There were spectres all around me--I trembled before the innocent, fled before the guilty.

The caresses of my child that died at my breast tortured me.

I felt as though my breath had withered and defiled it.
Every hour was full of misery--day and night there was a gnawing at my heart.

At last my mind gave way, and the justice of heaven struck him with death and me with madness!" Bertha paused an instant, quite exhausted, then again exerting herself, she said: "I do not ask you to forgive me--but forgive each other." "They have forgiven each other already," said Father Omehr.

"They are friends." "Friends ?" "The Lady Margaret reconciled them on her death-bed." "The Lady Margaret dead!" "She was buried this morning." "Yes," said Bertha, "it was to her funeral I was going.