She
recalled his words of cheer and comfort as he told her how he would win
in the battle of life, and make a home for her and their little one.
Then came the terrible news, followed by the fearful days and weeks of
struggle in her effort to earn a living as she carried her boy from
place to place. The memory was more than she could endure. Sinking
upon a chair, she buried her face in her hands and wept as she had not
wept in years. Outside the storm rolled away, and the moon rose big
and bright. The house was very still, but within her room Anna Royanna
sat alone through the long watches of the night. How could she sleep
in such a place, with so many conflicting emotions agitating her heart
and mind?
Mr. and Mrs. Royal both noticed that their guest was very pale when she
came down to breakfast.
"I am afraid you did not sleep well last night, dear," Mrs. Royal
remarked, as she gave her an affectionate kiss. "It must have been the
storm which disturbed you."
"I did not mind it," was the reply. "I have restless nights sometimes,
and last night was one of them. But I shall be all right presently."
Parson Dan said nothing to any one about the idea which had come to him
concerning the noted singer.
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