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And now another picture, children dear.
'Mid suffering, cold, and want, and earthly am I ALE
been rent, saw Selina, the faithful servant, called away from her work to hear the
Well done!' of a loving Master, while she was left to battle awhile longer with the enemies that so often got the better of her: the world, the flesh, and the devil.
Sickness is no accident, but a messenger from God, and as such Alice Swayne received it. She had not strength for much thought, much resolve, the day she heard of Selina Gregg's death, but bit by bit she
thought her life over, and prayed for help An under-housemaid, who had suffered to resist her besetting sin, self-will, which from the fever too, was to be her attendant, had already brought so much suffering on and Mr. Swayne intended to spare a day herself and others. And then she set a to take them to their new quarters. watch on herself, lest by any means her Poor Alice! it sounded like banishment adversary should get the better of her in from all she knew and loved. Even the these new days of bodily weakness, and description of the bold sea and the fresh the first good thing her watch did was to breezes did not revive her, but she tried stay her lips from asking more about the to look hopeful, though the voice was very fever and its victims. It was evident, for feeble and troubled that asked. some reason or other, that her father did You'll write to me, father, as often as not wish her as yet to talk to him of this; you can, and send Miss Dawkins when she and though Alice would greatly have liked can be spared ; she must want change more to question her nurse, her sense of honour than I do. Where is it, father? and how would not allow her to do so.
do we go,--through Manchester ? That is It seemed a little matter to begin on, where Bell said she came from.' The voice but to Alice, who knew every face in the grew more cheerful and interested. village, it was a self-denial. Words spoken . Poor little Bell!' said Mr. Swayne, in her presence, allusions to a state of 'we have hardly had leisure to think of things which did not exist when she fell her. I wonder where she is now? The ill, all made her aware that there had been woman promised to write and tell me, if I change, if not loss, going on around her, could do anything for her.' and as life and natural curiosity returned • Father,' said Alice, I'll keep my eyes to her it was a struggle to keep silence. open while I am away, because, you know,
She made no opposition now to being Mr. Pottinger's show may travel anywhere, sent from home, though the plan was even and it would be so nice to see Bell again.' more disagreeable to her than before, since ‘Do, dear,' said Mr. Swayne, glad of she could not be with her brother and anything that could keep his little girls sisters for fear of infection, and even Miss thoughts away from Moor and its troubles, Dawkins could not be spared to accompany
while she was unable to do anything to her, as Miss Brett had taken the fever. relieve them.
So Mr. Swayne told his child as he sat with her one evening. The fever had now
CHAPTER XIII. raged in Moor for five weary weeks, and The dreaded visit to the sea turned out showed no sign of abatement, while the a great pleasure. Alice rapidly regained heat was so excessive that those in health health and strength, and was able to enjoy felt depressed and weak. It was quite rambles among the delightful sand-hills and necessary to get Alice to the sea as soon as on the shore at Littleby. The bracing air, she could be moved, Dr. Darell said ; so the blue sky, the smiling world, she wanted arrangements had been made to place her nothing else at first but to enjoy them, and with an elderly woman, once housekeeper it was a question whether she or her maid at the Manor House in Moor, who had a Helen made the quickest progress towards pretty cottage on the Lancashire coast, and perfect recovery. let two or three rooms in the summer.
Littleby was the sweetest spot in the
world, Alice wrote to her father: so retired; *Did she come of decent folk?' asked you could do all day as you liked; their Mrs. Holmes ; ‘if so you must go to the cottage was the most comfortable and the Church register; they would have her bapprettiest ever seen, and Mrs. Holmes, their tized of course.' landlady, was kindness itself; in short, Oh, yes,' said Alice; then a new diffiAlice had fallen in love with her, and liked culty staggered her. • But oh, Mrs. nothing better than enticing her into the Holmes, I don't know her name - perhaps front parlour for a chat. Poor thing! she it is Isabel.' was so alone in the world—had no relations Poor Mrs. Holmes thought her young at all to visit her or care for her.
lodger was bent on rather a wild-goose Mrs. Holmes in return liked her inmates, chase, searching for a little girl with no and was flattered by Alice's interest in her surname, and only a doubtful Christian recollections of the days when she was name; but Alice was plainly so much in young and lived at the Manor, and the earnest that she could not but consider years following when she and her good man what was best to be done. kept an upholsterer's shop in Manchester. The registers wouldn't help much, my Manchester again!
Alice pricked up dear, would they ?' she reasoned : “there her ears at the sound.
would be scores of Isabels, but
wouldn't • There is a little girl, a poor child, who know which was the right one. Are the thinks she was born in Manchester,' said child's parents dead ? ' Alice: ‘you wouldn't know anything about “Yes,' said Alice. her, I suppose?'
• And has she nothing left belonging to * Bless your dear heart,' said Mrs. Holmes, them that she may be known by ? for I 'there are thousands of poor children in reckon she's one of those little castaways Manchester, and it's ten years and more who lost their home too early to remember.' since I set foot in the place;' and then the Yes, it's just that,' said Alice; and I poor old lady sighed, and her bright eyes don't think she's got anything unless it's a grew misty.
necklace belonging to her mother.' Alice often wondered who those eyes * Ay, and a string of beads won't tell reminded her of, they were so bright and much,' said Mrs. Holmes. lively usually, but then they belonged to a That evening was wet, and the landlady very sprightly old lady.
looked into the front-room to see how Alice She considered awhile, and then said,- was amusing herself.
• Mrs. Holmes, if you wanted to find a • Come in,' said Alice; • I'm writing to person out in Manchester, what should you father, but my letter is nearly finished, and do ?'
I want you to go on with your story. You Ask the police,' said Mrs. Holmes. “I had just set up shop in Manchester, you know an Inspector that would rummage the know. It's like having a new book withplace over for me.'
out the trouble of reading, isn't it, Helen?' • But suppose the person isn't there?' she asked of the girl, who was sewing by said Alice. "Oh dear, you can't understand the window. what I mean: it's this little girl, I want to Helen agreed to this, and Mrs. Holmes, find out if she was born in Manchester, much flattered, sat down as invited. and who her parents were.'
(To be continued.)