I　stop　here？〃
  Besides　the　natural　compassion　and　sadness　moved　in　his　heart　by
  what　he　heard；　Isaac　felt　within　him　some　mysterious　influence　at
  work　all　the　time　the　woman　was　speaking　which　utterly　confused
  his　ideas　and　almost　deprived　him　of　his　powers　of　speech。　All
  that　he　could　say　in　answer　to　her　last　reckless　words　was　that
  he　would　prevent　her　from　attempting　her　own　life；　if　he　followed
  her　about　all　night　to　do　it。　His　rough；　trembling　earnestness
  seemed　to　impress　her。
  〃I　won't　occasion　you　that　trouble；〃　she　answered；　when　he
  repeated　his　threat。　〃You　have　given　me　a　fancy　for　living　by
  speaking　kindly　to　me。　No　need　for　the　mockery　of　protestations
  and　promises。　You　may　believe　me　without　them。　Come　to　Fuller's
  Meadow　to…morrow　at　twelve；　and　you　will　find　me　alive；　to　answer
  for　myselfNo　！no　money。　My　ninepence　will　do　to　get　me　as
  good　a　night's　lodging　as　I　want。〃
  She　nodded　and　left　him。　He　made　no　attempt　to　followhe　felt　no
  suspicion　that　she　was　deceiving　him。
  〃It's　strange；　but　I　can't　help　believing　her；〃　he　said　to
  himself；　and　walked　away；　bewildered；　toward　home。
  On　entering　the　house；　his　mind　was　still　so　completely　absorbed
  by　its　new　subject　of　interest　that　he　took　no　notice　of　what　his
  mother　was　doing　when　he　came　in　with　the　bottle　of　medicine。　She
  had　opened　her　old　writing…desk　in　his　absence；　and　was　now
  reading　a　paper　attentively　that　lay　inside　it。　On　every　birthday
  of　Isaac's　since　she　had　written　down　the　particulars　of　his
  dream　from　his　own　lips；　she　had　been　accustomed　to　read　that
  same　paper；　and　ponder　over　it　in　private。
  The　next　day　he　went　to　Fuller's　Meadow。
  He　had　done　only　right　in　believing　her　so　implicitly。　She　was
  there；　punctual　to　a　minute；　to　answer　for　herself。　The　last…left
  faint　defenses　in　Isaac's　heart　against　the　fascination　which　a
  word　or　look　from　her　began　inscrutably　to　exercise　over　him　sank
  down　and　vanished　before　her　forever　on　that　memorable　morning。
  When　a　man；　previously　insensible　to　the　influence　of　women；
  forms　an　attachment　in　middle　life；　the　instances　are　rare
  indeed；　let　the　warning　circumstances　be　what　they　may；　in　which
  he　is　found　capable　of　freeing　himself　from　the　tyranny　of　the
  new　ruling　passion。　The　charm　of　being　spoken　to　familiarly；
  fondly；　and　gratefully　by　a　woman　whose　language　and　manners
  still　retained　enough　of　their　early　refinement　to　hint　at　the
  high　social　station　that　she　had　lost；　would　have　been　a
  dangerous　luxury　to　a　man　of　Isaac's　rank　at　the　age　of　twenty。
  But　it　was　far　more　than　thatit　was　certain　ruin　to　himnow
  that　his　heart　was　opening　unworthily　to　a　new　influence　at　that
  middle　time　of　life　when　strong　feelings　of　all　kinds；　once
  implanted；　strike　root　most　stubbornly　in　a　man's　moral　nature。　A
  few　more　stolen　interviews　after　that　first　morning　in　Fuller's
  Meadow　completed　his　infatuation。　In　less　than　a　month　from　the
  time　when　he　first　met　her；　Isaac　Scatchard　had　consented　to　give
  Rebecca　Murdoch　a　new　interest　in　existence；　and　a　chance　of
  recovering　the　character　she　had　lost　by　promising　to　make　her
  his　wife。
  She　had　taken　possession；　not　of　his　passions　only；　but　of　his
  faculties　as　well。　All　the　mind　he　had　he　put　into　her　keeping。
  She　directed　him　on　every　pointeven　instructing　him　how　to
  break　the　news　of　his　approaching　marriage　in　the　safest　manner
  to　his　mother。
  〃If　you　tell　her　how　you　met　me　and　who　I　am　at　first；〃　said　the
  cunning　woman；　〃she　will　move　heaven　and　earth　to　prevent　our
  marriage。　Say　l　am　the　sister　of　one　of　your　fellow…servantsask
  her　to　see　me　before　you　go　into　any　more　particularsand　leave
  it　to　me　to　do　the　rest。　I　mean　to　make　her　love　me　next　best　to
  you；　Isaac；　before　she　knows　anything　of　who　I　really　am。〃　The
  motive　of　the　deceit　was　sufficient　to　sanctify　it　to　Isaac。　The
  stratagem　proposed　relieved　him　of　his　one　great　anxiety；　and
  quieted　his　uneasy　conscience　on　the　subject　of　his　mother。
  Still；　there　was　something　wanting　to　perfect　his　happiness；
  something　that　he　could　not　realize；　something　mysteriously
  untraceable；　and　yet　something　that　perpetually　made　itself　felt；
  not　when　he　was　absent　from　Rebecca　Murdoch；　but；　strange　to　say；
  when　he　was　actually　in　her　presence！　She　was　kindness　itself
  with　him。　She　never　made　him　feel　his　inferior　capacities　and
  inferior　manners。　She　showed　the　sweetest　anxiety　to　please　him
  in　the　smallest　trifles；　but；　in　spite　of　all　these　attractions；
  he　never　could　feel　quite　at　his　ease　with　her。　At　their　first
  meeting；　there　had　mingled　with　his　admiration；　when　he　looked　in
  her　face；　a　faint；　involuntary　feeling　of　doubt　whether　that　face
  was　entirely　strange　to　him。　No　after　familiarity　had　the
  slightest　effect　on　this　inexplicable；　wearisome　uncertainty。
  Concealing　the　truth　as　he　had　been　directed；　he　announced　his
  marriage　engagement　precipitately　and　confusedly　to　his　mother　on
  the　day　when　he　contracted　it。　Poor　Mrs。　Scatchard　showed　her
  perfect　confidence　in　her　son　by　flinging　her　arms　round　his
  neck；　and　giving　him　joy　of　having　found　at　last；　in　the　sister
  of　one　of　his　fellow…servants；　a　woman　to　comfort　and　care　for
  him　after　his　mother　was　gone。　She　was　all　eagerness　to　see　the
  woman　of　her　son's　choice；　and　the　next　day　was　fixed　for　the
  introduction。
  It　was　a　bright　sunny　morning；　and　the　little　cottage　parlor　was
  full　of　light　as　Mrs。　Scatchard；　happy　and　expectant；　dressed　for
  the　occasion　in　her　Sunday　gown；　sat　waiting　for　her　son　and　her
  future　daughter…in…law。
  Punctual　to　the　appointed　time；　Isaac　hurriedly　and　nervously　led
  his　promised　wife　into　the　room。　His　mother　rose　to　receive
  heradvanced　a　few　steps；　smilinglooked　Rebecca　full　in　the
  eyes；　and　suddenly　stopped。　Her　face；　which　had　been　flushed　the
  moment　before；　turned　white　in　an　instant；　her　eyes　lost　their
  expression　of　softness　and　kindness；　and　assumed　a　blank　look　of
  terror；　her　outstretched　hands　fell　to　her　sides；　and　she
  staggered　back　a　few　steps　with　a　low　cry　to　her　son。
  〃Isaac；〃　she　whispered；　clutching　him　fast　by　the　arm　when　he
  asked　alarmedly　if　she　was　taken　ill；　〃Isaac；　does　that　woman's
  face　remind　you　of　nothing？〃
  Before　he　could　answerbefore　he　could　look　round　to　where
  Rebecca　stood；　astonished　and　angered　by　her　reception；　at　the
  lower　end　of　the　room；　his　mother　pointed　impatiently　to　her
  writing…desk；　and　gave　him　the　key。
  〃Open　it；〃　she　said；　in　a　quick　breathless　whisper。
  〃What　does　this　mean？　Why　am　I　treated　as　if　I　had　no　business
  here？　Does　your　mother　want　to　insult　me？〃　asked　Rebecca；
  angrily。
  〃Open　it；　and　give　me　the　paper　in　the　left…hand　drawer。　Quick！
  quick；　for　Heaven's　sake！〃　said　Mrs。　Scatchard；　shrinking　further
  back　in　terror。
  Isaac　gave　her　the　paper。　She　looked　it　over　eagerly　for　a
  moment；　then　followed　Rebecca；　who　was　now　turning　away　haughtily
  to　leave　the　room；　and　caught　her　by　the　shoulderabruptly
  raised　the　long；　loose　sleeve　of　her　gown；　and　glanced　at　her
  hand　and　arm。　Something　like　fear　began　to　steal　over　the　angry
  expression　of　Rebecca's　face　as　she　shook　herself　free　from　the
  old　woman's　grasp。　〃Mad！〃　she　said　to　herself；　〃and　Isaac　never
  told　me。〃　With　these　few　words　she　left　the　room。
  Isaac　was　hastening　after　her　when　his　mother　turned　and　stopped
  his　further　progress。　It　wrung　his　heart　to　see　the　misery　and
  terror　in　her　face　as　she　looked　at　him。
  〃Light　gray　eyes；〃　she　said；　in　low；　mournful；　awe…struck　tones；
  pointing　toward　the　open　door；　〃a　droop　in　the　left　eyelid；
  flaxen　hair；　with　a　gold…yellow　streak　in　it；　white　arms；　with　a
  down　upon　them；　little　lady's　hand；　with　a　reddish　look　under　the
  finger　nailsThe　Dream…　Woman；　Isaac；　the　Dream…Woman！〃
  That　faint　cleaving　doubt　which　he　had　never　been　able　to　shake
  off　in　Rebecca　Murdoch's　presence　was　fatally　set　at　rest
  forever。　He　had　seen　her　face；　then；　beforeseven　years　before；
  on　his　birthday；　in　the　bedroom　of　the　lonely　inn。
  〃Be　warned！　oh；　my　son；　be　warned！　Isaac；　Isaac；　let　her　go；　and
  do　you　stop　with　me！〃
  Something　darkened　the　parlor　window　as　those　words　were　said。　A
  sudden　chill　ran　through　him；　and　he　glanced　sidelong　at　the
  shadow。　Rebecca　Murdoch　had　come　back。　She　was　peering　in
  curiously　at　them　over　the　low　window…blind。
  〃I　have　promised　to　marry；　mother；〃　he　said；　〃and　marry　I　must。〃
  The　tears　came　into　his　eyes　as　he　spoke　and　dimmed　his　sight；
  but　he　could　just　discern　the　fatal　face　outside　moving　away
  again　from　the　window。
  His　mother's　head　sank　lower。
  〃Are　you　faint？〃　he　whispered。
  〃Broken…hearted；　Isaac。〃
  He　stooped　down　and　kissed　her。　The　shadow；　as　he　did　so；
  returned　to　the　window；　and　the　fatal　face　peered　in　curiously
  once　more。
  CHAPTER　IV。
  THREE　weeks　after　that　day　Isaac　and　Rebecca　were　man　and　wife。
  All　that　was　hopelessly　dogged　and　stubborn　in　the　man's　moral
  nature　seemed　to　have　closed　round　his　fatal　passion；　and　to　have
  fixed　it　unassailably　in　his　heart。
  After　that　first　interview　in　the　cottage　parlor　no　consideration
  would　induce　Mrs。　Scatchard　to　see　her　son's　wife　again　or　even
  to　talk　of　her　when　Isaac　tried　hard　to　plead　her　cause　after
  their　marriage。
  This　course