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"How I reached my room I never knew, but reach it I did, and half an

hour later I knelt by his grave, where I wept away every womanly

feeling of my heart, and then went back to the giddy world, the

gayest of the gay. I did not seek an interview with your mother,

though I have often regretted it since. Did she never speak of me?

Think. Did you never hear my name?"

"In Vernon, I am sure I did," answered Maude, "but I was then too

young to receive a very vivid impression, and after we came here

mother, I fear, was too unhappy to talk much of the past."

"I understand it," answered Maude Glendower, and over her fine

features there stole a hard, dark look, as she continued, "I can see

how one of her gentle nature would wither and die in this

atmosphere, and forgive me, Maude, she never loved your father as I

loved him, for had he called me wife I should never have been here."

"What made you come?" asked Maude; and the lady answered, "For

Louis' sake and yours I came. I never lost sight of your mother. I

knew she married the man I rejected, and from my inmost soul I

pitied her. But I am redressing her wrongs and those of that other

woman who wore her life away within these gloomy walls. Money is his

idol, and when you touch his purse you touch his tenderest point.

But I have opened it, and, struggle as he may, it shall not be

closed again."

She spoke bitterly, and Maude knew that Dr. Kennedy had more than

met his equal in that woman of iron will.

"I should have made a splendid carpenter," the lady continued, "for

nothing pleases me more than the sound of the hammer and saw, and

when you are gone I shall solace myself with fixing the entire

house. I must have excitement, or die as the others did."

"Maude--Mrs. Kennedy, do you know what time it is?" came from the

foot of the stairs, and Mrs. Kennedy answered, "It is one o'clock, I

believe."

"Then why are you sitting up so late, and why is that lamp left

burning in the parlor, with four tubes going off at once? It's a

maxim of mine--"

"Spare your maxims, do. I'm coming directly," and kissing the blind

girl affectionately, Mrs. Kennedy went down to her liege lord, whom

she found extinguishing the light, and gently shaking the lamp to

see how much fluid had been uselessly wasted.