at Paul's mother she noted the improvement in her looks.
The wild, mad expression of her eyes had gone. She appeared more
human, more womanly.

"Yes, read it to me," she said. "It's something about Paul, isn't it?
Have they acquitted him?"

"Listen!" said Mary. "A wonderful thing's happened. What you told me
was true. My father has made a confession before the court. Oh! what
it must have cost him!"

"Confession? Read it! Read it!"

And Mary read, while the woman lay still and silent.

The paper which she had obtained was one of the principal Manchester
evening journals. The members of its staff had, immediately after
Judge Bolitho's confession, rushed eagerly to the office with their
copy. Perhaps it was one of the most graphic descriptions of the scene
which appeared in any journal, and caught more truly the inwardness of
the event which set all Lancashire talking, than any other. Mary read
the whole story from beginning to end; read the description of Paul's
entrance into the prisoner's dock, the great excitement which pervaded
the court as all present waited for the judge; read the description of
how his lordship looked, and of the tremendous emotion under which he
was labouring. It was a fine piece of journalism, done by a man who
afterwards occupied a high position on one of the great London dailies.
He made the scene live, made everything so real and vivid that these
women, who were so terribly interested in the story, saw everything as
he saw.

Paul's mother lay rigid as Mary read the judge's words, until finally
she came to the confession. "This I do wish to say, here in the
presence of those who have gathered together to witness this trial.
Paul Stepaside is my lawful son, and, unknowingly, I have sinned
against him grievously and greatly; his mother is my lawful wife. He
is my lawful son, and I do here and now confess the wrong which I have
done to him, and I do it because my conscience commands me to do so,
and because I wish to ask my son's forgiveness."

As Mary read these words the woman rose in her bed and gave a cry of
joy.

"At last! At last!" she said. "But I never thought he would do this.
No, no; I never dreamed of it. He's confessed it before everyone.
Don't you see, my lassie? He's confessed it there in the open court
that I'm his lawful wife and that Paul is his lawful son! There's no
stain upon his name now--and no stain on mine either!"

She sat up in the bed, her