Wicked Hugh! How he did enjoy it, for days seeing the family come in and

out, talking as freely of him as if he were a log of wood, and how

perfectly happy he was when, one morning Alice came in and sat by him,

placing her tiny gold thimble upon her delicate finger, and bending over

her bit of dainty embroidery, humming occasionally a sweet, mournful

air, which showed that her thoughts were wandering back to the cottage

by the river, where her mother lived and died. While she was sitting

there Mrs. Worthington joined her, and a moment after a letter was

brought in from 'Lina, containing on the corner, "In haste."

Mrs. Worthington's eyesight had always been poor, and latterly it was

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greatly impaired, making glasses indispensable. Unfortunately, she had

that very morning broken one of the eyes, and consequently could not use

them at all.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing out the words, "In haste," to Alice,

who explained what it was, while Mrs. Worthington, fearing lest

something had befallen her daughter, could scarcely tear open the

envelope. Then, when it was open, she could not read it, for 'Lina's

writing was never very plain, and passing it to Alice, she said,

entreatingly: "Please read it for me. There is no secret, I presume."

Glancing at Hugh, who had purposely turned his face to the wall, Alice

commenced as follows: "FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL, NEW YORK,

OCTOBER, 1860."

"DEAR MOTHER: What a little eternity it is since I heard from you,

and how am I to know that you are not all dead and buried. Were it

not that no news is good news, I should sometimes fancy that Hugh

was worse, and feel terribly for not having gone home when you did.

"Now, then, to business, and firstly, as Parson Brown, of Elm wood,

used to say, I want Hugh to send me some money, or all is lost. Tell

him he must either beg, borrow, pawn or steal, for the rhino I must

have. Let me explain.

"Here I am at Fifth Avenue Hotel, as good as any lady, if my purse

is almost empty. Plague on it, why didn't that Mrs. Johnson send

me two thousand instead of one? It would not hurt her, and them I

should get through nicely."

"Oh, I ought not to read this--I cannot," and Alice threw the letter

from her, and hurried from the room.

"The way of the transgressor is hard," groaned Hugh, and the groan

caught the ear of his mother.

"What is it, Hugh?" she asked, coming quickly to his side. "Are you

worse? Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm better, I reckon--the cobwebs are gone. I am myself again. What

have you here?" and Hugh grasped the closely written sheet.




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