Beyond him, in the range of her vision, was the window looking toward the garden, and between the bushes of lilac and guelder-roses, Patty had a swift vision of a tall woman, robed in black, a thin white face, looking eagerly into the cheerful farm-kitchen. She leaped to her feet. But the vision had faded; only the wind swept the wet lilac boughs against the pane, only the guelder-roses looked like tall, dark, draped forms in the stormy night. "What is it?" said Mark, as she started. "Nothing," said the wife; "little Mattie sleeps; I must carry her up to bed." She chided herself for her fancies. "Nothing!" said Mark. "I have become nervous and womanish with my misery. Do you know, Patty, even now I keep looking for some one or something to come and save me." "It is never too late," said Patty. "Heaven could save you now--save you even by so frail a thing as this baby child." She passed to the upper room, and left Mark still in his misery hastily retracing his past, in gloomy thought. Patty returned and stood wistfully, her hand on his arm. "Don't despond, Mark. We are young, strong, loving. We will give honest work for honest bread." "It is not right for the innocent to perish with the guilty," cried Mark, vehemently; "for you and baby Mattie to perish with me." "You are not perishing, and how have you been guilty." "I seem to have been guilty, somehow, all along. My father left me this farm in fairly good order, the lease for my life and one after me. I could not rest content. I must improve the land, and improve the outbuildings, and improve the breed of my cattle and sheep, like a fool." "No, like neither a knave nor a fool; like an enterprising farmer, wanting to improve his prospects and grow with the age. Did not the Duke of Downsbury say you were one of his best tenants, and that you were a pattern of good farming and industry?" "And then," said Mark, intent on saying bitter things of himself, "I had a thousand pounds, my father's savings, and instead of leaving it where he placed it, at safe, low interest, I must let the men of the great new Bank of Downsbury persuade me to give all to them for big interest; and that bubble burst, the bank collapsed, swindled every one, and left me nothing." "No blame to you, and you were left your good name. Are you not known, in all the country, as Honest Mark Brace?" "I must be a scoundrel some way, Patty, to have such luck." "Go on and tell your sins," said Patty. "You married a girl without money, Patty Leslie by name; you took care of her widowed mother till she died; and you were so foolish as to have a little girl-child, who can only eat and not earn." "Heaven bless her and you!" said Mark. "Marrying the best wife in the world was about the only good deed I ever did----What do you start that way for again, Patty?" "Hark! I heard such a strange noise--a pitiful wail."