Mrs. Swan was sitting with little baby Garnet on her lap, at her friend’s house, the next evening, when the door burst open and Mr. Garnet, senior, appeared in a state of excitement, such as he had never been seen before by the little brown-eyed woman, who looked up with a startled glance at his unexpected entrance.

“Richie’s come,” he shouted, waving his hat triumphantly.  “I’ve sent for her, and here she is.  I gave the Constable a commission, and he’s been and brought Richie, and got all the proofs of her parentage.”

“Thank Heaven!” said Mrs. Swan, giving the baby a toss in the air, while its little soft-hearted mother hid her head on the old man’s shoulder, and shed a few tears of thankfulness and relief.

“What! crying just at the hour of triumph?” said her spirited friend.  “I did not know how cruelly you had suffered from these base suspicions, until now.”

“There, there, child,” said Mr. Garnet, gently, smoothing the satin hair with his horny hand, “get on your things and wrap up the baby.  There’s a select few up at Dr. Little’s to-night, and, though he ain’t a particular friend of mine, I’ve a notion to give him a surprise party, a kind of comin’ out occasion, you know, for the minister’s new step-daughter.”

The spacious parlors of the doctor’s residence were as brilliantly lighted as the illuminating power of six large kerosene lamps, in full blaze, would allow, and as Mr. Garnet had declared, a “select few” of that gentleman’s friends were there assembled, to talk over the feasibility of the minister’s calling the detractors of his amiable wife to a speedy account before the proper authorities of the village.

That injured lady sat enthroned in easy chair, in a quiet corner, casting martyr-like looks upon her sympathizers.  Just as we are observing that stately personage, she interrupted the Elder, who had been speaking, with great volubility, “Don’t say another word upon this painful subject, husband.  I can’t bear it.  To think that all my well-meant efforts should be rewarded with such base ingratitude, wounds me deeply.  Still I would use no harsh measures, but ever incline to the side of mercy.”

“But justice must be done, my dear sister,” said the doctor.  “In your generous disinterestedness, you must not forget that you owe something to your husband and the church, over which he presides.  Your dignity must be sustained, and it would never do to pass over this matter, since it has become the theme of idle gossip for the whole town. I advise my brother to call in the aid of the law, without delay.”

“Oh, I could never think of that,” returned the lady; “something else will have to be decided upon.  I do not wish the Elder to be drawn into a lawsuit on my account.  I can live down these foul aspersions.  In time, these people, whom I have come among, will know me as I am.”

It seemed as if the lady’s prophetic forebodings were to be literally verified then and there.  As she ceased speaking, there came an imperious summons at the street door, that turned all eyes immediately toward the one mode of entrance and exit.