108 = _ DIGGING A GRAVE

blinds nor curtains, and after a time she
perce’ ved the dim, mysterious twilight, so
heavy and murky, stealing around her. She |
opened the window, and, folding herself in —
her shawl, waited as patiently as she could,
for daybreak; gathering up the wandering |
sounds of life for companionship ; now count
ing the olimmering stars as they seemed —
to retreat behind the opposite houses ; then
; listening to the measured step of the police-
man starting at the sudden bang of a street
— door, and trembling at the half-shouted, half. |
~ muttered eloquence of an intoxicated wan-
derer. . |
a light glimmered from a distant window, |
and she could hear the tender tones of a
watching mother soothing the. querulousness
ofa sick child; then the nearest clock strack
out the hour fiercely on the air, while others,
afar off, seemed its echo. I doubt very much

H ns one, who has not waited for day-