and home, had been dropped in at her window by a female
hand. Of the bag and bracelet she of course knew nothing.

"There's something very strange and mysterious about it all," said
Thomas thoughtfully; "the bag and the bracelet are somewhere about, but
who can tell where? If we could only find them, all could be set
straight, and poor Jane's character completely cleared; but then it
ain't the Lord's will, so far, that it should be so. One thing's clear,
however; the tangle's being undone for us bit by bit, and what we've to
do is just to be patient and to keep our eyes and ears open; but,
please, not a word to anybody. And now, William, I must ask you to let
me have this Bible to take to poor Jane; it was her mother's, and is
full of her own marks under her favourite verses. You shall have
another instead of it, with a better print."

"Of course," replied Foster; "this book is your sister's and not ours,
and I would not keep it back from her for a moment. Still, I shall part
with it with great regret, as if I were parting with an old friend.
Little did I think a few weeks ago that I should ever care so much about
a Bible; but I thank God that this little book has done Kate and myself
so much good already, and I shall be much pleased to have another copy
as a gift from yourself."

Thomas Bradly rose to go; but Mrs Foster said, "I ought to have told
you that there was something else dropped into the room at the same time
with the Bible, but it wasn't the bracelet, I'm sorry to say."

"Stay, dear friend," cried Bradly; "let me run home to my dear sister
with her Bible; I'll be back again in half an hour."

So saying he hurried home, and seating himself by Jane, who was knitting
as usual in her snug retreat by the fireside, said, "Jane dear, the
Lord's been bringing us just one little step nearer to the light--only
one step, mind, only one little step, but it's a step in the right
direction."

"Thomas, what is it?" she exclaimed anxiously.

"Your Bible's turned up."

"My Bible, Thomas!"

"Yes, Jane." He then placed it in her hand. Yes, she could see that it
was indeed her own dearly-prized Bible.

"And the bracelet, Thomas?" she asked eagerly.--He shook his head sadly.
A shadow came over the face and tears into the eyes of his poor sister.

"The Lord's will be done," she said patiently; "but tell me, dear
Thomas, all about it."--He then related what he had heard from Kate
Foster.

"And you feel sure