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had so much as begun。
It was a relief when Owen' s quiet voice stole over the weary
silence； and pleaded for our attention to the occupation of the
night。
〃Number Six；〃 he said； 〃is the number that chance has left to
remain till the last。 The manuscript to which it refers is not；
as you may see； in my handw riting。 It consists entirely of
passages from the Diary of a poor hard…working girlpassages
which tell an artless story of love and friendship in humble
life。 When that story has come to an end； I may inform you how I
became possessed of it。 If I did so now； I should only forestall
one important part of the interest of the narrative。 I have made
no attempt to find a striking title for it。 It is called； simply
and plainly； after the name of the writer of the Diarythe Story
of Anne Rodway。〃
In the short pause that Owen made before he began to read； I
listened anxiously for the sound of a traveler's approach
outside。 At short intervals； all through the story； I listened
and listened again。 Still； nothing caught my ear but the trickle
of the rain and the rush of the sweeping wind through the valley；
sinking gradually lower and lower as the night advanced。
BROTHER OWEN'S STORY
of
ANNE RODWAY。
＇TAKEN FROM HER DIARY。＇
* * * MARCH 3d； 1840。 A long letter today from Robert； which
surprised and vexed me so that I have been sadly behindhand with
my work ever since。 He writes in worse spirits than last time；
and absolutely declares that he is poorer even than when he went
to America； and that he has made up his mind to come home to
London。
How happy I should be at this news； if he only returned to me a
prosperous man！ As it is； though I love him dearly； I cannot look
forward to the meeting him again； disappointed and broken down；
and poorer than ever； without a feeling almost of dread for both
of us。 I was twenty…six last birthday and he was thirty…three；
and there seems less chance now than ever of our being married。
It is all I can do to keep myself by my needle； and his
prospects； since he failed in the small stationery business three
years ago； are worse； if possible； than mine。
Not that I mind so much for myself； women； in all ways of life；
and especially in my dressmaking way； learn； I think； to be more
patient than men。 What I dread is Robert's despondency； and the
hard struggle he will have in this cruel city to get his bread；
let alone making money enough to marry me。 So little as poor
people want to set up in housekeeping and be happy together； it
seems hard that they can't get it when they are honest and
hearty； and willing to work。 The clergyman said in his sermon
last Sunday evening that all things were ordered for the best；
and we are all put into the stations in life that are properest
for us。 I suppose he was right； being a very clever gentleman who
fills the church to crowding； but I think I should have
understood him better if I had not been very hungry at the time；
in consequence of my own station in life being nothing but plain
needlewoman。
March 4th。 Mary Mallinson came down to my room to take a cup of
tea with me。 I read her bits of Robert's letter； to show her
that； if she has her troubles； I have mine too； but I could not
succeed in cheering her。 She says she is born to misfortune； and
that； as long back as she can remember； she has never had the
least morsel of luck to be thankful for。 I told her to go and
look in my glass； and to say if she had nothing to be thankful
for then； for Mary is a very pretty girl； and would look still
prettier if she could be more cheerful and dress neater。 However；
my compliment did no good。 She rattled her spoon impatiently in
her tea…cup； and said； 〃If I was only as good a hand at
needle…work as you are； Anne； I would change faces with the
ugliest girl in London。〃 〃Not you！〃 says I； laughing。 She looked
at me for a moment； and shook her head； and was out of the room
before I could get up and stop her。 She always runs off in that
way when she is going to cry； having a kind of pride about
letting other people see her in tears。
March 5th。 A fright about Mary。 I had not seen her all day； as
she does not work at the same place where I do； and in the
evening she never came down to have tea with me； or sent me word
to go to her； so； just before I went to bed； I ran upstairs to
say good…night。
She did not answer when I knocked； and when I stepped softly in
the room I saw her in bed； asleep； with her work not half done；
lying about the room in the untidiest way。 There was nothing
remarkable in that； and I was just going away on tiptoe； when a
tiny bottle and wine…glass on the chair by her bedside caught my
eye。 I thought she was ill and had been taking physic； and looked
at the bottle。 It was marked in large letters；
〃LaudanumPoison。〃
My heart gave a jump as if it was going to fly out of me。 I laid
hold of her with both hands； and shook her with all my might。 She
was sleeping heavily； and woke slowly； as it seemed to mebut
still she did wake。 I tried to pull her out of bed； having heard
that people ought to be always walked up and down when they have
taken laudanum but she resisted； and pushed me away violently。
〃Anne！〃 says she； in a fright。 〃For gracious sake； what's come to
you！ Are you out of your senses？〃
〃Oh； Mary！ Mary！〃 says I； holding up the bottle before her； 〃if I
hadn't come in when I did〃 And I laid hold of her to shake her
again。
She looked puzzled at me for a momentthen smiled （the first
time I had seen her do so for many a long day）then put her arms
round my neck。
〃Don't be frightened about me； Anne；〃 she says； 〃I am not worth
it； and there is no need。〃
〃No need！〃 says I； out of breath〃no need； when the bottle has
got Poison marked on it！〃
〃Poison； dear； if you take it all；〃 says Mary； looking at me very
tenderly； 〃and a night's rest if you only take a little。〃
I watched her for a moment； doubtful whether I ought to believe
what she said or to alarm the house。 But there was no sleepiness
now in her eyes； and nothing drowsy in her voice； and she sat up
in bed quite easily； without anything to support her。
〃You have given me a dreadful fright； Mary；〃 says I； sitting down
by her in the chair； and beginning by this time to feel rather
faint after being startled so。
She jumped out of bed to get me a drop of water； and kissed me；
and said how sorry she was； and how undeserving of so much
interest being taken in her。 At the same time； she tried to
possess herself of the laudanum bottle which I still kept cuddled
up tight in my own hands。
〃No；〃 says I。 〃You have got into a low…spirited； despairing way。
I won't trust you with it。〃
〃I am afraid I can't do without it；〃 says Mary； in her usual
quiet； hopeless voice。 〃What with work that I can't get through
as I ought； and troubles that I can't help thinking of； sleep
won't come to me unless I take a few drops out of that bottle。
Don't keep it away from me； Anne； it's the only thing in the
world that makes me forget myself。〃
〃Forget yourself！〃 says I。 〃You have no right to talk in that
way； at your age。 There's something horrible in the notion of a
girl of