“Bring me that letter that Black Morris sent.”
As he turned over the crisp notes, and read the words accompanying them, he said,—
“Poor fellow! I don’t think he had a hand in it. I recollect his sprinkling cold water on my face and fanning me with his cap. At any rate he has sent back all he got, and if he’s guilty I forgive him, as God hath forgiven me.”
Lucy, who knew of the sad fate which had befallen Black Morris, a knowledge not yet imparted either to Kasper Crabtree or my readers, knelt by his side, took his hand in hers, and said,—
“Mr. Crabtree, God bless you for that word!”
“Aye, little one! and God bless you for ever and ever, for I have been entertaining an angel unawares!”
