52 BE TRUE.

lightning flash of wrath, awing the
spirit to momentary submission and
fleeting resolves. The few broken
sentences which fell with the death
gasp from the husband’s lips com-
mending his child to her maternal
care; the voice which seemed to
come from the dark depths of the
mother’s grave, as the father was laid
by her side; these, for a time, dwelt
in Mrs. Wingate’s memory, and in-
fluenced her conduct toward the
orphan child.

But, alas for human nature—alas
for the unsanctified heart! Laura’s
truthfulness might seem, in the eyes
of worldly wisdom, a sore misfortune;
and strange indeed was it to the in-
‘nocent child, that truth should stand
between her and human love.

Mrs. Wingate, who, from long prac-