Flanagan came up stairs with a letter for me, that she said a strange
man left at the door for Mrs. Miller; and Mrs. Flanagan couldn't
describe him well, or understandingly; and it had no direction at all,
only the man inquired who was the landlord, and if Mrs. Miller had a
sick child, and then said the letter was for me; and there was no writing
inside the letter, but there was fifty dollars. That's all, sir. It gave
me a great shock, sir; and I couldn't think who sent it, only when you
came to-night, I thought it was you; but you said it wasn't, and I never
shall know who it was, now. It seems as if the hand of God was in it,
sir, for it came when everything was darkest and I was in despair."
"Why, Mrs. Miller," he slowly answered, "this is very mysterious. The
man inquired if I was the owner of the house--oh! no--he only inquired
who was--but then he knew I was the--oh! bother! I'm getting nowhere.
Let's see. Why, it must be some one you know, or that knows your
circumstances."
"But there's no one knows them but yourself; and I told you," she
replied; "no one else but the people in the house.
Pages:
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81