You'll find it, oh, you'll find it!" With a bitter cry Mrs.Hamilton dashed the tumbler upon the floor, for the bucket was empty! "Willie, Willie, you are avenged," she said; but the goblins answered: "Not yet; no, not yet." There was no pump in the well, and Mrs.Hamilton knew she had not strength to raise the bucket by means of the windlass.

Her exertions had increased her thirst tenfold, and now for one cup of cooling water she would have given all her possessions.

Across the yard, at the distance of twenty rods, there was a gushing spring, and thither in her despair she determined to go.

Accordingly, she went forth into the fierce noontide blaze, and with almost superhuman efforts crawled to the place.

But what! was it a film upon her eyes?
Had blindness come upon her, or was the spring really dried up by the fervid summer heat?
"Willie's avenged! Willie's avenged!" yelled the imps as the wretched woman fainted and fell backward upon the bank, where she lay with her white, thin face upturned, and blistering beneath the August sun! Along the dusty highway came a handsome traveling carriage, in which, besides the driver, were seated two individuals, the one a young and elegantly-dressed lady, and the other a gentleman, who appealed to be on the most intimate terms with his companion; for whenever he would direct her attention to any passing object, he laid his hand on hers, frequently retaining it, and calling her "Maggie." The carriage was nearly opposite the homestead, when the lady exclaimed, "Oh, Richard, I must stop at my old home once more.