The Martyrdom of Madeline

would have said they might have been twin sisters-they looked so wonderfully alike. Both were fair, with pale forget-me-not ey

hawl was rich and valuable, but looked common enough in the dim light. She who sat, with her elbow on her knees and her chin resting in her open palms, wore a

patient manner of a wild animal; every look, every gesture was self-contained, determined, yet full of overmastering anxiety, The woman sitt

r being more than twenty-one

a husky voice; then she added, as the other seemed about

, and again looked down

he voice was deep and clear,

ing, and I'll pay you back some night when I'm

e money, what wil

' was the

t on the hearer. She stooped softly down an

n you see me?' 'Do you mi

ind what else.

do yo

ywh

ld are

ou going to keep on questioning all the b

ting girl and placed something in he

e given me a sove

would give you more. I am

Let me have ano

el

I was! Why yo

turn to laugh now-a

me feel it! And there's a pair of gold

histle, expressive of utter

a-going, but the streets ain't safe for the

ve no

ha

left, never to go back

are you

e pointed across the river and over t

there, I

frie

ou've them swell bracelets; and

figure of the listener tremble with agitation, perhaps with anger. With a quick

hem! And the shawl too-ta

ou're

ui

o face. The commoner and more outcast creature seemed utterly stupefied by wh

er-is it

to flash in upon the out

drown yourself? No!'

a peculi

nce, slap off the Embankment, but I was fished out like a wet rag.

y a peculiar impulse, the outcast cried after her-'Come back-ta

ay I kiss you?' 'If you lik

. Then, while the one stood petrified, staring in utter astonishm