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and told ma what he haddone, and that

and told me what he haddone, and that
officers were already ON his track; but
that he had friends, his own family,
who, for the sake of their own honor, if
for no other reason, would conceal him
from detection. land so he went, leav-
ing me utterly penniless and alone. The
woman with whom we had boarded was
v~ery-kind, and 1 stayed with her a long
time; Il got some sewing from the
shops, and paid herfEa little something
fer my board. i was not unhappy while
1 stayed there. i had no feeling, as l
told you, but all energy and hope were
dead. But she-the woman with whom
/ had bearded-died, and I was obliged
to seek some refuge from starvation;
my father was dead, and I had no
friends I saw your sisters advertise
ment for a g~overness, and answered it.
/ have been content here; / have been
awakening from the sort of dream into
which / had fallen; [ do not allow my
self to think of the past, nor of what
my life might have been but for that
terrible mistake of my. girlhood, but for
the suffering that crushed youth, and
hope, and Joy in my heart. You know
now why / have no heart to dress my
self in gay bright robes, and that I wear
this dark gray dress as a sort of en-
blem of my life, not like black, as a
token of deep sorrow and mourning that
may pass away, but of a sadness that is
calm and peaceful, but utterly hope
less" ''
The face into which she looked as she
ceased speaking was pale and rigid,
and the lips were tightly compressed,
but he said, quietly, in a voice that was
calm and unfaltering: a.
"You said that his-your husbands
name was Nelson!" =.
"Arthur NelsonP"
"You are sure that that was his real
name? Might he not have given you
an assumed one?"
81 don't know. Possibly; I never
thought of that" she said, in the same
tone of careless indifference.
81 have had some sorrow in my own
life," he continued, in the same quiet,
grave tone, "a trouble strangely like
your own. Perhaps you did not know
that [ had q brother. There were four
of us, and we were left orphans when
we were very young; Alice, Mrs. Ruth
erford, was only ten years old, and Nina
was an infant of a few months. My
brother was three years younger than |,
a bright, roguish fellow, who had al
ways been the pet of the family, but he
grew up to be wild and dissipated. He
left his home when he was sixteen years
old, and for years we heard nothing
from him but at last, about two years
lago, he came to us, seeking refuge and
protection; we could gather nothing
from his wild story, except that he had
murdered some one, and that officers
were following him. OF course we
corccaled him; the ties of blood are
stronger than the claims of Justice.
He stayed here in this house, concealed
for months; then we obtained passage
for him to Europe in a steamer whose
Captain had been a friend of myfather,
andwho concealed him in his own state
room. We have heard from him occa-
sionaily since"
He looked down into the pallid face,
into the dark eyes fixed upon his face,
with a look Of wondering, b~ewiIdered
inquiry, and said:
"He was naraed for my mothers
only brother-his name was Arthur
Nelson Kingsley"
. = uCS SUZUKI biSI0 II LfiOIIibtiJ III S4iEitt.
His face was very pale, and his lips
pressed rigidly together, but there was
the look on the face of one who has
struggled with himself, a.sharp, desper-
ate. struggle, and has come off con
queror.
"Shall we go in?"he said, at length,
as calmly as if their conversation had
been a commonplace chat; "you are
shivering in this chilly air."
They passed through the low window
into the lighted drawing-room. At the
further end of the room Mrs. Ruther-
ford was sitting, her little form almost
buried in the capacious depth of q GRIM
son velvet armchair. A bright, pretty
little woman, with d face very like her
brothers. in features, very unlike in eX-
preston; she had bright black eyes, as
clear and sparkling as If no tear had
ever dimmed them, and her graceful
little head was adorned with a prOfu-
sion of black ringlets and bright cherry
ribbons. She was evidently not at all
one of the naughty, arrogant danes,
who Cypress meek g~Oyernesses, but a
loving and tender-hearted little woman,
who had been very kind to the friend
less g~overness, and had trusted her
children to her care without asking
any questions as to her past life,
which she saw was painful for her
to speak of. She could hardly under
stand the reserved and self-reliant ma
ture, SO different from her own; there
were depths init she could not fathom;
but she seemed. so pure and good that
she trusted her completely. There
must have been misfortune ia her past
life; she was sure that there could have
been no guilt. IS - ar .ts/
Mr.. Kingsley led her to Mrs. Ruther-
ford's side, and said quietly:
"Aiice, this is our brother's-this is
Arthur's wife, ~
s. After the first bewildered moment
had passed, Mrs. Rutherford, compre-
hending all, and thinking of all the
misery the lonely girl must have suffer-
ed, clasped her in her arms, and kissed
the-pale cheek; and tears, the first
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