girl；　whose　troubles　are　all　to　come。　Do　you　call　her　pretty？　Do
  you　feel　interested　in　her？〃
  The　sorrow　and　pity　in　his　face　answered　for　him。
  Quietly　sleeping；　the　poor　baby　rested　on　her　mother's　bosom。　Was
  the　heart　of　the　murderess　softened　by　the　divine　influence　of
  maternal　love？　The　hands　that　held　the　child　trembled　a　little。
  For　the　first　time　it　seemed　to　cost　her　an　effort　to　compose
  herself；　before　she　could　speak　to　the　Minister　again。
  〃When　I　die　to…morrow；〃　she　said；　〃I　leave　my　child　helpless　and
  friendlessdisgraced　by　her　mother's　shameful　death。　The
  workhouse　may　take　heror　a　charitable　asylum　may　take　her。〃　She
  paused；　a　first　tinge　of　color　rose　on　her　pale　face；　she　broke
  into　an　outburst　of　rage。　〃Think　of　_my_　daughter　being　brought
  up　by　charity！　She　may　suffer　poverty；　she　may　be　treated　with
  contempt；　she　may　be　employed　by　brutal　people　in　menial　work。　I
  can't　endure　it；　it　maddens　me。　If　she　is　not　saved　from　that
  wretched　fate；　I　shall　die　despairing；　I　shall　die　cursing〃
  The　Minister　sternly　stopped　her　before　she　could　say　the　next
  word。　To　my　astonishment　she　appeared　to　be　humbled；　to　be　even
  ashamed：　she　asked　his　pardon：　〃Forgive　me；　I　won't　forget　myself
  again。　They　tell　me　you　have　no　children　of　your　own。　Is　that　a
  sorrow　to　you　and　your　wife？〃
  Her　altered　tone　touched　him。　He　answered　sadly　and　kindly：　〃It
  is　the　one　sorrow　of　our　lives。〃
  The　purpose　which　she　had　been　keeping　in　view　from　the　moment
  when　the　Minister　entered　her　cell　was　no　mystery　now。　Ought　I　to
  have　interfered？　Let　me　confess　a　weakness；　unworthy　perhaps　of
  my　office。　I　was　so　sorry　for　the　childI　hesitated。
  My　silence　encouraged　the　mother。　She　advanced　to　the　Minister
  with　the　sleeping　infant　in　her　arms。
  〃I　daresay　you　have　sometimes　thought　of　adopting　a　child？〃　she
  said。　〃Perhaps　you　can　guess　now　what　I　had　in　my　mind；　when　I
  asked　if　you　would　consent　to　a　sacrifice？　Will　you　take　this
  wretched　innocent　little　creature　home　with　you？〃　She　lost　her
  self…possession　once　more。　〃A　motherless　creature　to…morrow；〃　she
  burst　out。　〃Think　of　that。〃
  God　knows　how　I　still　shrunk　from　it！　But　there　was　no
  alternative　now；　I　was　bound　to　remember　my　duty　to　the　excellent
  man；　whose　critical　position　at　that　moment　was；　in　some　degree
  at　least；　due　to　my　hesitation　in　asserting　my　authority。　Could　I
  allow　the　Prisoner　to　presume　on　his　compassionate　nature；　and　to
  hurry　him　into　a　decision　which；　in　his　calmer　moments；　he　might
  find　reason　to　regret？　I　spoke　to　_him。_　Does　the　man　live
  whohaving　to　say　what　I　had　to　saycould　have　spoken　to　the
  doomed　mother？
  〃I　am　sorry　to　have　allowed　this　to　go　on；〃　I　said。　〃In　justice
  to　yourself；　sir；　don't　answer！〃
  She　turned　on　me　with　a　look　of　fury。
  〃He　shall　answer；〃　she　cried。
  I　saw；　or　thought　I　saw；　signs　of　yielding　in　his　face。　〃Take
  time；〃　I　persisted〃take　time　to　consider　before　you　decide。〃
  She　stepped　up　to　me。
  〃Take　time？〃　she　repeated。　〃Are　you　inhuman　enough　to　talk　of
  time；　in　my　presence？〃
  She　laid　the　sleeping　child　on　her　bed；　and　fell　on　her　knees
  before　the　Minister：　〃I　promise　to　hear　your　exhortationsI
  promise　to　do　all　a　woman　can　to　believe　and　repent。　Oh；　I　know
  myself！　My　heart；　once　hardened；　is　a　heart　that　no　human
  creature　can　touch。　The　one　way　to　my　better　natureif　I　have　a
  better　natureis　through　that　poor　babe。　Save　her　from　the
  workhouse！　Don't　let　them　make　a　pauper　of　her！〃　She　sank
  prostrate　at　his　feet；　and　beat　her　hands　in　frenzy　on　the　floor。
  〃You　want　to　save　my　guilty　soul；〃　she　reminded　him　furiously。
  〃There's　but　one　way　of　doing　it。　Save　my　child！〃
  He　raised　her。　Her　fierce　tearless　eyes　questioned　his　face　in　a
  mute　expectation　dreadful　to　see。　Suddenly；　a　foretaste　of
  deaththe　death　that　was　so　near　now！struck　her　with　a
  shivering　fit：　her　head　dropped　on　the　Minister's　shoulder。　Other
  men　might　have　shrunk　from　the　contact　of　it。　That　true　Christian
  let　it　rest。
  Under　the　maddening　sting　of　suspense；　her　sinking　energies
  rallied　for　an　instant。　In　a　whisper；　she　was　just　able　to　put
  the　supreme　question　to　him。
  〃Yes？　or　No？〃
  He　answered：　〃Yes。〃
  A　faint　breath　of　relief；　just　audible　in　the　silence；　told　me
  that　she　had　heard　him。　It　was　her　last　effort。　He　laid　her；
  insensible；　on　the　bed；　by　the　side　of　her　sleeping　child。　〃Look
  at　them；〃　was　all　he　said　to　me；　〃how　could　I　refuse？〃
  CHAPTER　V。
  MISS　CHANCE　ASSERTS　HERSELF。
  THE　services　of　our　medical　officer　were　required；　in　order　to
  hasten　the　recovery　of　the　Prisoner's　senses。
  When　the　Doctor　and　I　left　the　cell　together；　she　was　composed；
  and　ready　（in　the　performance　of　her　promise）　to　listen　to　the
  exhortations　of　the　Minister。　The　sleeping　child　was　left
  undisturbed；　by　the　mother's　desire。　If　the　Minister　felt　tempted
  to　regret　what　he　had　done；　there　was　the　artless　influence　which
  would　check　him！　As　we　stepped　into　the　corridor；　I　gave　the
  female　warder　her　instructions　to　remain　on　the　watch；　and　to
  return　to　her　post　when　she　saw　the　Minister　come　out。
  In　the　meantime；　my　companion　had　walked　on　a　little　way。
  Possessed　of　ability　and　experience　within　the　limits　of　his
  profession；　he　was　in　other　respects　a　man　with　a　crotchety　mind；
  bold　to　the　verge　of　recklessness　in　the　expression　of　his
  opinion；　and　possessed　of　a　command　of　language　that　carried
  everything　before　it。　Let　me　add　that　he　was　just　and　merciful　in
  his　intercourse　with　others；　and　I　shall　have　summed　him　up
  fairly　enough。　When　I　joined　him　he　seemed　to　be　absorbed　in
  reflection。
  〃Thinking　of　the　Prisoner？〃　I　said。
  〃Thinking　of　what　is　going　on；　at　this　moment；　in　the　condemned
  cell；〃　he　answered；　〃and　wondering　if　any　good　will　come　of　it。〃
  I　was　not　without　hope　of　a　good　result；　and　I　said　so。
  The　Doctor　disagreed　with　me。　〃I　don't　believe　in　that　woman's
  penitence；〃　he　remarked；　〃and　I　look　upon　the　parson　as　a　poor
  weak　creature。　What　is　to　become　of　the　child？〃
  There　was　no　reason　for　concealing　from　one　of　my　colleagues　the
  benevolent　decision；　on　the　part　of　the　good　Minister；　of　which　I
  had　been　a　witness。　The　Doctor　listened　to　me　with　the　first
  appearance　of　downright　astonishment　that　I　had　ever　observed　in
  his　face。　When　I　had　done；　he　made　an　extraordinary　reply：
  〃Governor；　I　retract　what　I　said　of　the　parson　just　now。　He　is
  one　of　the　boldest　men　that　ever　stepped　into　a　pulpit。〃
  Was　the　doctor　in　e　arnest？　Strongly　in　earnest；　there　could　be
  no　doubt　of　it。　Before　I　could　ask　him　what　he　meant；　he　was
  called　away　to　a　patient　on　the　other　side　of　the　prison。　When　we
  parted　at　the　door　of　my　room；　I　made　it　a　request　that　my
  medical　friend　would　return　to　me　and　explain　what　he　had　just
  said。
  〃Considering　that　you　are　the　governor　of　a　prison；〃　he　replied；
  〃you　are　a　singularly　rash　man。　If　I　come　back；　how　do　you　know　I
  shall　not　bore　you？〃
  〃My　rashness　runs　the　risk　of　that；〃　I　rejoined。
  〃Tell　me　something；　before　I　allow　you　to　run　your　risk；〃　he
  said。　〃Are　you　one　of　those　people　who　think　that　the　tempers　of
  children　are　formed　by　the　accidental　influences　which　happen　to
  be　about　them？　Or　do　you　agree　with　me　that　the　tempers　of
  children　are　inherited　from　their　parents？〃
  The　Doctor　（as　I　concluded）　was　still　strongly　impressed　by　the
  Minister's　resolution　to　adopt　a　child　whose　wicked　mother　had
  committed　the　most　atrocious　of　all　crimes。　Was　some　serious
  foreboding　in　secret　possession　of　his　mind？　My　curiosity　to　hear
  him　was　now　increased　tenfold。　I　replied　without　hesitation：
  〃I　agree　with　you。〃
  He　looked　at　me　with　his　sense　of　humor　twinkling　in　his　eyes。
  〃Do　you　know　I　rather　expected　that　answer？〃　he　said；　slyly。　〃All
  right。　I'll　come　back。〃
  Left　by　myself；　I　took　up　the　day's　newspaper。
  My　attention　wandered；　my　thoughts　were　in　the　cell　with　the
  Minister　and　the　Prisoner。　How　would　it　end？　Sometimes；　I　was
  inclined　to　doubt　with　the　Doctor。　Sometimes；　I　took　refuge　in　my
  own　more　hopeful　view。　These　idle　reflections　were　agreeably
  interrupted　by　the　appearance　of　my　friend；　the　Chaplain。
  〃You　are　always　welcome；〃　I　said；　〃and　doubly　welcome　just　now。　I
  am　feeling　a　little　worried　and　anxious。〃
  〃And　you　are　naturally；〃　the　Chaplain　added；　not　at　all　disposed
  to　receive　a　stranger？〃
  〃Is　the　stranger　a　friend　of　yours？〃　I　asked。
  〃Oh；　no！　Having　occasion；　just　now；　to　go　into　the　waiting…room；
  I　found　a　young　woman　there；　who　asked　me　if　she　could　see　you。
  She　thinks　you　have　forgotten　her；　and　she　is　tired　of　waiting。　I
  merely　undertook；　of　course；　to　mention　what　she　had　said　to　me。〃
  The　nurse　having　been　in　this　way　recalled　to　my　memory；　I　felt
  some　little　interest　in　seeing　her；　after　what　had　passed　in　the
  cell。　In　plainer　words；　I　was　desirous　of　judging　for　myself
  whether　she　deserved　the　hostile　feeling　which　the　Prisoner　had
  shown　toward　her。　I　thanked　the　Chaplain　before　he　left　me；　and
  gave　the　servant　the　necessary　instructions。　When　she　entered　the
  room；　I　looked　at　the　woman　attentively　for　the　first　time。
  Youth　and　a　fine　complexion；　a　well…made　figure　and　a　natural
  grace　of　movementthese　were　her　personal　attractions；