your husband's will would bring upon you. But
in a way, the responsibility would remain, even were you to refuse. You
do not know into whose hands this money may fall. Think of the evil
influence which a bad rich man might exert through all the countryside.
What is known of this stranger who is putting in his claim as next of
kin?"

"Mr Rainy knows that he is the man that he declares himself to be. He
has long known about him, and has always kept him in view. Doctor
Fleming told me that. Yes, I have thought of what you say. But if Mr
Rainy is satisfied, I think I am free to do as I desire to do--as I must
do."

"Is it your brother who is seeking to influence you in this matter,
Allison?"

"No. I have thought of what might be his wish. But I have had no word
from him since--I do not even know whether he has heard of--what has
happened. No one has influenced me. I am sure I am right in refusing;
but right or wrong, I must refuse. Oh! say no more, for I cannot bear
it."

She was doing her best to keep herself quiet, but the constant dwelling
on this matter had vexed and wearied her, and Mrs Esselmont was
startled by the look which came to her face, as she rose and took a step
toward the door.

"Allison, my dear," said she, "you are worn out and need to be taken
care of and comforted. Leave it all for the present, and come home with
me."

The ready tears came to Allison's eyes.

"You are very kind, but I think I am better here. Mrs Hume has asked
me to come to the manse, and Mrs Beaton would like me to go to her.
You are all very kind, but I think it is better for me just to bide
where I am, and keep myself busy for the present."

Mrs Esselmont sat thinking earnestly for several minutes. Then she
said gravely:

"Allison, listen to me for a moment, and put out of your thoughts all
that I hose been saying. You have been long enough under my roof to
know something of me. You know that I am growing an old woman now, and
that I am much alone, having no one very near to me who could be with me
always. I am often very lonely. One daughter is taken up with the care
of her large family, and has other claims upon her besides, and my Mary
is over the sea. Will you come to me, Allison? Not as a servant,--as a
companion and friend. I like you greatly, my dear. I may say I love
you dearly. Will you come to me?"

She held out her hand. Allison took it in both hers, and stooping, she
kissed it, and