less beloved than the mother had been. At Terrace Hill mansion too, much sorrow was expressed. On the whole it was very unfortunate that Mrs. Johnson should h

and in less than two hours thereafter, Dr. Ric

her, and then in his selfish heart the thought arose, "What if she does

w can I ever pay those debts in New York, of w

ought him suddenly face to face with Mr. Liston, whom h

ght. "He don't, of course, know me,

wise when the elegant dandy, taking a seat upon the gnarled roots of the tree under which he was sitting, made some tr

was greatly beloved and was also reputed wealthy, "It beats all what a difference it makes, even after death, wheth

h I know people are oftener overvalued than otherwise," and with h

g of a doctor, who they say is shining up to Alice, will be disappointed when he finds just how much she's wort

ve there, sir. You mean

lly taken to visiting all the rheumatic old women in town, applying sticking-plas

ften that his tormentor demurely asked hi

r asked at last, and Mr. Liston replied by

r where had he heard it before? "Mrs. Worthington, Mrs. Worthington," he repeated, unpleasant

iston answered, wisely resolving to say nothing of

gh it seems strangely familiar," said the doctor, and as by this time he had heard all he wished

d he followed the course of the river winding under the hill until he reached the friendly woods which shielded him from observation. How he hated himself hiding there among the trees, and how he longe

to pay the last tribute of respect to the deceased, who during

earth rattled heavily down upon the coffin lid, and she knew they were covering up her mother. "If I, too, could die!" she murmured, sinking back in the carriage corner and covering her face with her veil. But not so easily could life be shaken off by her, the young and strong. She must live yet longer. She had a work to do-a work whose import she knew not; and the mother's death, f