"'The d--l to pay! Who broke this?' he almost shouted in anger.

"'I did,' I murmured; and the rest of my story unspoken, my father
struck me a blow for the first and last time in his life. It sent me
reeling against a table; the sharp corner struck my forehead and cut
a terrible gash. Here, I will show it to you. It is plainly visible,
and always will be."

Leah lifted the glossy dark hair from her smooth pale forehead, and
displayed the long, hard scar, that was so carefully concealed by
the ebon folds. "I always wear my hair combed to hide it."

"Oh! Leah, Leah," sighed Lizzie, "how dreadful!"

"At sight of the blood that flowed freely from the wound, my father
caught me in his arms, and kissing my blood-stained face, exclaimed
again and again:

"'Fool, wretch, devil, that I am! Not for all the world would I have
shed a drop of this precious blood. I beg your forgiveness, my
darling--a thousand times, my child!' My cries, though suppressed,
brought my mother to the room. With a well-assumed air of innocence
and tenderness, she sought to wipe away the blood from my face, and
bind up the gash upon my forehead. I all the while abstractedly
wondering if I really did break the pipe; such was my weakness, such
the power that was over and around my young life, and is yet, even
to this very hour.

"My father gathered up the scattered fragments of the broken