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 coming to you? But I was ashamed. I was ashamed to then—and—and—now I'm not."

"It would perhaps have been better if you had." said the judge.

"Yes, I wish I had," said she, "and—and I don't. Even when I thought that I might have to starve, I was happier than I had been in my father's house. That winter my father died. And I could not go to his funeral, because I could not buy a ticket to Mitford. It was so pitiful, his dying like that, because I thought that if it hadn't been for me he would have lived longer. At the very end of winter I got work to do. But it was too late."

A feverish color spread up from the lady's throat over her cheeks and forehead, and she had another fit of coughing.

"This is too much for you, Harmony," said the judge.

"No," she said; "it's all I'll have to do. I've got just enough strength to do it. Please get me some water."

The judge hurried out, and presently returned with a glass of water. The lady