He had not been long in town before it was whispered about that between him and Lenora Carter a strange intimacy existed, and rumors soon reached Mrs.Hamilton that her daughter was in the habit of frequently stealing out after sunset, to meet the old porter, and that once, when watched, she had been seen to put her arms around his neck.

Highly indignant, Mrs.Hamilton questioned Lenora on the subject, and was astonished beyond measure when she replied: "It is all true.

I have met Mr.Robinson often, and I have put my arms around his neck, and shall probably do it again." "Oh my child, my child," groaned Mrs.Hamilton, really distressed at her daughter's conduct.

"How can you do so?
You will bring my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave." "Not if you pull out as many of them as you now do, and use Twiggs Preparation besides," said Lenora.
Mrs.Hamilton did not answer, but covering her face with her hands wept, really wept, thinking for the first time, perhaps, that as she had sowed so was she reaping.

For some time past her health had been failing, and as the summer days grew warmer and more oppressive she felt a degree of lassitude and physical weakness which she had never before experienced; and one day unable longer to sit up, she took her bed, where she lay for many days.
Now that her mother was really sick, Lenora seemed suddenly changed, and with unwearied care watched over her as kindly and faithfully as if no words save those of affection had ever passed between them.
Warmer and more sultry grew the days, and more fiercely raged the fever in Mrs.Hamilton's veins, until at last the crisis was reached and passed, and she was in a fair way for recovery, when she was attacked by chills, which again reduced her to a state of helplessness.