One morning at about six o'clock, as she came home from milking the cow, she caught sight of young Riviere trying to open the iron gate.

"What is up now ?" thought she; suddenly the truth flashed upon her, clear as day.

She put her pail down and stole upon him.

"You want to leave us another purse," said she.

He colored all over and panted.
"How did you know?
how could you know?
you won't betray me?
you won't be so cruel?
you promised." "Me betray you," said Jacintha; "why, I'll help you; and then they will be able to buy mourning, you know, and then they will come out, and give you a chance.