me concerning her husband.  My grandmother, whose suspicions had been previously awakened, believed what she said.  She exclaimed, “O Linda!  Has it come to this?  I had rather see you dead than to see you as you now are.  You are a disgrace to your dead mother.”  She tore from my fingers my mother’s wedding ring and her silver thimble.  “Go away!” she exclaimed, “and never come to my house, again.”  Her reproaches fell so hot and heavy, that they left me no chance to answer.  Bitter tears, such as the eyes never shed but once, were my only answer.  I rose from my seat, but fell back again, sobbing.  She did not speak to me; but the tears were running down her furrowed cheeks, and they scorched me like fire.  She had always been so kind to me! So kind!  How I longed to throw myself at her feet, and tell her all the truth!  But she had ordered me to go, and never to come there again.  After a few minutes, I mustered strength, and started to obey her.  With what feelings did I now close that little gate, which I used to open with such an eager hand in my childhood!  It closed upon me with a sound I never heard before.

Where could I go?  I was afraid to return to my master’s.  I walked on recklessly, not caring where I went, or what would become of me.  When I had gone four or five miles, fatigue compelled me to stop.  I sat down on the stump of an old tree.  The stars were shining through the boughs above me.  How they mocked me, with their bright, calm light!  The hours passed by, and as I sat there alone a chilliness and deadly sickness came over me.  I sank on the ground.  My mind was full of horrid thoughts.  I prayed to die; but the prayer was not answered.  At last, with great effort I roused myself, and walked some distance further, to the house of a woman who had been a friend of my mother.  When I told her why I was there, she spoke soothingly to me; but I could not be comforted.  I thought I could bear my shame if I could only be reconciled to my grandmother.  I longed to open my heart to her.  I thought if she could know the real state of the case, and all I had been bearing for years, she would perhaps judge me less harshly.  My friend advised me to send for her.  I did so; but days of agonizing suspense passed before she came.  Had she utterly forsaken me?  No.  She came at last.  I knelt before her, and told her the things that had poisoned my life; how long I had been persecuted; that I saw no way of escape; and in an hour of extremity I had become desperate.  She listened in silence.  I told her I would bear any thing and do any thing, if in time I had hopes of obtaining her forgiveness.  I begged of her to pity me, for my dead mother’s sake.  And she did pity me.  She did not say, “I forgive you;” but she looked at me lovingly, with her eyes full of tears.  She laid her old hand gently on my head, and murmured, “Poor child!  Poor child!”

XI.  The New Tie To Life.