cherish you as your due. But if not, these are
charities that God has put into every hand that is reached out to Him,
that the very humblest and poorest may have the best of alms to give."

"Alms!" sighed the lady. She shook off the kind hand that was upon her
aching brow, for the thought struck upon her heart that she was a
destitute beggar for those smallest offices of kindness and courtesy
which she had not affections or temper to reciprocate or claim.

CHAPTER NINE.

THE COVE.

Rollo brought word that Macdonald and his people had left the eastern
caves, and were now exploring the large northern one called Asdrafil.
It was time the lady was returning to her hiding place.

"O dear!" exclaimed she. "May I not rest under a roof for one night?
Will Macdonald come here again so soon?"

The widow had little doubt he would. He would be popping in at all
times of the day or night till he could learn where his prisoner was.
She could not advise the lady to stay here, if she wished to remain on
the island till the minister came.

"I must," said Lady Carse. "But I dread that cave. I hate it, with its
echoes that startle one every moment, and the rough walls that look so
strangely in the red light of the fire. I hate it. But," she continued
impetuously, "no matter! I hate this place" (looking round with
disgust). "I hate every place that I ever was in. I wish I was dead.
I wish I had never been born. Now don't look at me so piteously. I
won't be pitied. I can't bear to be pitied: and do you think I will let
you pity me? No, indeed, I may have my own troubles. God knows I have
troubles enough. But I would not change places with you--no, not for
all else that God or man could give me. Now what are you smiling at?
Woman, do you mean to insult my misfortunes? I am brought low indeed,
if I am to be smiled at by a hag in a desert--I who once--O! I see; you
don't choose to yield me the small respect of listening to what I say."

Annie was now looking round her cottage to see what she could send down
to render the lady more comfortable in her retreat. She tried to absorb
her own attention in this business till Lady Carse should have exhausted
her anger and become silent. But Lady Carse once again seized the oil
can.

"Pardon me, madam," said Annie, "I cannot spare that, as you know.
Rollo is carrying some things that I hope may make you comfortable. If
you see anything else that you wish for, you sha