"Now, that's what I call wicked. Sposin' her money did come from
England, she needn't spend it so foolishly; but then money didn't save
Ella's life, and they say her mother's done nothing but screech and
go on like a mad woman since she died. You'll go early, won't you?"

"Yes, I mean to be there in season to get into the parlor if I can."

And now, having reached the corner, where their path diverged, with a
mutual "good day" they parted.




CHAPTER IV.

ELLA CAMPBELL.


Scarcely three hours had passed since the dark, moist earth was heaped
upon the humble grave of the widow and her son, when again, over the
village of Chicopee floated the notes of the tolling bell, and
immediately crowds of persons with seemingly eager haste, hurried
towards the Campbell mansion, which was soon nearly filled. Among the
first arrivals were our acquaintances of the last chapter, who were
fortunate enough to secure a position near the drawing-room, which
contained the "big looking-glass."

On a marble table in the same room, lay the handsome coffin, and in it
slept young Ella. Gracefully her small waxen hands were folded one
over the other, while white, half-opened rose buds were wreathed among