You must never forget that through all your life, Larry." Her voice grew solemn.

"You must never, never go back from what you know to be right, even if you have to suffer for it." "Oh, mother," whispered the boy through his sobs, "I wish I were brave like you." "No, no, not like me," whispered his mother, putting her face down to his.

"You will be much braver than your mother, my boy, oh, very much braver than your mother." The boy still clung to her as if he feared to let her go.

"Oh, mother," he whispered, "do you think I can be brave ?" "Yes, my boy," her voice rang out again confident and clear.

"It always makes us brave to know that He bore the cross for us and died rather than betray us." There were no more words between them, but the memory of that night never faded from the boy's mind.