s looked, looming up darkly against the moonlit sky! The dead lea

custom to place her lamp on the broad window-sill at night. Many a time it had been her beacon-light in cutting across lots from

ight," she said to herself, "tha

een the most intense pain. She lifted the latch and entered tremblingly, hesitatingly. It had been over t

sharp, high key. Perhaps the horrible nephew was with her. She paused in

ome terrible deed-burn the house down over our heads, or kill himself when the attendant was not watching, or some other horrible deed of that kind. When he did succeed in mutilating himself

tand why Mrs. Deering consented to let me go away. Anything to get me out of t

cked her inexpressively, lifte

the end of it. The fortune is lost, and there's no use in raving over it, and in ve

ng open the door and dashed into the hall. The very first object that met

nest people after what you have done! We read all about it in the newspapers-how you ran away from Newport with a gay, dashing fellow who soon after deserted you. Do

d the girl, piteously. "The whole wide world may be against

le to hear broke from M

he newspapers did the work, as you might have known it would. I carried the paper to her myself, and when

rightened eyes, as though she could not quite comp

d pitilessly. "You might have known

rk eyes would have touched any other heart, even though it were made of

ningly, "and do not dare to

e buried my poor mother?" moane

u can easily find it. It's to the left-hand corner, the last one on the row. It would be better for you, you shameless

t did not matter much; nothing mattered for her any more. She was going to find her mother's grave, kneel down beside it, lay her tired head on the little green mound, and wait there for death to co

into decay and crumbling ruins many years ago-and by the blinding flashes of lightning, she found the grave of

not know how it happened. Other young girls have married the lovers whom they thought God had sent to them, and lived happy enough lives. I built such glorious air-castles of the home I should hav

bsided, the wind died away over the tossing trees and the far-off hills, and the rain ceased. Morning broke fa

bending over the prostrate form. He could not distinguish in the dim light whose grave it was upon which the poor creature was lying, but as he

it is litt

ncapable of action, his

ike beads on his perturbed brow.[45] "Little Ida May dead on h

and placed his hand over her heart in the wild hope t