'She has looked so down-hearted and pale for a week, that I thought she was sick, and asked her about it,' said Mrs.Finn, 'but she thanked me in her bashful way, and said she was pretty well, so I let her alone.

But to-night, as I went up late to bed, I was kind of impressed to look in and see how the poor thing did, for she had n't left her room all day.

I did look in, and here 's what I found.' As Mrs.
Finn ended she opened the door of the back attic, and I saw about as sad a sight as these old eyes ever looked at." "O, what ?" cried Polly, pale now with interest.
"A bare room, cold as a barn, and on the bed a little dead, white face that almost broke my heart, it was so thin, so patient, and so young.

On the table was a bottle half full of laudanum, an old pocket-book, and a letter.

Read that, my dear and don't think hard of little Jane." Polly took the bit of paper Miss Mills gave her, and read these words: DEAR MRS.