Had he not killed her, and, by the slowest and most agonizing process by which murder can be committed?
There was in his mind a startling perception that such was the awful crime of which he had been guilty.
Yes, there were shadows on the heart of Edward Leslie; shadows that never entirely passed away.
THE THANKLESS OFFICE.
"AN object of real charity," said Andrew Lyon to his wife, as a poor woman withdrew from the room in which they were seated.
"If ever there was a worthy object, she is one," returned Mrs.Lyon.
"A widow, with health so feeble that even ordinary exertion is too much for her; yet obliged to support, with the labor of her own hands, not only herself, but three young children.

I do not wonder that she is behind with her rent." "Nor I," said Mr.Lyon in a voice of sympathy.

"How much did she say was due to her landlord ?" "Ten dollars." "She will not be able to pay it." "I fear not.

How can she?
I give her all my extra sewing, and have obtained work for her from several ladies; but, with her best efforts she can barely obtain food and decent clothing for herself and babes." "Does it not seem hard," remarked Mr.Lyon, "that one like Mrs.
Arnold, who is so earnest in her efforts to take care of herself and family, should not receive a helping hand from some one of the many who could help her without feeling the effort?
If I didn't find it so hard to make both ends meet, I would pay off her arrears of rent for her, and feel happy in so doing." "Ah!" exclaimed the kind-hearted wife, "how much I wish that we were able to do this.

But we are not." "I'll tell you what we can do," said Mr.Lyon, in a cheerful voice--"or, rather what I can do.