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"Well, well," said the Squire, "when afor him to do if he wants any peace of mind, and

that is to cooin' to have it

said I went agin the Scripter" He went over to Anna and took her

pale, thin hand in his great brown one

"Well, little wo to

interfere I leave it to you that I won't live to regret it"

This time the tears splashed down the pale cheeks "Dear sir, I thank

you, and I pro

to the rest--"I thank you all I can only repay you by doing ave her a sisterly pat on the shoulder

Anna would not listen to Mrs Bartlett's kind suggestion that she should

rest a little while She went immediately to the house, reingha to her dark beauty--or was it that the hoone out of those sorrowful eyes?

And so Anna Moore had found a home at last, one in which she would have

to work early and late to retain a foothold--but still a ho, after the anguish of the last

year Her youth and beauty, she had long since discovered, were only

barriers to the surroundings she sought There had been irl, but their offers were such that death seeone froht to earn her bread, and yet, finding only te out to the barn, stopped for a ard her, as she

sat on the lowest step of the porch, with her sleeves rolled above the

elboorking a bowl of butter He sly--it was

well that none of his faht have been a revelation to the home circle