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Winifred Power. 9 simple, that harsh words and angry looks affected her as they would a child. For hours after she was in bed she tossed from side to side, wondering what she could do. At last she had an inspiration. She had one possession of value; her mother’s diamond ring. On the morrow she would pawn that to Parsons’ husband and say nothing of her intention until she had the money in her hand, when she would win her pardon from Mary’s glad surprise. Enchanted, she fell asleep at last, a smile upon her lips. Dreams were kinder to her than men. In the magic land of shadows the spell of fear fell from her spirit ; her faith forgot the chill of doubt, and her own heart’s music silenced cliscord. GdtA. PT ER. DISCOVERIES. On reaching the station next morning to catch the first train, Martha was rather surprised to find John on the same errand. His journeys to London had grown frequent of late. Formerly one a month had, on an average, been enough for him. Now, hardly a week passed without his running up. Nevertheless, Martha had not expected to see him start again on this particular morning, for it was only on the previous afternoon that he had returned after a three days’ absence. Blind as a bat, as usual, she did not notice the slight shade of annoyance that crossed his face on perceiving her. ‘““Going shopping?” he inquired, carelessly, as he seated himself Opposite to her. She answered “‘ Yes,” rather quietly : for,as we know, shopping was not the only object of her journey. ‘““T am bound for the City,” said he. ‘I suppose your destination is Oxford Street, and you will return by the two o’clock train ?” Martha thought she was quite sure to return at two o’clock, and said so. “That will be too early for me,” he remarked, as if the idea of accompanying her back had been the only reason of his question. And although railway speed was a much smaller thing in those days chan it is in ours, he did not once again unclose his lips: until the train steamed into the terminus. Martha got through her shopping with the utmost haste, being eager to settle her business with Parsons. On descending at last from the Red Cap omnibus, and knocking at the door of the dingy house in the little street of shops that turned out of Linden-Grove Road, she was startled to find herself received by a weeping maid-of-all- work. “What is the matter?” she asked, sympathetically, agitated always ECOMICOOOKS (CO)