I wonder how you young ladies got along before
we had one?"
"We did not get along at all, Brother Phillip. Annie Morrison says
that it was not living, only staying."
"I suppose Miss Annie must be right," said the lawyer, turning to
the other volume.
"'Tales of a Grandfather.' In this you have something nice. I read
it when quite a little boy, and I can remember much at it yet."
"It is Scott's, and anything of his I love," said Lottie, with a
womanly air.
"It is historical, and such books are great helps to study. You must
read some of it this evening, child. I am somewhat, tired, and will
be both amused and entertained. You can sit in the old chair and I
will play lazybones upon the lounge."
Hand in hand went the pair in the direction of the cottage.
When Phillip Lawson sought the asylum of his own room he knelt down,
and offered up a fervent prayer at the Throne of Mercy.
A sense of relief followed, and a light seemed to break forth amidst
the gloom--a light that lightened the dark path of life and
portended to usher in a new and happier day. The last look of Hubert
Tracy received interpretation, and as Phillip Lawson thought over
and over of the deep abyss into which he was so nearly to be
plunged, tried hard to feel kindly towards the perpetrator of the
double-sided crime.
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