A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Fifth

startled by the twitter of the electric bell at their apartment door. It was really not so late as the children's having gone to bed made it seem; but at nine o'clock it was too late for a

d there a lady deeply veiled in black and

ed, she said: "You don't know me! Miss Vance"; and she threw back her veil, showing her face wan a

answered, still too much stupef

the hall chair by the door, "My maid can sit here?"

. She welcomed Miss Vance with the liking they both felt for t

how to speak of this terrible affair. But you know what I mean. I feel as if I had lived a whole lifetime since it happened. I don't want you to pity me for it," she said, forestalling a politeness from Mrs. March. "I'm the last one to be thought of, and you mustn't mind me if I try to make you. I came to find out all of the truth that I can, and when I know just what that is I shall know what to do. I have read the inquest;

" he replied. "But if y

aight to his death. We were talking, and I-I said, Why didn't some one go among the strikers and plead with them to be peaceable, and keep them from attacking the ne

I didn't see him at all till

he policeman strike that wretched Lindau-he's been such an anxiety to me ever since we have had anything to do with him here; my husband knew him when he was a boy in the West.

the world-the daily portion of the poor-have for the nervous woes of comfortable people. March hung his head;

s Vance said, as if it were a mere matter of course that she should ha

arch interrupted, to give a final touch to the

have been in the wrong

nc

ce, of equity-too high to be considered by a policeman with a club in his hand," said March, with a bold defiance of his wife

trying to find out how much I am to blame myself. I had no thought of Mr. Dryfoos's going there-of his attempting to t

to ask him to go-perhaps my

r out of it. "I'm afraid," said March, "that is what can never be known now." After a moment he added: "But why should you

s," March replied. "He was thwarted and disappointed, without even pleasing the ambition that thwarted and disappointed him. That poor old man, his father, warped him from his simple, lifelong wish to be a minis

use they were meant to live in it. It isn't a question of being happy here; no one

ng. Who knows? He may have be

n't worth it!"

might have been unhappy, as we all are; but I know that his life here would have had a high

-ah, I know he went to try and do what I said!" They were all silent, while she dried her eyes and then put her handkerchief back into the pocket from which she had suddenly pulled it, with a series of vivid, young-ladyis

own-I did know that there wasn't anything more for you to tell. But at least I've found out from you that there was nothing, and now I can begin to bear what I must. How are those poor creatures-h

an understand. But they were pleased with the flowers you se

em?" asked the girl. "W

told

looked at h

d do. They wouldn't understand

't a question of self-

od-

e end Mrs. March said, "She is a strange being;

very unhappy, and I don't see how she's to be happier about that poor fellow. I

very well, Basil. I adm

ou'd say somet

ssible thing, I can get on pretty well. When it comes to

ve with her. That was the light that came into his face whe

you think th

would have been pe