r child. She has now confessed that she knew that
James meant to get possession of Harold's money; she was in his
confidence from the beginning.

"'We wanted to prevent your marriage with Harold if we could,' she said.
'We never liked you, Meta; but you are avenged. I sent for you to tell
you that you are avenged on me.'

"Just for a moment my heart cried out that this was as it should be.
Within me there was a struggle, brief and strong. But how could my
better nature fail to triumph, helped as I was by Harold's loving
influence? Oh, my love in heaven, I will not be conquered by evil; you
are on my side--you, and the angels of God!

* * * * *

"It is bitter weather. I sit, up at night to mend and make Jamie's
clothes, while he sleeps soundly in my bed. Dear little fellow; it does
me good to see his cheeks so rosy and round, and his curly golden head
half-buried in the pillow. 'If thine enemy hunger, feed him,' said the
Master. It might be hard to feed mine enemy, but it is a labour of love
to feed mine enemy's child.

"If I am called away, who will take care of Jamie? My landlady, Mrs.
Penn, is a good woman, but one can hardly expect her to take up the
burden of a little boy. And yet I think Jamie would be more of a
blessing than a burden. He has the sweetest ways I ever knew, and there
is a look of Harold in his blue eyes. How the wind howls to-night!

"It is a melancholy November.

* * * * *

"It was a curious thing that I should have a fainting fit in the street.
Poor Jamie would not let my hand go when they carried me into a shop.
When I came to myself I saw his dear, frightened little face looking up
at me. He is not yet four years old--and I am getting weaker and weaker.

"I will write to Harold's old college friend if I can find out his
address. It must be somewhere among Harold's papers. Arnold Wayne--ah, I
wonder if Arnold Wayne will be good to the boy?

* * * * *

"Last night I had a dream of Christmas. Harold came to me in my dream,
and said that I should hear the angels sing on Christmas day. I woke up
to find the frosty moonlight shining into the room, and Jamie, half
awake, complaining of the cold. I folded him closely in my arms, and we
both fell asleep.

* * * * *

"I am very feeble to-day. I must not try to go out of doors. There is a
little money in hand. Jamie lo