urst into a flood of tears. "What would have become of me if
you had been killed?" she sobbed.

Surprised at this demonstration of affection, Little Wolf looked up
and drew Fanny towards her. The child's words, she knew not why, had
consoled and strengthened her. "Fanny," said she, "everybody must have
something to live for, and I have you"

"O yes, mamma used to say we must all live to do good," said Fanny,
brightening.

Little Wolf rose and struggled bravely to choke down her rising
feelings, for just then she was comparing the bright voyage of life,
which she had so lately pictured for herself, with the dark and stormy
reality. At that moment, when she would have scorned to indulge in
pusillanimous grief, her noble spirit recognized and bowed in willing
obedience to the sublime principle involved in Fanny's life-inspiring
words.

"Well, Fanny," she replied, "if I do live, I hope it will not be in
vain. I'm afraid I've been very wicked and selfish all my life."

"O, Miss DeWolf I'm sure you are the _bestest_, _preciousest_ woman
next to my mother, that I ever saw in all my life."

Fanny made this declaration with the air and assurance of one whose
years had embraced a century; but at that moment, an object met her
eye, which reminded her that she was but a helpless child. "O, there
is Mr. Wycoff!" she exclaimed suddenly, as the rough farmer was seen
coming up the hill.

Fanny trembled violently, for she feared this man. But Little Wolf,
constitutionally brave, in her present state of mind feared nothing,
composedly seated herself again upon the rock.

The farmer advanced slowly, and recognized Little Wolf with a bow, and
reassured Fanny with a cordial "How are you, Fanny?" Then, as he
observed traces of tears on Fanny's cheek, and Little Wolf's sad look
and mourning dress, he stopped short. "Now Miss DeWolf," said he,
bluntly, "I may as well say it first as last, I did not mean to run
over you that day, but I had been drinking, and did not know what I
was about. Whatever you say is right, I will pay you, for I have felt
mean about it ever since; 'specially as you haven't made any fuss
about it."

Little Wolf appeared noble indeed, as she feelingly replied, "Mr.
Wycoff, I would cheerfully make the same sacrifice again, if by that
means I could persuade you never to taste another drop of intoxicating
drink."

"O, I cannot agree to that," said Wycoff, "but I shall do the fair
thing by you, for you have acte