The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-11-12
on sweeping all the time. I took AWAY The

on sweeping all the time. I took away the
broom as gently and a kindly as could.
Come, come, my girl = said, this Is not
like yourself You have got something on your
mind. I'm your friend--and I'm stand your
friend, even II yos have done wrong. Make .
clean breast Of II. Rosanna-make clean breast
Of III
The time had been, when my speaking to her
in that way would have brought the tears into
her eyes. could see no change In them now.
YES she said, IN make clean breast Of
it. ....
TO my lady'' asked.
NO.
TO Mr.. Franklini'
'Yes; to Mr.. franklin
hardly knew what to say to that. She was
In no condition 10 understand the caution
against speaking to him In private, which Mr..
Franklin lad directed me to Civ her. Feeling
my way, little by little, only toll her Mr..
Franklin had gone out for walk.
1t doesn't natter she answered. Il sha'n't
trouble Mr.. Franklin today
why not speak to my ladyr said. The way
to relieve your mind Is to speak TO the merclYul
and. Christian mistress who has always been
kind to you.'
She looked at me for moment with grave
and steady attention, as X she was fixing what
I said In her mind. Then she took the broom
out Of my hands, and moved off with II slowly,
. little way down the corridor.
NO. she said, going on with her sweeping,
and speaking to herself; Il know better way
Of relieving my mind than that
'Please to let me 60 on with my work
Penelope followed her, and offered to help
her.
She answered, mo. I want to do my work
Thank you, Penelope She looked round at
me. Thank you, Mr.. Betteredse.'
There was no moving her-there was nothing
moro to be said. signed to Penelope TO come
away with me. We left her, as We had found
her. sweeping the corridor like woman in q
dream.
This Is matter for the doctor to look into,
I said. ITS beyond me-
Ny daughter reminded me Of Mr.. Csndy's
illness, owing (as you may remembcr) to the
chill he had caught on the night Of the dinner
party. His assistant-a certain Mr.. Ezra Jen-
nings-was at our disposal, to be sure. But
nobody knew much about him In our parts.
He had been engaged by Candy under rather
peculiar circumstances; and, right or wrong,
We none Of us liked him or trusted him. There
were other doctors at PriIinghall. But they
were strangers to our house; and Penelope
doubted, in Rosanna's present state, whether
strangers might not do her moro harm than
good.
thought Of speaking to my lady. But, re-
membcring the heavy weight Of anxiety which
she already had on her mind, l hesitatcd to add
to all the other vcxations this new trouble.
Still, there was necessity for doing something.
The girls state was, to my thinking, downright
alarming-and my mistress ought to be in
formed Of II. Unwillngly enough went to
her sitting-room. No one was there. My
lady was shut up with Miss Rachel. II was
impossible for me to see her till she came out
again. . .... ...... -..
I waited in van till the clock on the front
staircase struck the quarter to two. Five min
utes afterwards heard my name called from
the drive outside the house. I knew the voice
directly. Sergeant Cuff had returned from
Frizinghall.