treasure and cast them into the fire; and from that day to this, he
has never alluded in any manner to that occurrence. Always kind and
tender to me, he seems to be ever endeavoring to atone for some
wrong, and his long-continued silence assures me how vividly and
regretfully he remembers his violence toward me."

"Shocking!" ejaculated Lizzie with emotion.

"Yes, it is shocking, dear Lizzie; for the horrible truth is ever
before me, and this hated scar is the seal of the first lie of my
tender young life. I never comb my hair away from my face, so
morbidly am I impressed with the fear that those who see it will
read the cause of its existence. Oh! Lizzie, that falsehood, and
that cruel deception imposed upon a helpless child, were terrible
indeed, too terrible to be borne.

"But I must proceed. I have dwelt thus minutely upon this first
unhappy incident of my childhood, because it is a sort of guide-post
to a long and dreary waste of years. It forms the headstone of my
departed freedom, for, as I have said, in that evil moment when I
yielded to her wicked, imperious will, I lost all moral power, and
to this day, am worse than her vassal. Try as I may, I cannot shake
off the habit; it has become second nature, and her influence now is
so withering that I dare not make resistance; and yet, I despise
myself for my weakness. Pity me, Lizzie, do not blame me! There's a
moral want about me somewhere, Heaven knows, that no human agency
can supply.

"My mother's assumed fondness for me led my father to believe that
she loved me truly, and was tender and kind as she should be. He