lated the promise that she had made to her dying
sister, never to expose the unhappy but guiltless author of her death.

"Poor mother! poor, young, broken-hearted mother! She was not much older
than I am now when she died--was she, Aunt Hannah?"

"Scarcely two years older, my dear."

"So young!" sobbed Ishmael, dropping his head again upon Hannah's knee,
and bursting into a tempest of grief.

She allowed the storm to subside a little, and then said:

"Now, my Ishmael, I wish you to tell me what it was that sent you home
so early from the party, and in such a sorrowful mood. I knew, of
course, that something must have been said to you about your birth. What
was said, and who said it?"

"Oh, Aunt Hannah! it was in the very height of my triumph that I was
struck down! I was not proud, Heaven knows, that I should have had such
a fall! I was not proud--I was feeling rather sad upon account of
Walter's having missed the prize; and I was thinking how hard it was in
this world that nobody could enjoy a triumph without someone else
suffering a mortification. I was thinking and feeling so, as I tell you,
until Walter came up and talked me out of my gloom. And then all my
young companions were doing me honor in their way, when--"

Ishmael's voice was choked for a moment; but with an effort he regained
his composure and continued, though in a broken and faltering voice:

"Alfred Burghe left the group, saying that I was not a proper companion
for young ladies and gentlemen. And when--she--Miss Merlin, angrily
demanded why I was not, he--Oh! Aunt Hannah!" Ishmael suddenly ceased
and dropped his face into his hands.

"Compose yourself, my dear boy, and go on," said the weaver.

"He said that I was a--No! I cannot speak the word! I cannot!"

"A young villain! If ever I get my hands on him, I will give him as good
a broomsticking as ever a bad boy had in this world! He lied, Ishmael!
You are not what he called you. You are legitimate on your mother's
side, because she believed herself to be a lawful wife. You bear her
name, and you could lawfully inherit her property, if she had left any.
Tell them that when they insult you!" exclaimed Hannah indignantly.

"Ah! Aunt Hannah, they would not believe it without proof!"

"True! too true! and we cannot prove it, merely because your mother
bound me by a promise never to expose the bigamy of your father. Oh,
Ishmael, to shield him, what a wrong she did to herself and to you!"
wept