all on the veiled
Lady."
CHAPTER XVI.
MRS. BRENT'S STRANGE TEMPTATION.
Now that Phil is fairly established in the city, circumstances require
us to go back to the country town which he had once called home.
Mrs. Brent is sitting, engaged with her needle, in the same room where
she had made the important revelation to Phil.
Jonas entered the house, stamping the snow from his boots.
"Is supper most ready, mother?" he asked.
"No, Jonas; it is only four o'clock," replied Mrs. Brent.
"I'm as hungry as a bear. I guess it's the skating."
"I wish you would go to the post-office before supper, Jonas. There
might be a letter."
"Do you expect to hear from Phil?"
"He said nothing about writing," said Mrs. Brent indifferently. "He will
do as he pleases about it."
"I did'nt know but he would be writing for money," chuckled Jonas.
"If he did, I would send him some," said Mrs. Brent.
"You would!" repeated Jonas, looking at his mother in surprise.
"Yes, I would send him a dollar or two, so that people needn't talk. It
is always best to avoid gossip."
"Are you expecting a letter from anybody, mother?" asked Jonas, after a
pause.
"I dreamed last night I should receive an important letter," said Mrs.
Brent.
"With money in it?" asked Jonas eagerly.
"I don't know."
"If any such letter comes, will you give me some of the money?"
"If you bring me a letter containing money," said Mrs. Brent, "I will
give you a dollar."
"Enough said!" exclaimed Jonas, who was fond of money; "I'm off to the
post-office at once."
Mrs. Brent let the work fall into her lap and looked intently before
her. A flush appeared on her pale face, and she showed signs of
restlessness.
"It is strange," she said to herself, "how I have allowed myself to be
affected by that dream. I am not superstitious, but I cannot get over
the idea that a letter will reach me to-night, and that it will have
an important bearing upon my life. I have a feeling, too, that it will
relate to the boy Philip."
She rose from her seat and began to move about the room. It was a
relief to her in the restless state of her mind. She went to the window
to look for Jonas, and her excitement rose as she saw him approaching.
When he saw his mother looking from the window, he held aloft a letter.
"The letter has come," she said, her heart beating faster than its wont.
"It is an important letter. How slow Jonas is."
And she was inclined to be
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