. The Saturday evening post. f rent owing, and various other troubles,which were the sole inheritance they de-rived from William Heath. They wouldhave been helped of course; and the guard-ians would have done something. Thefact that nothing was done was the fault ofthe woman herself. She had told variousneighbors that she was going to her were her words. Precisely what theyconveyed to her I can only guess, for it ap-pears that she was an only child and anorphan. But yesterday evening, while wewere all at church, she seems to have takenboth children and gone down the hill to themi
. The Saturday evening post. f rent owing, and various other troubles,which were the sole inheritance they de-rived from William Heath. They wouldhave been helped of course; and the guard-ians would have done something. Thefact that nothing was done was the fault ofthe woman herself. She had told variousneighbors that she was going to her were her words. Precisely what theyconveyed to her I can only guess, for it ap-pears that she was an only child and anorphan. But yesterday evening, while wewere all at church, she seems to have takenboth children and gone down the hill to themilitary canal and drowned herself andthem. Good God! exclaimed Sir used to do that out there—a per-centage of them! The rector nodded and rang for tea. No use talking about it, he said. Buttell me, is it true—what we hear—that soonwe are to know you by another title? Yes, said Sir .Nicholas almost ab-sently. He drew a folded paper from hispocket, tore it in half and dropped it intothe grate. Yes, its true!. Mount McKlntcv THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 127
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