uite himself.

And one lovely summer morning, when Fay lay like a broken lily on her
pillow, and looked languidly out upon the world and life, they brought
her baby to her and laid it in her weak arms; and Fay gazed
wonderingly into a dimpled, tiny face and blue-gray eyes that seemed
to her the counterpart of Hugh's eyes; and then, as she felt the soft
breathing of the warm, nestling thing against her shoulder, and saw
the crumpled hand on her breast, a new, strange flood of happiness
came into her starved heart.

"Hugh's little boy," she whispered, and a tender look shone in her
eyes; and then she added, "he will love me for my baby's sake."

And she was very happy in her belief.

As long as they would let her, she lay cradling her boy in her feeble
arms and whispering to him about his father: and when night came she
would lie awake happily trying to hear baby's soft breathing in the
bassinet beside her, and if he woke and cried, she would ask the nurse
to lay him beside her.

"He will not cry when he is with his mother," she would say, with
maternal pride. "He is always so good with me; indeed, I never knew
such a good baby," which was not wonderful, considering her experience
had been confined to Catharine's baby at the lodge. And if the nurse
humored her, Fay would cover the little downy head with noiseless
kisses, and tell him not to cry, for father was coming home to love
them and take care of them both.

"You will love me now; yes, I know you will, Hugh," she would murmur
softly when baby was slumbering peacefully in his blankets again, and
nurse had begged Lady Redmond not to think any more about Master Baby,
but to go to sleep. And as she obediently closed her eyes, the happy
tears would steal through her eyelids.

Poor innocent child! when she had first discovered that Hugh did not
love her, her despair had nearly cost her her life; but no sooner was
her baby brought to her than hope revived, for from the depths of her
sanguine heart she believed that by her boy's help she should win his
love; not knowing in her ignorance that Hugh might possibly care
nothing for the son though he desired the heir, and the baby charms
that had been so potent with her should possess no magic for him.

CHAPTER XXX.

"IT IS ALL OVER, BABY."

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon,
Rest, rest on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in