Bad Hugh

"If you please," Adah said timidly, bending over the sweet face resting

on the pillow, "if you please, may I say the 'Lord's Prayer' here with

you?"

Anna answered by grasping Adah's hand, and whispering to her: "Yes, say it, do."

Then Adah knelt beside her, and Anna's fair hand rested as if in

blessing on her head as they said together, "Our Father."

Adah's sleep was sweet that night in her little room at Terrace

Hill--sweet, not because she knew whose home it was, nor yet because

only the previous night he had tossed wearily upon the self-same pillow

where she was resting so quietly, but because of a heart at peace with

God, a feeling that she had at last found a haven of shelter for herself

and her child, a home with Anna Richards, whose low breathings could be

distinctly heard, and who once as the night wore on moaned so loudly in

her sleep that it awakened Adah, and brought her to the bedside. But

Anna was only dreaming and Adah heard her murmur the name of Charlie.

"I will not awaken her," she said, and gliding back to her own room, she

wondered who was Anna's Charlie, associating him somehow with the letter

she had given, into the care of Mrs. Richards.