ourse."

"At once," said Amy, without moving.

"Certainly, ma'am; here's the money," and Mr. Joseph counted it out upon
the pine table.

"And you'd better leave the rest to be done at once."

"I'll do so, ma'am," said the man, putting down the bundle.

"And remember that if you ever harm this woman by a word or look, even,"
added Amy, bending her head toward her aunt, "you will repent it
bitterly."

The man stared at her and fumbled with his hat. The cigar had dropped
upon the floor. Amy pointed to it, and said, "Now go."

Mr. Joseph stooped, picked up the stump, and departed. Amy felt weak. Her
aunt stood by her, and said, calmly,

"It was only part of my punishment."

Amy's eyes flashed.

"Yes, aunt; and if any body should break into your room and steal every
thing you have and throw you out of the window, or break your bones and
leave you here to die of starvation, I suppose you would think it all
part of your punishment."

"It would be no more than I deserve, Amy."

"Aunt Martha," replied Amy, "if you don't take care you will force me to
break my promise to you."

"Amy, to do that would be to bring needless disgrace upon your mother and
all her family and friends. They have considered me dead for nearly
sixteen years. They have long ago shed the last tear of regret for one
whom they believed to be as pure as you are now. Why should you take her
to them from the tomb, living still, but a loathsome mass of sin? I am
equal to my destiny. The curse is great, but I will bear it alone; and
the curse of God will fall upon you if you betray me."

Amy was startled by the intensity with which these words were uttered.
There was no movement of the hands or head upon the part of the older
woman. She stood erect by the table, and, as her words grew stronger, the
gloom of her appearance appeared to intensify itself, as a thunder-cloud
grows imperceptibly blacker and blacker.

When she stopped, Amy made no reply; but, troubled and uneasy, she drew a
chair to the window and sat down. The older woman took up her work again.
Amy was lost in thought, wondering what she could do. She saw nothing as
she looked down into the dirty yards of the houses; but after some time,
forgetting, in the abstraction of her meditation, where she was, she was
suddenly aware of the movement of some white object; and looking
curiously to see what it was, discovered Lawrence Newt gazing up at her
from the back window of his store, and wa