I have not patience to think of the irregularity of the law." "You are right, John," said my old friend.

"Still, cruelty in a woman is so horrible, and the woman must be as cruel as a demon who deserts or slays her own child.

If I had my own way, I would hang every one who does it; there would soon be an end of it then." There was a low startled cry, and the paper fell to the ground.

Mrs.
Fleming rose from her chair with a ghastly face.
"Frances!" cried her husband, "what is the matter ?" "You will talk of such horrible things," she replied, vehemently, "and you know that I cannot bear them." "Sweetheart," he whispered, as he kissed her, "I will be more careful.

I know a sensitive heart like yours cannot bear the knowledge of such things.