Half an hour after Lenora bent over her mother's pillow, and whispered in her ear, "Mother, can you hear me ?" A pressure of the hand was the reply, and Lenora continued: "You have not said that you forgave me, and now before you die, will you not tell me so ?" There was another pressure of the hand, and Lenora again spoke: "Mother, would you like to see him--my father?
He is in the next room." This roused the dying woman, and starting up, she exclaimed, "See John Carter! No, child, no! He'd only curse me.

Let him wait until I am dead, and then I shall not hear it." In ten minutes more Lenora was sadly gazing upon the fixed, stony features of the dead.

A gray-haired man was at her side, and his lip quivered, as he placed his hand upon the white, wrinkled brow of her who had once been his wife.

"She is fearfully changed," were his only words, as he turned away from the bed of death.
True to her promise, Margaret came to attend her stepmother's funeral.
Walter accompanied her, and shuddered as he looked on the face of one who had so darkened his home, and embittered his life.

Kate was not there, and when, after the burial, Lenora asked Margaret for her, she was told of a little "Carrie Lenora," who with pardonable pride "Walter thought was the only baby of any consequence in the world.
Margaret was going on with a glowing description of the babe's many beauties, when she was interrupted by Lenora, who laid her face in her lap and burst into tears.
"Why, Lenora, what is the matter ?" asked Margaret.
As soon as Lenora became calm, she answered, "_That name_, Maggie.