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, dear heart, will you tell me or give me a sign?" "Yes, Sandy." "And now--where are you going, Cynthia?" For the girl was turning from him. "Just down The Way. I must watch with Aunt Ann. She is a mighty troublesome lil' child these days. Good-bye." They looked tenderly, frankly, in each other's eyes and then the girl was gone. And that night Cynthia sat beside Ann Walden and kept watch and guard while faithful Sally slept. The bedchamber was very quiet and only a tallow candle lighted the gloom. The figure stretched out upon the bed was deathlike in its rigid motionlessness, and Cynthia's hand lay over the thin, old wrinkled ones for fear in a drowsy moment the woman might elude her. It was past midnight when Ann Walden stirred and opened her eyes. Cynthia was alert at once, but the light that shone on the old face revealed an expression which had not rested there for many a day. "Queenie!" A cold horror overcame Cynthia, but she held her position and whispered: "Yes." "Go to bed, honey. I'm--I'm sorry." "Never mind, dear." Cynthia meant to play the old sad game that was the only one possible with the poor creature on the bed. "I reckon it was--Thorndyke Bothwell over by Susie May Lanley's, wasn't it?" "Yes, dear." "Why didn't you tell me, Queenie? Why didn't you-all trust me. I--I didn't mean to--be hard." "No, dear. Never mind. Go--to sleep now." "Thorndyke Bothwell, he went away--but there must be--some one to remember. The--letter--take it--to----" Then a spasm passed over the grim face upon the pillow. The fleeting sanity was vanishing--"The hearthstone--her--down at Trouble----" The candle flickered up luridly. The weak voice of the old woman shook and the eyes lost the lustre. "You must bide with her--at Trouble----" Cynthia could not understand; she had never seen the light fade from the face of one she loved, so the fixed stare, the cessation of speech, did not alarm her. "See, dear Aunt Ann, I will put my head down on your pillow, so! There now! Shut your eyes right close, and I'll sing you to sleep, honey." The candle decided to splutter once more, and give up the struggle. The long wick curled over, the tiny beam faded, and was--gone. Through the long night watches, May Thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. Like a little mother crooning over her frightened child, Cynthia sang the wor
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