I couldn't see my dear little heart-broken mother, who had been such a slave all her life, turned out of her home.

Of course, I could have earned enough for us to live on.

But mother COULDN'T leave her home.

She had come there as a bride--and she had loved father so--and all her memories were there.

Even yet, Anne, when I think that I made her last year happy I'm not sorry for what I did.