each other.

"Mrs. Pollard!" repeated the good nurse, wonderingly. "I did not
know she was sick"

"She wasn't this noon. It is a sudden attack. Apoplexy we call it.
She fell at the news of Mr. Barrows' death."

And with this parting shot, he went out and closed the door behind
him.

I sank, just a little bit weakened, on the lounge, then rose with
renewed vigor. "The work has fallen into the right hands," thought
I. "Ada would wish me to leave her for such a task as this."

And yet I was troubled. For though this sudden prostration of Mrs.
Pollard, on the hearing of her young pastor's sorrowful death,
seemed to betoken a nature of more than ordinary sensibility, I had
always heard that she was a hard woman, with an eye of steel and a
heart that could only be reached through selfish interests. But then
she was the magnate of the place, the beginning and end of the
aristocracy of S----; and when is not such a one open to calumny? I
was determined to reserve my judgment.

In the fifteen minutes allotted me, I was ready. Suitable
arrangements had already been made for the removal of my poor Ada's
body to the house that held her lover. For the pathos of the
situation had touched all hearts, and her wish to be laid in the
same grave with him met with no opposition. I could therefore leave
with a clear conscience; Mrs. Gannon promising to do all that was