Nevada County picayune., 1890-09-25

Once she had heard of Fred Carcw. A paper was sent to her containing an account of his marriage.
 She made no friends for she had lost faith in friendship. People un- derstood her sorrow and respected it. They saw she wished to be alone. And now we come back to the be- ginning of our story.
 The next morning little Deane and Gypsy were at the gate again.
 Good morniug, little one," said Deane Stanley with a faint smile.
 The child looked at her a moment and said: "You look like the pie ture in papa's room when you smile. never saw you smile before. Do yon know my papa?"
 Deane avoided the question and said: Il think you had better go in now; mamma will not like to have you here.'
 "Oh. my mamma is dead, and papa will not care if 1 do not % farther than the gate" replied the child.
 Deane hurried on, stopping only to say goodbye.
 "Dead n' she repeated. "Fred's wife dead, aud he here. Then 1 must go away. l thought my heart had turned to stone, but baby Deane has shown me my mistake. must go-but where?'
 The next day was Saturday, and there were no lessons. Deane lived alone, except for old Chlor, who had been her nurse when she was a child, and who refused to leave her now. She sat thinking of the past and dimly looking at the future. The faithful old servant came to the door.
 "A gentleman to see you, honey. He is in the parlor, and I b'lieve it's Mars Fred"
 Deane entered the parlor and stood white and still before the man who had wron2ed her so deeply.
 "Deane, saw you yesterday talk ing to my chlld. resolved to go away at once, but I cannot go with out speaking to you. Will you hear me-"
 Speak" '" replied Deane, and mo- toned to chair. He continued:
 "Five years ago you sent me my letters and my ring without word in explanation. It could mean but one thing. My pride was wounded and l would not ask you to explain. l was very unhappy, and at the end of year l yielded to my fathers en- treaties and married Alice Brandin. l sinned against myself and her, for, though I respected her, my love had been given auother. She died when our child was born. Since then have trivd to drown the memories of the past in work, but my health failed and the doctor ordered a change. I tried the country but could not endure the quietude, and l came here n month ago. All my happiness is in the companionship of my child, and yesterday l stood watching her from the window when saw her speak to you. recog- nized you at once. You looked un- happy, and I thought there might possibly have been some mistake. !"
 Deane touched bell and Chlor appeared.
 Bring me my writing desk"
 "Yes, chile" Chloe answered, and in moment reappeared with it.
 Deane took an envelope from the desk and hauded it to Mir. Carew. "You ask if there was a mistake. Judge for yourself I did as you asked" "
 A pallor oyerspread his face as he read. "Heaven help me to forgive the one who grote those words ,' he explained. "Deane, don't you know that the writing is not mine? Very like it, but not exactly"
 "It came just after the news of the death of my father and brother. It was the last drop in my cup of sorrow that was already full to over flowing It embittered my life and I have never looked at it since.
 "Oh, Deane! how you must have suffered! l know now that my faith CT wrote these cruel words, He could not forgive you for being youI fathers daughter. God forgive him