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"Oh, Mr Peter, forgive e,

and--"

"And quite right too, Prudence," I nodded; "he is indeed worth

any good wohts; let it be your duty to think of him,

and for hi, she fled through the

doorway and across the road, swift and graceful as any bird, and

presently was back again, with so hidden in her apron

"He be a strong man, and terrible in his wrath," said she, "and

I--love him, but--take this wi' you, and if it--must be--use it,

because I do love him" Now, as she said this, she drew from

her apron that saainst the "ghost" and thrust it into reat sob choked her voice--"

don't--don't use it--if--if you can help it, forher bowed head very tenderly, "how

can you think I would go up against my friend with death in my

hand--Heaven forbid!" So I laid aside the weapon and, clapping

on , but

left her weeping in the shadows