He never wishes to see me again, and I will suffer anything rather than see him." The farmer and his wife looked at each other in silent dismay.

This proud, angry woman and her passionate words frightened them.

Could it be their Dora, who had ever been sunshine and music to them?
"If you do not like to take me home, father," she said, in a hard voice, "I can go elsewhere; nothing can surprise or grieve me now." But kindly Mrs.Thorne had drawn the tired head to her.
"Do you not know, child," she said, gently, "that a mother's love never fails ?" Ralph had raised the little one in his arms, and was looking with wondering admiration at the proud, beautiful face of the little Beatrice, and the fair loveliness of Lillian.

The children looked with frank, fearless eyes into his plain, honest face.
"This one with dark hair has the real Earle face," said Stephen Thorne, proudly; "that is just my lord's look--proud and quiet.

And the little Lillian is something like Dora, when she was quite a child." "Never say that!" cried the young mother.