"A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch

Incapable of pity, void and empty

From any dram of mercy."--Shakespeare.

It was perhaps owing to the fact that Anna strove hourly to eliminate

the memory of Lennox Sanderson from her life, that she remained wholly

unaware of that which every member of the Squire's household was

beginning to notice: namely, that Lennox Sanderson was becoming daily

more attentive to Kate Brewster.

She had more than once hazarded a guess on why a man of Sanderson's

tastes should care to remain in so quiet a neighborhood, but could

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arrive at no solution of the case. In discussing him, she had heard

the Bartletts quote his reason, that he was studying practical farming,

and later on intended to take it up, on a large scale. When she had

first seen him at the Squire's, she had made up her mind that it would

be better for her to go away, but the memory of the homeless wanderings

she had endured after her mother's death, filled her with terror, and

after the first shock of seeing Sanderson, she concluded that it was

better to remain where she was, unless he should attempt to force his

society on her, in which case she would have to go, if she died by the

wayside.

Dave was coming across the fields late one autumn afternoon when he saw

Anna at the well, trying with all her small strength to draw up a

bucket of water. The well--one of the old-fashioned kind that worked

by a "sweep" and pole, at the end of which hung "the old oaken bucket"

which Anna drew up easily till the last few feet and then found it was

hard work. She had both hands on the iron bale of the bucket and was

panting a little, when a deep, gentle voice said in her ear: "Let go,

little woman, that's too heavy for you." And she felt the bucket taken

forcibly out of her hand.

"Never mind me, Mr. David," she said, giving way reluctantly.

"Always at some hard work or other," he said; "you won't quit till you

get laid up sick."

He filled the water-pail from the bucket for her, which she took up and

was about to go when he found courage to say: "Won't you stay a minute, Anna, I want to talk to you.

"Anna, have you any relatives?"

"Not now."

"But have you no friends who knew you and loved you before you came to

us?"