She had been basely imposed upon.

There was no call for her to sacrifice herself on the altar of matrimony.

She ought to have been glad, but she wasn't.
Half an hour later a drooping, disconsolate figure entered the house of Timothy Harding.
"Why, what's the matter, Rachel ?" asked Martha, who noticed her woe-begone expression.
"I ain't long for this world," said Rachel, gloomily.

"Death has marked me for his own." "Don't you feel well this afternoon, Rachel ?" "No; I feel as if life was a burden." "You have tired yourself with walking, Rachel.

You have been out twice to-day." "This is a vale of tears," said Rachel, hysterically.