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go wrong. "Why didn't you ever marry? You had g lover, I dare say?' "Yes; long, long time ago."
 "Tell me about him-it?"
 "There isn't much to tell. He asked me tomarry him. He was going to Aus sralia. couldn't leave father and mother, youk know (they were both feeble) md he couldn't stay here. That's ell" "And you-you-"
 Now all men beside are to me like | hadows.' "And you have never heard of him since?"
 "Yes. He wrote but where was the use? It could never come to anything. It was better for him to forget me and marry. was millstone about his neck. didn't answer his letter." "And supposing he should return some day, would you marry him ?" 1T dare say," laughed Della, gently, s if the idea were familiar, "let the aeighbors laugh ever so wisely. I've thought of it sometimes, sitting alone, when the world was barren and common place. One must have recreation of some kind, you know. Everybody re- quires little romance, little poetry, ts flavor everyday thinking and doing. I'm -fraid you think me silly old maid, Mrs. Clement.
 "No. The heart never grows old. The skin shrivels, the color departs, the eyes fade, the features grow pinched out the soul is heir of eternal youth it is as beautiful at four-score as at sweet 20.' Time makes amends for the ravages of the body by developing the spirit. You didn't tell me your lov- CTS name. Perhaps you would rather not"
 "His name was Stephen Langdon. Sometimes Capt. Seymour runs against him ill Melbourne, and brings ne word how he looks and what he is doing though I never ask, and Stephen never asks for me, that can hear" reia's summer boardsrs were not a success, to be sure. If they took no money out of her pocket, they put none in. She was obliged to eke out her support by copying for Lawyer Dun- more and embroidering for Mrs. Judge Dorr. One by one her boarders dropped away like autumn leaves; all but old Mrs. Clement.
 "I believe I'll stay on," she said. "I'm getting too old to move often. Perhaps you take winter boarders at re. duced rates Eh ?"
 "Do you think my terms high ?" "By no means. But when one's purse is low"
 "Yes; I know. Do stay at your own price. I can't spare you.
 She had grown such fondness for the old lady that to refuse her at her own terms would have seemed like turning her own mother out of doors beside, one month more would not signify. But she found it hard to make both ends meet, and often went to bed hungry that her mother and Mrs. Clement might enjoy enough, without there appearing to be "just pattern" At Christmas, however, came ray of sunshine for Della, in the shape of $100 bill from an unknown friend.
 It can't be meant for me-" she cried.
 "It's directed to Della Rogerson," said her mother; "and there's nobody else of that name, now that your Aunt Delia's deal"
 "We are not sure she's dead" ob- jected Della.
 "Horrors Don't you know whether your own aunt is dead or alive ?" asked Mrs. Clement, in Q shocked tone.
 "It isn't our fault. She is rich and lives abroad. I was named for her. I used to look in the glass and try to be- lieve I'd inherit her beauty with the name, though she was only our great uncle's wife"
 "She ought to do something for you" |"
 "How can she, if she is dead? I don't blame her, anyway. Her money is her own to use according to her pleas ure. Uncle John made it himself and gave it to her."
 "But if she should come back to you, having run through with it, you'd di- vide your last crust with her, I'll be bound"
 "I suppose should, ," replied Della.
 The winter wore away as winters will, and the miracles of spring began in fields and wayside; and Delia's boarders returned with the June roses, and dropped away again with the fading leaves, and still Mrs. Clement stayed on and on. Just now she had been some weeks in arrears with her reduced board. No money had been forthcoming for some time, and she was growing more feeble daily, needed the luxuries of an invalid and the attention of a nurse, both of which Della bestowed upon her, without taking thought of the morrow.
 "I must hear from my man-of-busi- ness tomorrow, Della; I'm knee-deep in debt to you," she began one night.
 "Don't mention it cried Della. "Td rather never see cent than have you take it to heart. You are welcome to stay and share pot-luck with us you are such company for mother and me-"
 "Thank you, my dear. I've growr ss fond of you as if you were my owr flesh and blood. There, turn down tho light, please. It grows chilly. doesn' it9 Vo,, r,ir,bS Eico ,,,e+