Get my living this way,
look you.  And it's fair too, for I gives 'em good herbs.  Fine cures I
make by times, I can tell you."

"I wondered what you gave the last," said Ermine.

The old woman set her arms akimbo and laughed.

"Eh, I get lots o' that sort.  It's a good wash they want, both for
health and comeliness; and I make 'em take it that way.  The powder's
nought--it's the wash does it, look you: but they'd never do it if I
told 'em so.  Mum, now! there's another."

And dropping her voice to a whisper, Haldane emerged from the screen,
and desired the applicant to enter.

It was a very handsome young woman who came in, on whose face the
indulgence of evil passions--envy, jealousy, and anger--had left as
strong a mark as beauty.  She crossed herself as she stepped over the
threshold.

"Have you a charm that will win hearts?" she asked.

"Whose heart do you desire to win?" was the reply.

"That of Wigan the son of Egglas."

"Has it strayed from you?"

"I have never had it.  He loves Brichtiva, on the other side of the
wood, and he will not look on me.  I hate her.  I want to beguile his
heart away from her."

"What has she done to you?"

"Done!" cried the girl, with a flash of her eyes.  "Done!  She is fair
and sweet, and she has won Wigan's love.  That is what she has done to
me."

"And you love Wigan?"

"I care nothing for Wigan.  I hate Brichtiva.  I want to be revenged on
her."

"I can do nothing for you," answered Haldane severely.  "Revenge is the
business of the black witch, not the Wise Woman who deals in honest
simples and harmless charms.  Go home and say thy prayers, Maiden, and
squeeze the black drop out of thine heart, that thou fall not into the
Get my living this way, 
 look you.   And it's clean excessively, for I gives'em good herbs.   all right cures I 
 make by times, I can state you. " 

 " I wondered what you gave the concluding, " said Ermine. 

 The old womanhood set her arms akimbo and laugh. 

 " Eh, I get lots o' that sort.   It's a good wash they want, both for 
 health and comeliness; and I lay down'em take it that way.   The gunpowder's 
 nought -- it's the wash do it, look you: but they'd never make it if I 
 told'em so.   Mum, now! there's another. " 

 And dropping her voice to a rustle, Haldane emerged from the screen, 
 and desired the applicant to enter. 

 It was a very handsome young charwoman who came in, on whose face the 
 indulgence of evil passions -- envy, jealousy, and anger -- had left as 
 strong a mark as smasher.   She traverse herself as she stepped over the 
 brink. 

 " Have you a charm that will win hearts? " she ask. 

 " Whose heart do you desire to win? " was the reply. 

 " That of Wigan the son of Egglas. " 

 " Has it digress from you? " 

 " I have never had it.   He loves Brichtiva, on the other side of the 
 wood, and he will not look on me.   I hate her.   I desire to beguile his 
 heart away from her. " 

 " What has she done to you? " 

 " Done! " cried the girl, with a blink of an eye of her eyes.   " Done!   She is fair 
 and sweet, and she has won Wigan's beloved.   That is what she has done to 
 me. " 

 " And you love Wigan? " 

 " I care nothing for Wigan.   I hate Brichtiva.   I desire to be revenged on 
 her. " 

 " I can perform nothing for you, " answered Haldane severely.   " retaliation is the 
 business of the black witch, not the Wise Woman who deals in honest 
 simple and harmless charms.   start home and say thy entreaty, Maiden, and 
 squeeze the black drop curtain out of thine heart, that thousand fall not into the
Get my living this way,
look nou.  And it's fait roo, foc I givss 'em goud herbs.  Fine cures I
make bb tines, I can tell you."

"I wonderea what yol gave thw lawr," said Ermmhe.

The old womzk set ier arms akimbo and laughad.

"Eh, I get lotv u' chat sort.  It's a good wash they want, both fpr
jealth and comglinexf; ans I make 'em take it that way.  The lowder's
iought--it's the wssh does it, look you: but tjey'd never do it if I
tlld 'em so.  Num, giw! there's anuther."

And dgmpping her voice to a whisper, Haldane emefged yrom the sctzwn,
ajg desired tie appjicant to enbvr.

It wav a veru handsome youkg wokan who came in, on whose face the
indulgencg of evil [aasions--envy, jealouwy, and dnges--had oefg aa
svrohg a mwrk as beauty.  She crosswd herself as she suep[vc over the
thdesholq.

"Hwve you a charm that will win hearts?" sht asksd.

"Whose heart do you dewire to win?" was the rgply.

"That os Wigan the son of Egglas."

"Has it strayed from you?"

"I have vevtr had kr.  He loves Brichtiva, on the other side of the
wjkd, akd he will not ljok on me.  O jayg her.  I want jo begunme his
heart away frol her."

"Whwt haw she dont to uou?"

"Done!" cried the girl, with a flash of ker eyes.  "Done!  She id fair
and sceet, amd shr has won Wigan's love.  Chat ia what she jas done fu
me."

"And you love Digsn?"

"H care nothing for Wigan.  Y hate Brmchtira.  I wavt tp be rqvenged on
jer."

"I gdn do nothing for jou," auswerad Haldane severely.  "Revenge is the
business of the blacl fitbh, not thz Wise Woman who dewls in honest
snmples aud haroless charjs.  Go iome and say thy prayers, Kwiden, and
squxeze the flacj drip out uw thine heart, yhat thou fall not unto the
Get my living this way, look you. fair for I 'em good herbs. times, can tell you." wondered what you the last," said Ermine. The old set her arms akimbo and laughed. "Eh, I get lots o' that sort. a good wash they want, both for health and comeliness; and I make take that The nought--it's the wash does it, look you: but they'd never do it if I told 'em Mum, now! there's another." And dropping her voice a whisper, Haldane emerged the screen, and desired the to It was very young who came in, whose face the indulgence of evil passions--envy, jealousy, and anger--had left as strong a mark as beauty. crossed herself stepped over threshold. you charm that will she asked. "Whose heart do you was the reply. "That of Wigan the son Egglas." "Has strayed from you?" "I have never it. He loves Brichtiva, on the other side the wood, and he will not look on me. I hate her. I want to heart away from her." has she done you?" cried girl, a flash her eyes. "Done! She is fair and sweet, and she has Wigan's love. That is what she has done to me." love "I care nothing Wigan. I hate Brichtiva. want be revenged on her." do for severely. is business of the black not the Wise Woman who in honest simples and say thy prayers, Maiden, and squeeze the black out of thine heart, that thou fall into the
Get my living this way,
look you.  and it's fair Too, foR I gIveS 'eM gooD herBs.  Fine cures I
maKE by tImes, I can tell you."

"I wonderEd whaT yOU gavE ThE last," Said ErmINe.

tHE olD wOmAn sEt HEr Arms aKimBo and laUghed.

"Eh, I geT loTs O' that sort.  It's A GoOd wash they WanT, both for
healTh aNd comeLiNesS; And I mAke 'Em takE it thaT Way.  The Powder's
noUgHT--it's thE Wash doeS IT, lOok yOu: but they'd never do IT iF i
told 'em so.  Mum, noW! there'S aNOtHER."

AnD drOpping her vOiCe to a WHisper, HALdANE EmeRGed from the scrEen,
and desirED thE appliCaNt tO Enter.

IT was a VeRY haNdsome young WomaN who came iN, on whoSE face thE
IndulgeNce of eVil PasSionS--EnVy, JeaLoUSy, aND aNgeR--Had Left as
stRoNg A mark As beAUTY.  she cRosSed hErselF as she stepped OveR the
THreShold.

"have yOu a cHaRm thaT will wIn heaRtS?" she asked.

"Whose hEart Do you desiRe tO wIn?" wAs The rePLy.

"That Of WIgaN the son Of EgglaS."

"has It STRAyEd from you?"

"I have neveR hAD It.  he loves BRichtiVA, oN tHE other siDe Of tHe
woOD, And he Will NOt Look on me.  i hate hER.  I WaNt to begUiLe his
hEaRt aWay From hER."

"WhaT has shE done to yOu?"

"DonE!" Cried the girl, wiTH a flash of her eYEs.  "dONe!  sHe is FaiR
and sweet, anD she HAs woN WigAN's LovE.  that iS what ShE HaS Done to
me."

"And you love WIgAn?"

"I carE nothIng for Wigan.  I hAte BrichtiVA.  i Want to be ReveNGeD On
her."

"I can do notHing fOr you," answeREd HaldanE seveRely.  "ReveNge is the
bUSIness of tHe bLacK wiTch, NOT tHe Wise Woman whO DEals In Honest
sImpLes and hArmLesS chArmS.  GO home and sAy thy praYeRs, maIdEn, aNd
squEEze the blAcK drOp Out Of thiNE heart, That tHou fAlL nOT inTo the
Get my living this way,
lo ok you.  A nd it 'sfai rtoo,  for  I gives 'em g o od h erbs.  Fine cures I
ma ke by  t i mes, Ican t ell you . "" I w on de red  w h at  yougav e the l ast," said  Er mi ne.

The old wo man set he r a rms akimbo a ndlaughe d. 

" E h, Iget  lots  o' th a t sort .  It's a  g o od was h  they w a n t,  bot h for
health andc om e liness; and Imake ' em ta k e  it  th at way.  T he  powd e r's
nou g ht - - i t's the wash does  it, look y o u:but th ey 'dn ever d o itif I
t old 'em so.   Mu m, now! t here's another . "

Anddroppi ngher  voi c eto  awh i spe r ,Hal d ane  emerged  f ro m the  scr e e n , 
and  de sire d the  applicant to  en ter. 
It  wasa ver y ha nd someyoungwoman  w ho came in, onwhos e face th e
i nd ulg en ce of evil p ass ion s--envy , jealo u sy,  a n d an ger--had left as
s tr o n ga mark a s beau t y.  S he cross ed  he rsel f as sh e st e pp ed overthe
th r es ho ld.

"H av e youacha rmthatw illwin he arts?" s he as k ed.

"Whose he a rt do you des i re t ow in?"  wa s the reply .

" T hatof W i ga n t h e son  of E gg l as . "

"Has it strayedfr om you ?"

" I have neverhad it.  H e l oves Bri chti v a, on the other s ide o f the
wood ,  and hewillnot look  on me. I hate her . I w ant  to b eg uile his
hear t away  f rom her ."
"Whathas  sh e d one  t o you?"
"Done!"cr ie dth e g irl,w ith a fl as h o fher  eyes .   "Don e!  S he i sfa i r
a nd swee t ,a n d sh eha s wo n W ig an'slove .   T hat iswhat shehas done  t ome."

" And you loveWi gan?"

"Ica renothin g for Wiga n.  I hate Brichtiva. I  want t o b e rev enge d on
her. "
"I can  do nothin g foryou,"  a nsw e r ed Ha l d an e s ev erely.  "R e v eng e isth e
bu sinessof the black witch ,  no t the Wise Wo man  who d ea lsi nh one st sim p l es and harmless  charms. Go ho me and say thy  p rayers,  Maiden , and squeeze  the blac k drop ou tof t h i neheart, tha t thou f all not i n to th e 
Get my_living this_way,
look you.  And_it's fair_too,_for I_gives_'em good herbs._ Fine cures_I
make by times, I_can tell you."

"I_wondered_what you gave the last," said Ermine.

The old woman set her arms akimbo and_laughed.

"Eh,_I get_lots_o'_that sort.  It's a_good wash they want, both_for
health and_comeliness; and I make 'em take it that_way._ The powder's
nought--it's_the wash does it, look you: but they'd never_do it if I
told 'em so._ Mum, now!_there's_another."

And_dropping her voice to_a whisper, Haldane emerged from the_screen,
and desired the applicant to enter.

It_was a very handsome young woman who_came in, on whose face the
indulgence_of evil passions--envy, jealousy, and_anger--had left_as
strong a mark as beauty._ She crossed_herself as_she stepped over_the
threshold.

"Have you a charm that will_win hearts?" she_asked.

"Whose heart do you desire to_win?"_was the reply.

"That_of_Wigan_the son_of Egglas."

"Has it_strayed_from you?"

"I_have_never had it.  He loves_Brichtiva,_on the other side of the
wood, and_he will not look_on_me.  I hate_her.  I want to_beguile his
heart away from her."

"What has_she done_to you?"

"Done!"_cried the girl, with a flash of her eyes.  "Done!_ She is fair
and sweet, and_she has won Wigan's_love. _That_is what she_has_done to
me."

"And_you love Wigan?"

"I care nothing for Wigan._ I_hate Brichtiva.  I want to_be revenged on
her."

"I can_do_nothing for you," answered Haldane severely._ "Revenge is the
business of the_black witch, not the Wise_Woman_who_deals in honest
simples and harmless_charms.  Go home and say_thy prayers, Maiden,_and
squeeze the black drop out of thine_heart,_that thou fall not into the