"Would she ever forgive me if she guessed the harm I have done?" CHAPTER XXI. A HARVEST OF WOE. Devereaux's thoughts clung persistently to Liane. He could not shut away from his mind her haunting image. Pity blended with tenderness, as putting himself and his own disappointment aside, he gave himself up to thoughts of bettering her poverty-stricken life, so toilsome and lonely. He took up his pen and wrote feelingly to Edmund Clarke, telling him how and where he had found Liane again, and of his full belief in her purity and innocence, despite the cruel slanders circulating in Stonecliff, the work, no doubt, he said, of some jealous, unscrupulous enemy. He assured Mr. Clarke that he was ready to assist in any way he might suggest in bettering the fair young girl's hard lot in life. The letter was immediately posted, and went on its fateful way to fall into jealous Roma's hands and work a harvest of woe. Affairs at Cliffdene were already in a critical stage, and it wanted but this letter to fan the smoldering flames into devastating fury. Mr. Clarke, impatient of his lingering convalescence, had taken a decisive step toward recovering his lost daughter. He had written a letter summoning old Doctor Jay, of Brookline, on a visit, and he had explained it to his wife by pretending he wished to avail himself of the old man's medical skill. Doctor Jay was the physician who had attended Mrs. Clarke when her daughter was born, and he received a warm welcome at Cliffdene, a guest whom all delighted to honor; all, at least, but Roma, who immediately conceived an unaccountable aversion to the old man, perhaps because his little hazel-gray eyes peered at her so curiously through his glasses beneath his bushy gray eyebrows. There was something strange in his intent scrutiny, so coldly curious, instead of kindly, as she had a right to expect, and she said pettishly to her mother: "I detest Doctor Jay. I hope he is not going to stay long." "Oh, no, I suppose not, but I am very fond of Doctor Jay. He was very kind and sympathetic to me at a time of great suffering and trouble," Mrs. Clarke replied so warmly that she aroused Roma's curiosity. "Tell me all about it," she exclaimed. Mrs. Clarke had never been able to recall that time without suffering, but she impulsively told Roma the whole story, never dreamed of until now, of the loss of her infant and its mysterious restoration at the last moment, when her life was sinking away hopelessly into eternity. Roma listened with startled attention, and she began to ask questions that her mother found impossible to answer. "Who had stolen away the babe, and by what agency had it been restored?" demanded Roma. Mrs. Clarke could not satisfy her curiosity. The subject was so painful her husband would never discuss it with her, she declared, adding that Roma must not think of it any more, either.