"Oh, mother, are we always to live in this dreadful place?" exclaimed Bruno one day, when he knew his father to be well out of hearing. "I’m sure I’ll go clean crazy if I don’t get out of it soon. Father will have it that I must learn to run the farm, so as to take hold when he gives up. But I’ll never be a backwoods farmer; I’d rather die first!" "Hush, hush, my boy," said Mrs. Perry, in gentle reproof. "You must not talk that way. You don’t mean what you say." "Yes, I do, mother—mean every word of it," replied Bruno vehemently. "I’ll run away if father won’t let me go with his consent." "And what would mother do without the light of her life?" asked Mrs. Perry tenderly, taking her son’s curly head in both her hands and giving him a fond kiss on the forehead. Bruno was silent for a moment, and then exclaimed petulantly,— "Why couldn’t you come too, mother?" "Ah, no, boy," was the gentle response. "I will never leave my husband, even though my boy should leave me. But be patient yet a little while; be patient, Bruno. I don’t think God intended you for a backwoods farmer, and if we only wait he will no doubt open a way for you somehow or other." "Waiting’s precious poor fun, mother," replied Bruno ruefully, yet in a tone that re-assured his mother, who, indeed, was always dreading lest her son’s longing for the stir and bustle of city life should lead him to run away from the farm he so cordially disliked, leaving her to bear the double burden of unshared troubles and anxiety for her darling’s welfare. Bruno Perry was not a common country boy, rough, rude, and uncultivated. His mother had enjoyed a good education in her youth, and possessed besides a refined, gentle spirit that fitted her far better for the cultured life of the city than the rough-and-tumble existence to which the eccentricity of her husband had doomed her. Bruno had inherited much of her fine spirit, together with no small share of his father’s deep, strong nature; and, thanks to his mother’s faithful teaching and the wise use of the few books they had brought with them into the wilderness, was a fairly well educated lad. Every Saturday his father drove all alone to the nearest settlement and brought back with him a newspaper, which Bruno awaited with hungry eyes and eagerly devoured when at last it fell into his hands. By this means he knew a little, at all events, of the great world beyond the forest, and this knowledge maintained at fever-heat his desire to be in the midst of it. Only his deep affection for his mother kept him at home.