You see that, like you, she hated suffering and misery--and criminals.

The girl and her mother paid the expenses of the funeral, and, with myself, were the only mourners.

I am doubtful if the wife knows even where he lies.

I admit that the story sounds melodramatic; but truth is more drama than comedy, I fancy.

Now, what do you think of it all, Mrs.Falchion ?" I had felt her shrink a little at the earlier part of my story, as if she feared that her own tale was to be brutally bared before her; but that soon passed, and she languidly tapped the chair-arm as the narrative continued.