Only see how beautiful it is looking!" In a moment the carriage was standing before the gate, and the gentleman, who was Margaret Hamilton's husband--a Mr.Elwyn, from the city--assisted his young wife to alight, and then followed her to the house.

No answer was given to their loud ring, and as the doors and windows were all open, Margaret proposed that they should enter.

They did so; and, going first into Mrs.Hamilton's sick-room, the sight of the little table full of vials, and the tumbled, empty bed, excited their wonder and curiosity, and induced them to go on.

At last, descending to the kitchen, they saw the fragments of the tumbler lying upon the floor.
"Strange, isn't it ?" said Margaret to her husband, who was standing in the outer door, and who had at that moment discovered Mrs.Hamilton lying near the spring.
Instantly they were at her side, and Margaret involuntarily shuddered as she recognized her stepmother, and guessed why she was there.
Taking her in his arms, Mr.Elwyn bore her back to the house, and Margaret, filling a pitcher with water, bathed her face, moistened her lips, and applied other restoratives, until she revived enough to say: "More water, Willie.

Give me more water!" Eagerly she drained the goblet which Margaret held to her lips, and was about drinking the second, when her eyes for the first time sought Margaret's face.