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headaches and heartaches innumerable had been cured there,- difficulties, spiri- tual and temporal, solved there,- all by one good, loving woman, God bless her! “And so thee still thinks of going to Canada, Eliza?” she said, as she was qui- etly looking over her peaches. “Yes, ma’am,” said Eliza, firmly. “I must go onward. I dare not stop.” “And what’ll thee do, when thee gets there? Thee must think about that, my daughter.” “My daughter,” came naturally from the lips of Rachel Halliday; for hers was just the face and form that made “mother” seem the most natural word in the world. Eliza’s hands trembled, and some tears fell on her fine work; but she an- swered, firmly, “I shall do-anything I can find. I hope I can find something.” “Thee knows thee can stay here, as long as thee pleases,” said Rachel. “O, thank you,” said Eliza, “but-” she pointed to Harry-“I can’t sleep nights; I can’t rest. Last night I dreamed I saw that man coming into the yard,” she said, shuddering. “Poor child!” said Rachel wiping her eyes; “but thee mustn’t feel so. The Lord hath ordered it so that never hath a fugitive been stolen from our village. I trust thine will not be the first.” |
