'I came to see John--Mr. Hallet, I mean, sir.' 'Thee knows John, then?' 'Oh! yes, sir.' 'Where does thee live?' She was about to say that she had no home, but checking herself, for it would seem strange that a young girl who knew John Hallet, should be homeless, she answered: 'In New-Hampshire. I live near old Mr. Hallet's, sir. I came to see John because I've known him ever since I was a child.' She drank of the water, and after a little time rose to go. As she turned toward the door, the thought of going out alone, with her great sorrow, into the wide, desolate world, crossed her mind, the heavy, crushing pain came again into her heart, the dull, dizzy feeling into her head, the room reeled, and she fell to the floor. It was after dark when she came to herself. She was lying on a bed in a large, splendidly furnished room, and the same old gentleman and the same young woman were with her. Another old gentleman was there, and as she opened her eyes, he said: 'She will be better soon; her nervous system has had a severe shock; the difficulty is there. If you could get her to confide in you, 'twould relieve her; it is _hidden_ grief that kills people. She needs rest, now. Come, my child, take this,' and he held a fluid to her lips. She drank it, and in a few moments sank into a deep slumber. It was late on the following morning when she awoke, and found the same young woman at her bedside. 'You are better, now, my sister. A few days of quiet rest will make you well,' said the young lady. The kind, loving words, almost the first she had ever heard from woman, went to her heart, and she wept bitterly as she replied: 'Oh! no, there is no rest, no more rest for me!' 'Why so? What is it that grieves you? Tell me; it will ease your pain to let me share it with you.' She told her, but she withheld his name. Once it rose to her lips, but she thought how those good people would despise him, how Mr. Russell would cast him off, how his prospects would be blasted, and she kept it back. 'And that is the reason you went to John? You knew what a good, Christian young man he is, and you thought he would aid you?' 'Yes!' said the sick girl. Thus she punished him for the great wrong he had done her; thus she recompensed him for robbing her of home, of honor, and of peace! Kate told her father the story, and the good old man gave her a room in one of his tenement houses, and there, a few months later, she gave birth to a little boy and girl. She was very sick, but Kate attended to her wants, procured her a nurse, and a physician, and gave her what she needed more than all else--kindness and sympathy.