And taking her hand, he bent over it and kissed it.

She sat looking at him, and at length said, "Mayn't I do any thing to show my gratitude ?" "You have already done more than I deserve," replied Lawrence Newt.

"I must go now.

Good-by! God bless you!" She heard his quick footfalls as he descended the stairs.

For a long time the sombre woman sat rocking idly to and fro, holding her work in her hand, and with her eyes fixed upon the floor.