“Ahem!” said the host, moving with majestic tread to answer the knock, “it seems that we are to have some more visitors.”  “What! who!” as the corpulent figure of old Mr. Garnet appeared upon the threshold.

“Good evening, doctor; you did not expect me, I know,” said that gentleman, coming forward, “but I thought I’d drop in unceremoniously with my friends, here,” (turning and revealing the little group behind him,) “as I had some particular business with two of your guests, that could not possibly be delayed.”

At that moment a piercing shriek was heard from the corner, where the minister’s lady sank in a terror of guilt and shame.  She had caught sight of a slender, ill-clad figure, that stood peering in from the darkness without, at the light and warmth of the cheerful room.  The great, wild, haggard eyes glanced curiously and searchingly around, till they reached the woman’s hiding place, and rested upon a form strangely familiar; then, with a slow, shuffling, uncertain gait, Richie Penrose strayed into the room, regardless of those who watched her, and went directly up to the rigid figure, that bore on its white, set features the very impress of despair.

“Mother,” the girl said, kneeling before her, and speaking in confused, stammering accents, “they told me you sent for me to come to you and be cared for, and have food and warm, pretty clothing, and no hard work or cross words or blows, such as they gave me in the home I left.  You used to promise me, mother, that when you got somebody with gold enough to buy all these, that you’d take me away from there.  So, when that man came for me, I hurried and got away before they should be sorry, and come and take me back again.  Is this the pretty home you used to tell me about? and is that man my father?”

There was no reply to this last question.  The minister’s wife had fainted.

All eyes were now turned toward her unfortunate husband.  He rose to his feet, reeling from the effects of the sudden shock, and the dreary hopelessness of his face touched every heart.  “My friends,” he said, huskily, “there is little to be said.  This sudden revelation has crushed me, till my soul grows faint with the bitterness of a terrible woe.  Believe me, I have had no part in this wicked deception, but only considered that I was in the pathway of stern duty, in defending the character of my wife from those who I was led to believe were her enemies.  I ask your forgiveness and sympathy;” then, without a word of adieu, groping like one shut from broad daylight into thick darkness, he passed out from among them, while those who looked on with moistened eyes knew that this cruel blow had broken his heart.

Old Mr. Garnet drew the back of his rough hand across his eyes.  “I’m a’most sorry I meddled,” he said, regretfully.  “It’s the first and last woman’s quarrel I ever mix up in.  But I couldn’t have them grieving my little Daisy to death.  What possessed the woman to stir up this piece of mischief?”