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side, and, with affection child-like as
it always had been, wept bitterly. The
outpouring consoled him much; for an
apprehension, vague as. it was, had
been in his mind for some time past
with soreness which he could not and
would not try to explain to him
self. He had not asked about what
passed between her and Wiley;
but her continued avoiding of any
mention Of his name, and an oc.
casional cloud on her face, had been
troubling him. 1t was perhaps well
that he had not earlier known all that
occurred during her visit, because the
revelation might have hindered the
resignation with which he was meet
ing death. AS it was. he heard with
calmness the confession which she
could not withhold. Weak in some re-
spects, she had wholesome fear OF
wrong-doing, and now she felt that
she could not endure to go without his
forgiveness for what, if he had known
it when in health, might have exasper-
ated him to deadly resentment against
his brother.
cit was not until then. my dearest
Cullen she said, ''that saw the dan
ger of the planning my poor, weak,
foolish mind had conceived to bring
about some sort of proposal from
Wiley that might lead to a fair settle
ment between you and him, thing
which know Sister Julia desired as
eagerly as did. God knows did not
and could not respond in the smallest
degree to his feeling, so much stronger
than had believed. did not tell him
SO in words, keeping before my eyes,
in spite of the shame felt. the end l
had in view. But on my bed that night
called upon my Maker to witness my
resolution that such as that should
never be again. Thoughts of you and
Pearce, and added pity for poor sister,
kept me awake almost the livelong
night Her delicate instinct, or some
thing she noticed in my manner or
looks. made her seem rather less cor
dial during the. rest of my stay, and
when left she did not ask me to come
again Oh, Cullen, Cullenr'
Throwing herself upon her knees,
she covered with her hands. her burn
ing face. During her story his lips
quivered several times. He now said:
Hannah, get up and sit in the
chair where can see your face"
]: She obeyed and looked with shud-
dering fear down upon him.
Hannah, when and sister are
out of the way, if brother should pro-
pose to marry you, how"
.Instantly she rose, on her counte-
nance an expression of mingled anger,
horror and despair. Placing her hand
upon her bosom she looked at her hus-
band as if he had pierced her with a
dagger which was searching for every
recess in her heart. Then. lifting both
arms high above her head, she cried:
20 my God, you know that from the
first day when my husband was laid
upon this bed of sickness my constant
prayer has been to lift up from it this
light of my life and put me in his
place! And now you let my thoughts
be turned away from him to another
man, who, of all know and all l
ever did know. is the most odious to
my heart! 0 you terrible God! If you
won't let me die, won't you-won't you
take some pity for what you see is upon
me?' ...
She stood painting, looking upon her
husband as if he was one from another
world who had come to judge her. Sad
It's the smile was, never one more