Chapter 14 THE NEW HOME.

"Yellow sheaves from rich Ceres the cottage had crowned,

Green rushes were strewed on the floor;

The casements sweet woodbine crept wantonly round,

And decked the sod-seats at the door."

-Cunningham.

With that last terrible denunciation on her lips, Ketura had fled from the room, from the house, out into the night.

Half delirious