CHAPTER XXX.
MRS. HAWORTH AND GRANNY DIXON.
About this time a change appeared in little Mrs. Haworth. Sometimes when they sat together, Haworth found himself looking up suddenly and feeling that her eyes were fixed upon him, and at such times she invariably met his glance with a timid, startled expression, and released herself from it as soon as she had the power.
She had never been so tender and lavish with her innocent caresses, but there was continuously a tremulous watchfulness in her manner, which was almost suggestive of fear. It was not fear of him, however. She clung to him with all the strength of her love. At night when he returned home, however late, he was sure of finding her waiting patiently for him, and in the morning when he left the house he was never so early that she was not at his service. The man began to quail before her, and grow restless in secret, and be haunted, when he awakened in the night, by his remembrance of her.
"She is on the lookout for something," he said to himself, fearfully. "What have they been saying to her?"
On her part, when she sat alone, she used to try and think the matter out, and set it straight and account for it.
"It's the strikes," she said, "as has set them agen him
