"No," she said, catching her breath, as she tried to speak, "'t won't do no good.

He'll beat me.

He's getting over a drunk, so he wanted his beer, and he'll lick me." John looked down sadly at the child for a moment.

"I will take you home, Helen, and then I will go back with Molly." "Oh," Helen answered quickly, "let me go with you ?" "No," John replied, "no, dear.

You heard what Molly said?
I--I cannot bear that your eyes should see--what must be seen in Tom Davis's house to-night.