Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 361: what you’re looking at

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oheeks at what seemed a grear wrong to her, for Hazel had been a great favorite with her as well as with Belle. ave “Certainly not,” returned Belle, spiritedly, “and I believe that there are two necklaces justalike, Don’t you understand? That was why Hazel was 80 ex- cited when she saw mamma's, I imagine that she belonged to some wealthy people who were ship wrecked, and it. was probably her father or her mother who put the jewels around her neck, hoping, if she was saved, that they might prove who she was, or, perhaps, help to support her if she never found her own friends. And now to think she must lose them and be arreste(| as a thief besides! oh, it is just dreadtul, and the worst of all is,l am afraid that everybody will believe just as the officer and mamina do. Earn afraid that they will Judge her guilty, and then—then——"" ~*~ : : Belle could get no further, but buried her face in her haudkerchief and cried as if her heart was breaking. Marie tried to comfort her, expressing the hope that Dr, Morton would be able to prove Hazel’s in- nocence.” ‘Howatrangely things get mixed up in this world!" she observed, thonghtfiully; ‘‘and some people have to suffer for the sins and wrongs which others com- iit. Maimina las taught me to believe that God rules all things. but sometimes it seems as if there was no ruling about it—as if things just happencd of theinselves, and that people who have the most 1oney always come out ahead, I know it isn't so, really—that in the end all will come out right, if we are only patient, only I feelas if Vd“‘like to help it on sometimes,’ Marie concluded, expressing what older and wiser heads feel. “Who—whal is God, any way? do yon really be- lieve there is such a being?" Belle asked, a puzzled expression on her youne fice. “Ohi, yes! I know there is.’ Marie replied, shocked atthe question; “everything would stop— everything would be chaos if there were not, Just, out y hand on your own heart, Belle, and tena eae