52 =. —Ss«éDIGGING A “GRAVE
Mary another window, —all to herself, — for
‘needle-work ; and no one could bother them

passing the door. It was a relief to Marygife

 

weep while she worked, and the scene at
Mrs. Layton’s was. obliterated by her anxiety
about her lover; she could not go to see alter
him herself. N othing she could state (how
often her thoughts reverted to that) would do
him anything but harm; he was not sober, —
and he struck the first blow! No wonder, :
sighed poor Mary, that Peggy “talks of the

hundreds that dig their own grave with a

 wine-glass.” It was quite dark, and Mary

had lighted her candle before she heard her
friend’s well-known steps on the stairs.

Mrs. Byrne looked wearied in mind and
body ; : he cast off her bonnet, untied her hand-
kerchief, so that her neat little white cap
showed round her lace, and now that her
-cumberous head gear was throwm off, her

head looked full and well-shaped ; ; but not so