"`No--no,' cried cousin Kate, and her voice altered terribly, so that I was alarmed, though I could do nothing but gaze up in the wild face before me, for now a change came over it. `No,' she cried, `the poor girl could do nothing but sit and weep, and feel her broken heart beat-- beat--beat, in its own prison, wearing itself out till--till she died, and--Oh, Frank! Frank! what have we done that we should suffer this?' "I leaped up to throw my arms round her, while my sisters shrank away alarmed; for cousin Kate turned from us with a bitter wail, buried her face in her hands, and threw herself half over the arm of the old garden-seat, sobbing in a wild hysterical way, such as I had never seen before. `Kate, dear cousin Kate,' I sobbed; but even as I spoke there was a hasty step on the gravel, the bushes were dashed aside, and the shadow of a tall man was cast over us. "`Kate--darling!' he cried, catching her in his arms, as I was thrust rudely aside, `I am innocent and free.' "She did not hear him, for she gave a faint gasp and sank back insensible. "We three girls were almost stunned; but we saw the tall, thin, pale-looking stranger hastily lift poor Kate from the seat, and literally run with her to the house, while we followed more slowly. "As we reached the porch it was to meet papa running out, and in a very short time he returned with the doctor. But this doctor was the wrong one; the right one had come to us at the garden-seat, and it was his words that brought dear cousin Kate back to life, and in the course of a few months to health. "For Frank Roberts was reinstated in the Government offices from which he fell--in a higher post, one which gave him the confidence of the chief officials; while the man through whose treachery poor Frank had suffered a year and a half before, died confessing that he had been the guilty party alone. "Oh! those happy days when the roses were coming back day by day into cousin Kate's cheek, and when Frank, who was down at the old place every Saturday to stay till Monday, used to be sent to play and romp with us girls. I can hardly believe that twenty years have glided by since then, but so it is; and to this day we call dear old grey-whiskered Frank, `Kate's Prince.'" "You never told me, Mary," I said, "how it was that you came to be with Madame." "Did I not?" she said. "Oh, it was the old story--misfortunes at home, and the determination to go out into the world and try to earn my own living, so as to cease to be a burden upon my parents. It is a good thing that efforts are being made to find work for women." "Yes," I said, "it has been a vexed question for years, and it comes very hard upon us, that there are so few openings. Still matters are improving year by year, and I think we may venture to hope for better things ere long." CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. COBWEB'S FATHER.