to Clyde Farm. Make it, if you
please, wholly a manufacturing place; do not consult me whether there
shall be rail-roads or mills."

"Upon my word," said Mr. Draper, "with an estate like mine, I should be
mortified to make such a paltry purchase of my wife. It is for you and
our only child that I am accumulating a fortune. Have you ever found me
sordid or tenacious of money, that you wish a certain sum secured to
you?"

"Never," said she with emotion; "all that money can purchase, you have
been most liberal in procuring me. Would that you were as generous to
yourself!"

"We all have our own ideas of happiness," said Mr. Draper; "but since it
is your wish, Frances, I will close with your proposal, and secure to you
twenty thousand dollars, which is a little more than I paid for Clyde
Farm. Legal instruments shall be immediately drawn up; and to convince
you that I wish for no control over that sum, I will have it put in
trust."

"Let the instrument be so worded," said Frances, "that it shall revert to
our child at my death."

"As you please," said Mr. Draper, coldly; "it is all the same to me."

CHAPTER V.--CONCLUSION.

From this time, Clyde Farm became wholly a place of business. No regard
was now paid to the beauty of the place. Iron-manufactories,
nail-manufactories, and saw-mills, were projected, and all was hurry and
bustle. One more pang, however, remained for Frances. The sequestered
nook she had selected, where her little Charlotte's remains were
deposited,--that spot, so still, so tranquil, so shaded by trees, and so
sheltered by valleys, so removed apparently from the tumult of
business,--over that very spot, it was found necessary for the rail-road
to pass! Strange as it may seem, the worldly father appeared to feel
more deeply this innovation than the mother.

Twice he repaired to the spot to give his directions for the removal of
the remains, and twice an impetuous burst of sorrow drove him from it.

"It is only a temporary resting-place, even for the body," said Frances;
"the spirit is not there." She looked calmly on, and gave those
directions for which the father was unable.

Another winter was now advancing, and the house in the city was ready for
occupancy. Mrs. Draper made her preparations to return, but they were
often interrupted by a pain in her side. The cough had entirely changed
its character; it was now deep and hollow. She certainly looked
remarkably well; he