A nature that would never prove false to a trust,
but if unjustly suspected, would turn to the very thing of which it
stood accused.
The next morning Amy did not appear at breakfast and the mother went
to her room; while Mr. Goodrich, impatient at the delay, stood with
angry eyes awaiting their appearance.
Frank came in. "Good morning, father," he said, glancing about with
an assumed expression of surprise. "Where is Amy and mother? I thought
I heard the bell."
Adam grunted some reply and the son picked up a week-old daily and
pretended to be deeply interested. Suddenly a piercing scream reached
their ears, and a sound as of someone falling. With an exclamation of
alarm, Mr. Goodrich, followed by his son, hurried from the dining-room
and ran upstairs. The door of Amy's apartment was open, and just inside
prone upon the floor, lay Mrs. Goodrich, holding in her hand a piece
of paper. Adam, with the help of his son, lifted his wife and laid her
upon the bed, which they noticed had not been occupied. For an instant
the two stood looking into each other's face without a word, and then
the older man said, "We must take care of mother first. Call Dr.
Gleason."
Under the advice of the physician, who soon came in answer to Frank's
telephone call, Mrs. Goodrich was removed to her own room, and in a
short time regained consciousness, but fell to moaning and sobbing,
"Oh, Amy--Amy--my poor child--my baby girl--what have you done? I never
thought that you would do a thing like this.
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