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band. though. when on their return home
Eva described 10 her the conduct Of the
strange man who had run away with her
handkerchief. her heart told her too truly
who it must have been.
"And they might have been mime" ex-
claimed The wretched man, as he flew in
to the street. 'Oh! how bitterly am ]
punished for an involuntary error, but
can bear it no more. must quit Natchez,
and find an asylum somewhere for my
grief"
And when he returned to his solitary
home, his resolve WAS taken; he determiu-
ed 10 give up his occupations and travel
He resolved TO visit the Holy Land, and
see all those places mentioned ia Scrip
ture. and sanctilied by the sufferings of a
Saviour. and the trials Of the Saints; and
pie,y; and to seek those consultations In
religion which could alone ene Bile him TO
support the SORROWS of his situation.-
Having thus resolved. he felt colmer than
he had been for years before.
1t was fine sutumnal evening-the
shadows oftwilight yet fingered over the
earth; but within the mansion Of Mrs De
lancy blaze of light poured down from
the various aud magniiicently wrought
candelab bra over the rich carpet and gor-
geOus drapeTies. and threw glow ofsun-
light radiance upon the superb paintings
and splendid statuary that decorated the
drawing room. Eva was reclining half
asleep upon a crimson couch; and on q
luxuriant looking ottoman by her side,
sat Isabella, arrayed with more than usual
care, and gliltering with gems of rare
devices and costly setting. She was ex-
pecting select party of the mos. favour
ed Of her acquainiances. and bestowed
some attention TO effect. that their visit
might be rendered in every way agreeable.
A servant entered. showing in visiier.
Mrs. Delaney rose. and started on behold
ing Sister OF Charity. but Instantly
welcomed her with the gentle urbanity
which distinguished her manners. Ap-
peals to her b-ne violence were so common
that nothing but the lateness Of the hour
rendered tins visit remaIha be-ye: as The
Sister declined the courtesy of q seat.
Isabella was attracted by the sweet tones
of the voice which answered her. Her
next question of "What can do for you?"
was prompted as much by the idea that
there was agitation in the being before
her. as by feelings of benevolence-
MY purse" she continued. is always
al the service of the unfortunate: and for
other grief. finding the Sister still silent
fear no, to speak to ne. for suffering
has taught me sympathy.
Still the Sister spoke not, and il would
have been q fine subject for painter to
have portrayed the two figures as they
stood together in that temple OF luxury.
The tall person of the Sister. shrouded in
her loose and shapeless black robe. her
hcad covered by its small black bonnet.
shading. not concealing the dazzling
whiteDess Of her brow; her deep blue eyes.
and almost chiGlike features, and the
small white hand. whose taper fingers
could just be seen beneath The large sleeve
that enveioped it-offe red striking con
trast TO the rich velvet dress whose grace
ful folds fell around the faultless form of
Isabella. as if an artist had arranged it
for effect her hands sparkling with Jew
els. and her whole appearance bearing
evidence of her position and peculiar
tastes. Again Mrs. Delaney addressed
her visiter. inquiring gently,
"What is your errand with me?'
"Mercy. lady. mercy! | belong to an
order in which mercy assumes many
forms, but never have | seen her in one
more lovely than yours. Oh, listen to
her voice. nor let me plead 10 you in
vair;" and she sank upon her knees al
the feet of Isabella. still speaking rapidly.
81 am going far from this part of the
country-I will never revisit it, but |
could not leave until l had looked upon
your face and pleaded for one whom
dare no: name. Lady there was no sin,
for he ceased not 10 love you. even
though we believed that you were dead"
"Adele!' said Isabella. raising her from
the floor, II is too late! Delaney has left
America. But for you | have no feeling
save that of affection. Poor Adele yours
has been bitter lott"
mo! | am happy in my present state
far happier than | ever was befoIe. she
said emphatically, and Isabella pressed
her TO her heart as if she had been her
own young sister.
Their interview was not long protrac-
ted. Adele clasped Eva in one fond ems
brace-and again pressing Isabella to her
bosom. she went forth upon her mission
of charity TO distant land. -
After this night Isabella's feelings a.
sumed n new character. She never spoke
of her interview with the Sister Of Char
ity. but her pride of heart seemed TO I've
subduing itself before the power of Reli
gion, to whose requsitions she bryan 10
give up more OF her time--and when It'd
ings reached her of the death Of Adele
from contagious fever. contracted by
her attendance at the bedside of hospi-
tai patient. she felt how far more fauliiess
and happy had been the unpretending life
of the gentle Sister. than her own proud
er and more dazzling career.
Eva had now grown almost into woman
hood, and Mr.. Selmer full of years, was
gradually sinking into that last resting
place Of the good-a peaceful grave
Isa bella had reached her thirty.second
year. and the proud spirit of her youth
was tranquiiized. for The passionate ener-
tgy of her character lad been controlled
| by suffering and true religious faith
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