that than to have her marry him.  I stopped that!” and the old woman chuckled to herself.  Then her mood changed.  “Such a marriage would ‘a’ been a sin agin God and man,” she said sternly.  “She robbed me of my son, my only boy, but I’ll git even with her.  She asked me this mornin’ if I knew who her parents wuz.  I told her no, that she was a waif picked up in a New Hampshire road, but I lied to her.  I had to.”

“But do you know who they were?” said Alice.

“Certainly I do,” said Mrs. Putnam; “that letter you’ve got, and that yer promised to destroy, tells all about ’em, but she shall never see it.  Never!  Never!!  Never!!!”

Again she rose to a sitting posture, and again that wild, mocking laugh rang through the house.  Lindy, still lying upon her bed in her room, heard it, shuddered, and covered her ears with her hands to shut out the terrible sound.  Samanthy, in the kitchen, heard it, and saying to herself, “Mrs. Putnam has gone crazy, and only that blind girl with her,” ran upstairs.

When Mrs. Putnam uttered that wild laugh, Alice started from her chair with beating heart and a frightened look upon her face.  As the door opened and Samanthy entered, Alice stepped forward.  She could not see who it was, but supposing it was Lindy, she cried out, “Oh, Lindy, I’m so glad you’ve come!”

Mrs. Putnam had fallen back exhausted upon her pillow; when she heard the name Lindy she tried to rise again, but could not.  But her indomitable spirit still survived.

“So you’ve come back, have you?” she shrieked.  “Yer couldn’t let me die in peace.  You want to hear more, do you?  Well, I’ll tell you the truth.  I know who your parents are, but I destroyed the letter; it’s burned.  That’s what I had the fire built for this mornin’.  You robbed me of my son and I’ve got even with yer.”  The old woman pointed her finger at poor Samanthy, who stood petrified in the doorway, and shrieked again, “Go!” and she pointed her withered finger toward the door, “and hunt for your parents.”

The astonished Samanthy finally plucked up courage to close the door; she ran to Lindy’s room and pounded upon the door until Lindy was forced to admit her; then the frightened girl told Lindy what she had heard, and again the worse than orphan threw herself upon her bed and prayed that she, too, might die.

Alice did not swoon, but she sank upon the floor, overcome by the horror of the scene.  No sound came from the bed.  Was she dead?  Alice groped her way back to the chair in which she had previously sat; she leaned over and listened.  Mrs. Putnam was breathing still—­faint, short breaths.  Alice took one of her hands in hers and prayed for her.  Then she prayed for the unhappy girl.  Then she thought of the letter and the promise she had made.  Should she keep her promises to the dying woman, and thus be a party to the wronging of this poor girl?

“Mrs. Putnam!  Mrs. Putnam!!  Aunt Heppy!!!” she cried; “take back your fortune, I do not want it; only release me from my oath.  Oh, that I could send for that letter and put it back into her hands before she dies!  If Mr. Sawyer were only here; but I do not know where to find him.”