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BY MRS. M. J. I JOLMES
.int+suer of '4 For it Woman's Sake," " Love's 'rz•iuuhl)h,"
H%'tu•ifle . by Suffering," "A. Grass ,Vhlow,"
"Woman Against Woman," Etc.
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CNAPTTER I.
'Mid the New T:itgland hills, and
beneath the sha(.ow of their dim old •
:woods, is u. naming brook, whose
deep 'waters ware not' always as mer-
ry
and frolicsome as now; for years
before our story opens, pent up and
impeded in heir course, they dashed
ans.:iry ugems t their prison walls,
and turne;l the creekiug wheel of an
old saw mill, with a sullen, rebellious
roar. The mill has gone to decay,
r.nd the sturdy leen who fed it with
The t. Lint oaks of the forest, are
sleeping quietly in the village grave-
yard. The waters of the mill -pond,
too, relieved front their confinement,
leap gayly over the ruined dam,
Y
tossrnR for a moment in wanton glee
their locks of snow-white foam, and
then, flowing on, half fearfully as it
were, through the deep gorge over-
hung with the hemlock and the pine,
where the shadows of twilight ever
lie, and where tate rocks frown
gloomily down upon the stream be-
low, which, emerging from the dark -
nes, lusts itself at last in the wat-
erS of thee gracefully winding Chi-
copee, and leaves far behind the
moss -coveted walls of what is famil-
iarly known as the "OId House by
the Mill."
'Tis a Inners old-fashioned building,
distant nc'&' 1y a mile front the pub-
lic highway, and surrounded so
thickly by forest trees that the
all i'ght sunbelt t, dancing merrily
statist the rustling leaves above, falls
but scMout on the thee•• -stained walls
of dark gray stone, where the damp
and dews of more than a century
have ful'en, and where now the
,green moss clings with a loving
grasp, as if 'ttvere its rightful rest-
ing -place. When the thunders of the
Revolution shook the hills of the
May State, and the royal banner
floated in the evening breeze, the
house was owned by an old English-
munn, who, loyal to his kind and
country, denounced as rebels the fol-
lowers of Washington. Against
these, however, he would not raise
his hand, for among them were many
long -trite! friends, who had gathered
with hint round the. festal hoard; so
he chose the only remaining alterna-
tive, and went back to his native
country, chetishiing the hope that he
should one, day return to the home
he loved so well, and listen again to
the musical flow of the water -brook,
which could be distinctly heard from
the door of the man ion. But his
wish was vain. for when at last Am-
erica was free, and the British
troops recalled, 1:e slept beneath the
sod of England, and the old house
was for litany years deserted. The
Englishman had been greatly belov-
ed, and his property- was unmolest-
ed, while the weeds and grass grew
call and rank in the garden beds,
and the birds of heaven built their
nests beneath the projecting roof, or
held a holiday in the gloomy, silent
rooms.
As time passed on; how•etier, and.
no one appeared to dispute their
right, different families occupied the
$louse at intervals, until at last,
When nearly fifty years had elapsed,
news was one (lay received that Ma-
dam Conway, a grand -daughter of
the old Englishman, having met
with reverses at house, had determin-
ed to emigrate to the. New World,
and, remembering the "House by the
Mill," of which she had heard so
r1much, she wished to know if peace-
able possession of it woul(1'1>e allow -
ad her, in case she decided upon re-
imoving thither, and making it her
future home. To this plan 110 objec-
tion was made, for the aged people
BECAME SO WEAK
FROM DIARRHA
Had To Quit Work
Diarrhoea, especially if left to run any
length of time, causes great weakness,
So the only thing to prevent this is to
Check it on its first appearance. You
*ill find that a few doses of Dr. Fowler's
Extract of Wild Strawberry will do thie
eluickly and effectively. Mr. Ino. R.
Lihildcthouse, Orillia, Ont., writes:—
inWhen in Fort William, last summer, I
teas taken sick with diarrhoea, and
ibecame so weak and suffered such great
{ pain, I had to quit work. Our manager
Advised me to try Dr. Fowler's Extract
.of Wild Strawberry, so on my way home
x bought a bottle, and after taking four
.doses I was cured. We always keep a
',bottle in the house. We have also sited
it for our children, and And it an excellent
Yen esfy fear summer cortiiplaintt"
I trice /8 cents. When you go to get a
iottle of "fir,'Pottier's," insist on b'
know o1
/Wen what you ask for, as we k
Many cases where unscrupulous dealers
bare handed out some other preparation.
The genuine is manufactured only by
'x111:
T. Milburn Co„ limited, Torofite,
•S t,Stltettttett.esiesttetsm
of Hillsdale still cherished the mem-
ory of the hospitable old lural, whores
locks were gray while they were yeti
but children. and the younger por-
tion Of the community hoped for a
renewal of the gayet k's which they
had heard were once so common at
the old stone House.
But ie, this they were disappointed,
for Madam Conway was a proud, un-
social woman, desiring no acquain-
tance whatever with her neighbors,
who, after many ineffectual attempts
at something like friendly inter-
course, concluded to leave her en-
tirelyalone, 1 and contented t he m
e-
selt'e With watching the progress of
matters at "Mill Farm," as she des-
ignated the place which soon began
to show visible harks of improve-
ment. The Englishman is a loan of
taste, and Madam Conway's first
work was an attempt to restore the
grounds to something of their for-
mer beauty. The yard and garden
were cleared of weeds, the walks and
flower -beds iaid out with care, and
then the neighbors looked to see her
cut aWay a few of the multitude of
trees .which had sprung up around
her home. I}ut this she had 110 in-
tention of doing, "They shut her
(ant," she said, from the prying
1eyes of the vulgar, and she would ra-
ther it should be so." So the trees
remained. throwing their long she-
dews upon the high, narrow win-
dows, and into the large, square
rooms, where the morning light and
the noonday heat seldom found en-
trance, and which seemed like so
many cold, silent caverns, with their
old-fashioned massive furniture, their
dark, heavy curtains, and the noise-
less footfall of the stately lady, who
moved ever with the same measured
tread, speaking always softly and
low to the household servants, who,
having been trained in her service,
had followed her across the sea.
From these the neighbors learned
that Madam Conway had in London
a eutrriel slaughter, Mrs. Miller; that
old Hagar Warren', the strange -look -
int• woman, who, more than any
one else, shared her mistress's con-
fidence, had grown up in the family,
reveit ing a very good education, and
had nursed their young mistress,
Miss :Margaret, which, of coot se, en-
titled her to more respect than was
l:seally i estowed upon menials like
her; that Madam Conway was very
aristocratic,. very proud of her high
ISnglish blood; Oats though. she liv-
ed ulmue, she attended strictly to all
the formalities of high life, dressing
oath day with the utmost precision
for her solitary dinner, dining from.
off a sertico of solid silver, and pre -
cling with great dignity in her
straight, high-backed chair. She,w•as
fond, too, of the ruby wine, and her
cellar was stored with the choicest
liquors, some of which she had
brought with her front home, while
others, it was said, had belonged to
her grandfather, and for half .a cen-
tury had remained unseen and un-
molested, while the cobwebs of time
had woven around them a misty cov-
ering, making them still more valu-
able to the lady, who knew full
well how age improved such things.
Regularly each day she rode in her
ponderous carriage, sometimes alone,
and sometimes accompanied by Hes-
ter, the daughter of old Hagar, a
handsome, intelligent -looking girl.
who, atter two or three years of
comparative idleness at Mill Farm,,
went to Meriden, Connecticut, as
seamstress in a family which had ad-
vertised for such a person. With her
departed the only life of the house,
and during the' following year there
ensued a monotonous quiet, which
was broken at last for Hagar by the
startling announcement that her
daughter's young mistress had died
four months before, and the husband,
prov-
edgray-haired, elderly man, had P
ed conclusively that ho was in his
dotage by talking of marriage to
Hester, who, ere the letter reached
her mother, would probably he the
third bride of one whose reputed
weltt was the only
possible induce-
ment
to a girl like Hester Warren.
With an immense degree of satisfac-
tion Hagar read the letter through.
exulting that fortune had favored
her at last. Possesses' of many ster-
ling qualities. IIagar Warren had one
glaring fault which had embittered
her whole life. Why others were rich
while elle' was poor she could nob un;
derstnnd, and her heart rebelled at
the fate which had made her what
she was. But nester would bo weal-
thy—nay, would, perhaps, one day
,ival the haughty Mrs. Miller across
t he water, who had been her play-
mate; there wars comfort in that, and
she wrote to her daughter expressing
her entire approbation, and hinting
vaguely of the possibility that she
herself might sono tine cease to be
a servant, and help do the honors of
Mr. Hamilton's house! To this there
cane no reply, and Hagar Ivas think-
ing seriously of making a visit to
Meriden, when ono rainy autumnal
night, nearly a year after Ilester's
marriage, there came another letter
sealed with black. With a sad fore•
bolting lIagar opened it, and read
that Mr. Hamilton had failed; that
his house and farts were sold, and
that he, overwhelmed with mortifica-
tion both at his failure and the op,
position of his friends to his last
marriage, had died suddenly, leaving
lrester With no home in the Wide
world unless Madan). Conway receiv-
ed her again into her family,
"Just my luck;" was ITagar'e
mental eontmettt, nts she finished
reading the letter, and carried it to
her mistress, Who had always liked
Hester, and Who readily consented to
give her a hone, provided she put on
So airs from having been for a. time
the wife of areputed wealthy elan.
"Mustn't put on airs!" muttered
ITu ar, as she left the room. "Just
as if airs wasn't for anybody but
high bloods!" And with the canker
worm of envy at her heart, site wrote
to Hester, who came immediately; 1
and Hagar, when she heard her tell
the story of her wrongs—how her
husl,and's sister, indignant at his
metrl'iage with a sewing -girl, had re-
moved from him, the children, one a
stop -child and one his own; and how
of all his vast fortune there was not
left for her a penny — experienced
again the old bitterness of feeling,
and murmured that fate should thus
deal with her and leers.
With the next day's mail there
clone to Madam Conway a letter,
bearing a foreign postmark, and
bringing the sad news that her son-in-
law had been lost in a storm, while
crossing the English Channel, and
•that her daughter Margaret, utterly
crushed and heart -broken, would sail
immediately for America, whoro she
washed only to lay her weary head
upon her another's bosom and die,
"So, there is ono person that has
no respect for blood, and that is
Dearth," said old Hagar to hcr.mis-
. ess. when she heard ,the news. "Ise
served et' is both alike—he has
cat >o n a ho
taken any son-in-law first and yours
next."
Frowning haughtily, Maclaln Con-
t • h telling her
t Con-
way bade ca be silent c
at the sauce time toy see that the
1'001118 111 the north part of the
building were put in perfect order for
Mrs. \ill'r, who would probably
come in the next vessel. In sullen
silence Iiagar withdrew, and for sev-
eral days worked half reluctantly in
the "north rooms," as Madam Con-
pleas -
ant,
termed a comparatively1 a
ay r P
ant, airy suit of apartments, with a
balcony above, which looked out up-
on the old mill -dam, and the water -
brook pouring over it.
"There'll be big doings when my
lady conies," said Hagar one day to
her daughter. !'It'll be Hagar here,.
a.nd
Hagar there, and Hagar every-
where; hut I shan't hurry myself.
1'mn getting too old to wait on a
chit lie her."
"Don't talk 80, mother," said Hes-
ter. "Margaret was always kind to
rue. She is not to blame for being
itch, while 1 am. poor,"
"But somebody's to blame," inter-
rupted old Hagar. "You was always
accounted the handsomest and clev-
erest of the two, and yet for all
you'll be nothing but a drudge to
wait on her and the little girl."
Mester only sighed in reply, while
her thoughts went forward to the fu-
ture, and what it would probably,
bring her. ITester Warren and Mar-
garet Conway had Item children to-
gether, and in spite of the difference
of their stations they had loved each
other clearly; and when at last the
weary traveler carne, with her pale
sad face and mourning garb, none
gave her so heartfelt a. welcome as '
Ilester; and dui ing the week when,
from exhaustion and excitement, she
was confined to her bed, it was Hes-
ter who nursed her with the utmost
care, soothing her to sleep, and then
amusing the little Theo, a child of
two 'years. Iiagar, too, softened by
her young mistress's sorrow, repent-
ed of her harsh words, and watched
each night with the invalid, who,
once when her mind seemed wander-
ing far back in the past, whispered
softly: "Tell me the Lord's Prayer,
dear Iiagar, just as you told it to
me years ago when I was a little
child."
It was a long time since Hagar had
breathed that prayer, but at Mrs.
Miller's request she commenced it,
repeating correctly until she came to
the words, "•Give us this day our
daily bread," then she hesitated,
and, bending forward, said: "What
conies next, Miss Margaret? Is it,,
'Lead us not into temptation?' "
"Yes, yes," whispered the half -un-
conscious lady. " 'Lead us not into
temptation,' that's it," Then, -as if
there were around her a dine forebod-
ing of the great wrong Hagar was to
(lo, she took her old nurse's hand be-
tween her own, and continued: "Say,
it often, Hagar—`Lead us not into
temptation'—you have much need for
that prayer."
A moment more and, Margaret Mil-
ler slept, while beside her sat Iiagar
Warren, half shuddering, she knew
not why, at the thought' of her mis-
tress's words, which seemed to hen
so much like the prophecy.
s Brit of
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"Why do I need that prayer more
than any one else?" she said, at last.,
"I have never been tempted more
than I could bear—never shall be
old
tempted—and if I am
Hagar
Warren, •, bad as she is, can resist
11iL
temptation without that prayer."
Still, reason as she would, Hagar
could not shake off the strange feel-
ing, and as she sat, half dozing, in
her chair, with: the dim lamplight
flickering over her dark face, she
fancied that the October wind, sigh-
ing so mournfully through the locust
trees beneath the window and then
dying away in the distance, bore up-
on its wing, "Lead us not into temp-
tation. Hagar, you have much need
to say that prayer."
Aye, Hagar Warren, much teed,
much need!
CHAPTER IL
The Wintry winds Were blowing
cold and chill around the old stone
house, and the deep, untrodden snow
lay high piled upon the ground. For
many days the gray, leaden clouds
had frowned gloomily down upon the
earth below, covering it with a
thick veil of white. But the storm
was over now, with the Setting sun
it had gone to rest, and the pale
moonlight stole softly into the sil•
ent chamber, where Madam Conway
hint anxiously down to see it but the
faintest breath came from the part.
ed lips of her only daughter. 'There
had been born to ler that night an-
other grandchild—a little, helpless
girl, which now in an adjoining moons
was Ilagar's special care; and Hag-
ar, sitting (here with the wee crea-
tore 1131011 her lap, and the dread
tear at her heart that her young
mistress might (.ie, forgot for once
to 1.01 tree at her lot. and did el►eer-
fully Whatever was required of her
to do.
There was silence in the rooms be-
low--silemee in the chambers above--
SUMP t •
1 t ce ever 'w (•re-
� h fur the sick wo-
man
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mint seemed fast nearing the deep,
dark river whose watersnum, oa-
rrat•(t but never return.
• Almost a week went by, and then,
in ai rooms far more 1101111)10 than that
whet e Margaret Millet' lay, another
inunnrtal being was given to the
world: and, with a softened light in
her Peen black eyes, old Hagar told
to her stately mistress, when she
nut her on the stairs, that she, too
was a grandmother.
"Yore must not on that account ne-
glect Margaret's child," was Madam
Conway's answer, as, with a wave
of her halut, she passed on; and this
W104 all she said—not a word of sym-
pathy or congratulation for the pe-
culiar old woman whose heart, so
long benumbed, had been roused to a
better state of feeling, and who, in
the first joy of her new -horn happi-
eyes, had hurried to her mistress,
fancying for the moment that she
was almost her seined.
"Don't neglect Margaret's child
for that!" llow the words rang in
her eau•5 as she lied up the narrow
stairs and through the dark hall, till
the low roost was reached where lay
the babe for whom AIargnret's child
was not to be neglected. All the old
bitterness had returned, and as hour
after hour went by, and Madam Con-
way came not near, while the physi-
cian
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clan tend the servants looked in for a
moment only and theft hurried away
to, the other sick roost, where all
were kept itreenlist-
their
ccs
lion, she muttered: "Little Would
they car. if Hester died upon my
hands. And she will die, too," she
continued. ars by the fading daylight
she Saw the, Pallor deepen on her
daughter's face.
And ,Iiagar was right, for nester's
sands were nearer run than those of
Vr.4. Miller. The utmost rare might
not, !writers, have saved her, but
010 latter was not tested, and wheel
he long clock at the head of the
rt 'les struck the hour of midnight,
she murmured: "It is getting dark
he c, mother—so dank—and 1 ads
growing cold. Can it be death?"
"Yes, nester, 'Us death," answered
IIagar, and her voice was unnatural-
ly calm as she laid her hand on the
clammy brow of her daughter.
An hour later, and Madam Con-
way, who sat dozing in the parlor
below, ready for any summons which
might come from Margaret's room,
was roused by the touch of a cold,
hard hand, and Hagar Warren stood
hefere her,
"Conte," slie said, "come with
me;" and thinking only of Margaret,
Madam Coker ay arose to follow her.
"Not there—but this way," said
Hagar, as he•.lnistress turned to-
wards Mrs. Miller's door, and grasp-
ing firmly the lady's arm, she led to
the roost where Hester lay dead,
with her young baby clasped loving-
ly to her bosom. "Look at her --and
pity mo now, 1f you never (rid be-
fore. She Was all I had in the world
to love," said Hagar, passionately.
Madan Conway was not naturally
a hard-hearted woman, and she ans-
wered gently, "I do pity you, Hag-
ar, and I did not think Hester was
so ill. Why haven't you let mo
know?" To this IIagar made no
direct reply. and after a fete more in-
quiries Madam Conway left the
room, saying she would send up the
servants to do whatever was neces-
sary. When it was know't through-
out the house that IIester was dead,
much surprise was expressed and a
good deal of sympathy manifested
for old Hagar, who, with a gloomy
brow, hugged to her heart the demon
of jealousy, which kept whispering to
her of the' difference there would bo
were Margaret to die. It was deems
e(; advisable to keep Nester's death
a secret from Mrs. Miller; so, with ase
little ceremony as possible, the body
was buried at the close of the day,
in an inclosure which had been set
apart as a family burning ground;
and when again the night shadows
fell Hagar Warren sat in her silent
room, brooding o'er her grief, and
looking oft at the plain pine cradle,
where lay the little motherless child,
lier grand -daughter. Occasionally,
too, her eye wandered towards the
mahogany crib, where another infant
slept. Perfect quiet seemed neces-
sary for Mrs. Miller, and Madam
Conway had ordered her baby to be
removed from the ante -chamber
where .first it beet' kept, ,
so that
linger had the two children in her
own roost.
in the pine cradle there was a
rustling sound; the baby was awak-
ing,lap,. Hag-
ar
it on her n
rand
u I.
6.taking
soothed it again to sleep, gazing
earnestly upon it to sea if it were
like its mother. it was a bright,
healthy -looking infant, anti thought
Wee dap; younger than that of Airs.
Miller, was quite (; large and look-
ed as old.
"And you will be a drudge, while
she will be a lady," mattered 'Hagar,
as her tears fell on the face of the
sleeping child. "Why need this differ-
ence be•"
Old (Tager had forgotten the
Words "Lead us not into tempta-
tion;" and when the tempter ans-
wered "It need not be," she only
started suddenly as if smitten by a
heavy blow; but she did not drive
littn from her, and she sat there rear
Doing with herself that, "it need not
he." Neither the physician nor 1(1e
than Conway had paid any attention
to Margaret's child; it had been her
special care, while no one had Wiv-
e,' hers, and newly -born hat its wets
so much alike that deception wasalt
easy matte. But could she do it ?
Could site bear that secret oe her
soul? Medan' Conway, t hough
proud, ha(i been kind to her, and
could she thus deceive her! Would
her daughter, sleeping in her early
Wave, approve. the deed, "No, no,"
s!xe anewrerrtl aloud, ".she would
not:" and the great drops of per -
NI hellion stood thickly upon her
dark, haggard farce, as She arose
and laid back in her cradle the
child whom site had thought to make
nal heiress.
For a time the tempter left her,
but returne(1 ere 1011g. Xtn(1 creeping
into her heart sung to her beautiful
songs of the future which night be,
were [Tester's baby a lady. And Iiag-
ar, listening to that song, fell
asleep, dreantiag that rho deed was
done
by other, agency ncy
than here—
that
the little face resting on the
downy pillow, and shaded by tho
costly late, was lowly born; while
the child, wrapped in the courser
blanket, came of neuter blood, even
that of the (.'tntwnys, who boasted
more than one lordly title. Witit a,
nervous start she awoke at last and
creeping to the cradle of mahogany,
1001(ed to see if her dream were
true; but it was not. She knew it
by the pinched, blue look about the
nose, and the 111111 covering of hair.
This was all the difference which ev-
en her eye could see, and probably no
other person had noti:'ed that, for
the child had never been seen in a
darkened room. The Sin was grow-
ing gradually less heinous, and she
could now calmly calculate the
chances for detection. Still, the,
conflict was long and severe, and it
was not until morning that the
tempter gained a point by comprom-
ising the platter, and suggesting
that while dressing the infants she
should change their clothes for
once, just to see how fine cambrics
and soft flannel would look upon a
grandchild of Nagar Warren! • ";She
could easily ctan o them agaht
—
'tens only an experiment," she said,
as with trembling hands she proceed-
ed to divest thee children of their
wrappings. But her fingers seemed
all thumbs, and more than one sharp
pin pierced the tender flesh of her
little grandchild, as she fastened to-
gether the embroidered slip, teaching
het: thus early, had she been able to
learn the lesson, that the pathway of
the riot is not free from thorns.
Their toilet was completed at last
—their cradle beds exchanged, and
e a ge n
then with a strange, undefined fcol-
ing, old Hagar stood back and look -s
ed to see how the little. usurper be-
came her new position. She became
it well, and to flagar's partial eyes
it seemed more meet that she should
lie there beneath the silken covering,
than the other ono whose nose look-
ed still more pinched and blue in the
plain white dress and cradle of pine.
Still, there was a gnawing pain at
IIagar's heart, and she would, per-
haps, have undone the wrong, had
not Madam Conway appeared with
inquiries for the baby's health. Hag-
ar could not face her mistress, so she
turned away and pretenaed to busy
herself with the arrangement of the
room, while the lady, bending over.
the cradle, said, "I think she is im-
proving, Hager; I never saw her
look so well;" and she pushed back
the window curtain to obtain a bet-
ter v'ICW.
With a wild, startled look in her
eye, Hagar held her breath to hear
what might come newt, but her fears
were groundless; for in her anxiety
for her daughter. Madam Conway
had heretofore scarcely seen her
grandchild, and had no suspicion
now that the sleeper before her was
of plebeian birth, nor yet that the
other little one, at whom she did not
deign to look, was bone of her bone,
and flesh of her flesh. She started to
leave the room, but impelled by
some sudden impulse, turned back
and stooped to kiss the child. In-
voluntarily old Hagar sprang for-
ward to stay the act, and grasped
the lady's arm, but she was too
late; the at'istocratic lips had touch-
ed the cheek of Hagar Warr'en's
grandchild, and the secret, if now
confessed, would never be forgiven.
"It can't be helped," muttered
Hagar, and then, when Mrs. Con-
way asked an explanation of her con-
duct, she answered: "I was afraid
yours wake her up, and mercy knows
I've had worry enough with both the
brats,"
Not till then had Madam Conway
observed how haggard and worn was
Ilagar's face, and instead of re-,
proving her for her boldness, she
said gently, "you have, indeed, been
sorely tried. Shall I send up Bertha
to relieve you?"
"No, no," answered tHagar,hur-
riedly, "I am better alone."
The next morning Madam Conway
was moving silently down the narrow
hall, while Hagar, on her knees, was
weeping passionately. Ono word of
kindness had effected more than a
thousand reproaches would have
done; and wringing her hands, she
cried, "I will not do it; I cannot."
Approaching the cradle, she was
about to lift the child, when again
t
door.
dConway
Madam ('iO
was at the
She had come, she said, to take the
babe to Margaret, who seemed bete -
ter this morning, and had asked to
see it.
"Not now, o
Wait o not now. Wn t
till I
mI'll
s and
on her handsomer r dyes.R
put
bring her myself." pleaded Ilager,
Ilut Madam Conway saw no fault
in the line cambric wrapper, and
taking the infant in her erns, she
walked away, while Hagar followed
steadily. Very lovingly the mother
folded to her boson the babe, calling
it her fatherless one, and wetting its
face with her tears, while through
the half-closed door peered llai;ar's
wild, dark eyes—ono inpincnt light -
Me by with exultation as she mut-
rer0(1, "it's lay flesh, my blood,
)rand lady!" and the next growing
elm with tears, as elle thought Got
the et it she had done.
"1 di:1 not know she hili so much
ha 1"," en id Mrs. Miller, pal ting the
silken locks. "i think it will he
til a
mine." and rile gave the child to
her mother, while Hagar glided
s,viftly hack to her room.
That aft. rnoon the clergyman,
whose rhumb .Airs. Conway usually
111 tender:, 4.011441 to see `Irs. S.11lei.
who stt;_g' ,,ted that batt the Oil lee.,
should revive the rite of hnpti;m.
1Iagar 2202 ttccol•dcugly 111(i,a to
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metal, te 10 make tole .110..' (..et t (0
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"Hagar \Veleta! What does this
mean? Aro you ('razyl" sternly de-
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4)141 muse hell up before her the chip
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"•No, floc tPazy yet; hut I shall 1>e,
it you don't take this one brat,"
atostered Hagar.
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Conway had heard the s.rvants hint
that Ungar 14 grief had driven her in-
sau,e: and now, when she observed
tl a met:Aura,' 11l ightness in her eyes,
and. saw what she had done, she.
100, thought It possible that Ler
mina was partially unsettled; so she
Said gently, but firmly, "tits is no
time for foolishness. Hagar. They are
waiting for us in the si:k-room: so
lnal.kr haste and change the baby's
dn•CNS."
There was something authoritative
in her manner, and Hagar obeyed,
whispering incoherently to herself,
and thus further confirming her mis-
tress' suspicions that site WAS part-
ially insane. Daring the ceremony,
she stood, tall and erect, like some
stark, grins statue, her 111111ds firmly
locket together, and her eyes fixed
uponou the face of the
tittle one,
wile
•
was baptized "Margaret Miller." s
the clergyman pronounced that name,
she uttered a low, gasping moan, but
her face betrayed no emotion, and
very calmly she stepped forward with
the other c n
h h r hiid upon her arm.
.
"What name?" asked the minister,
and she answered, "her mother's;
call her for her mother!"
"Hester," saki Madam Conway,
turning to the clergyman, who un-
derstood nothing from Hagar's re-
ply,
So "Hester" was the name given
to the child, in whose veins the
blood of English noblemen was (Iowa
ing; and when the ceremony nae
ended, Hagar bore back to her rocas
"Hester Iiandlton," the chifd de-
frauded of her birthright, and "Mag-
gie Miller," the heroine of our story,
CHAPTER III.
T'It le over now," old Moe
thought, as she laid the children
upon their pillows. 'The deed 1p
done, and by their own howl' , too.
There is nothing left for me novel
but a confession, and that I cannot
make;" so, with a heavy weight op-
en her soul, she sat down resolving
to keep her own counsel and abide
the consequence, whatever it mtghl
be.
But it wore upon her terribly—
that secret—and though it helped in
a measure to divert her mind from
dwelling too much upon her daugh.
ter's death, it haunted her continua
ally, making her a strange, eccen•
trlc woman, whom the servants per•
silted in calling crazy, while eves
Madam. Conway failed to comprehend
her. ITer face, which was always
dark, seemed to have acquired a
darker, harder look, while her eyed
wore a Wild, startled expression, as
K she were Constantly followed 1)i
seine tormenting tear. At fiat, Mree
741110r Wetted to ttustjitr her illi]
the babe; but when Madam Conway'
suggested that the W0111au w110 had
charge of little Theo should also
lake care of Maggie, t -he fell upon het
knees, and begged most piteously
that the child might not be taken
from her. "Everything 1 have even
loved has left ale," said she, "and
I cannot: give her up."
"But they say your are crazy," ane
swered Madam Conway, somewhat
surprised that Hagar should manifest
so intuit afTe,tion for n t•hild not
at fill connected to her. "They say
you are crazy, and no one trusts a
crazy woman."
"Crazy!" repeated Hagar, heli
scornfully, "crazy—'tis not crazinest
the trot:bit—the trouble—that's
killing me. • But I'll hide it closet
than it's hidden now," she cantina-
ed,
ontinued, ,"21 you'll let her stay; and 'fore
Heaven, I sweat', that sooner than
harm one hair of Maggie's head, I'd
part with my own life;" and taking.
the sleeping child in her arms, she
stood like a wild beast at bay.
Madam Conway diel not herself
really believe in Ilagar's insanity
She had heretofore been pet•fect1
! hfu t whatever was comtuitte(1
faithful u e
to her care, so she bade her be
quiet, saying they would trust her
for a time.
"It's the talking to myself," said
Hagar, when left alone. "It's the
talking to myself, which makes them
call me crazy; and though I might
talk to many a worse woman than
old IIagar Warren, I'll stop it; 1:11
he still as the grave, and when next
they gossip about me, it shalt be
of something besides my craziness."
So Hagar became suddenly silento
and uncommunicative, mingling but
little with the servants, but staying
all day long in her room, where she
watched the children with untiring
care. 1)specially was she kind to
Mester, who as time passed on, prov-
ed to be a puny, sickly thing, never
noticing any one, but moaning free
quently as if in pain. Very tenderly;
old Hagar nursed her, carrying hell
often In her arms, until they ached
from very weariness, while Madam
Conway, who watched her with a
vigilant eye, complained that shd
neglected little
Maggie.
"And what if I do?" returned Ha•
gar, somewhat bitterly. "Ain't there
a vast difference between the tweet
S'pose Hester was your own Les
and blood,think
would you I could'
I
cthepoor thin ?
do too mu h for
f1'
And she glanced compassionately at
the poor wasted form, whlah lay up.
I on her lap, gasping for breath, and
presenting a. striking contrast to the
little Maggie who. in her cradle,)
(To be continued.)
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