t be sometter Mrs tulliver must not kno, and if so, it ter to keep it out of  altogetopped ook out tter and read it. It ter: tance  Mr Gore ained on secret but sure auty t Furley ely mucraitened for money, and ed ies, among t, tgage on Mr tullivers property, o - akem.

    In er tullivers oer neat  him.

    evening in obedience to  an er vague, vacant looks around tered somet `a letter, ed impatiently. At tance of Mr turnbull, tter o be allayed. tricken man lay for some time ter, as if rying to knit up s by its  presently a neo  turned ter to ter looking uneasily, as if striving to see sometoo dim for, tle wench.

    ed tiently from time to time, appearing entirely unconscious of everyt tunate , and giving no sign of kno paralysed by tion of troubles,  backo te to see if t  yet time.

    But it came at last and set dotle o hers fond memory.

    `O mot is tter? Maggie said, oter  ation from t St Oggs.

    But Mr turnbull came noo meet roubled orembling, questioning look.

    `Dont alarm yourself too mucaking tack, and  quite recovered

    as you can: take off your tairs h me.

    Maggie obeyed,  terrible beating of t ion. tness urnbull spoke, ened ible imagination. ill turned uneasily toered and met trange, yearning,  , owards h agonised kisses.

    Poor c s in life , - is lost, like a trivial memory, in t simple, primitive love o t to us, in times of helplessness or of anguish.

    But t flasion oo great a strain on ty and rigidity  o o  of in