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she crept INTO Inc hnauOWS oi tne forest
and stopped TO refasten her shoes, some
thing brushed the air beside her. 1t
was great white moth. She felt sure
that it was the one which had left her.
Before she had risen. IL had settled and
was swaying upon the loose ringlets
above her forehead.
Two hours later, she was lying, more
dead than alive, upon the lace-covered
bed of Mrs. Coils Wood. A serving
woman stood over her, tanning her.
There was sudden rush Of garments,
White aud startled, much as she had
seen il in her vision on the hill, the face
of her young teacher looked into.Doril'
las.
"Can you bear il, Dorilla? Oh, I
wonder IL / ought 20 tell you! You
must know Il soon. but are you'strony
enough 10 bear il now?"
The girl nodded. All the fierceness
and elfishness of her nature seemed
gone. She was melted down to utter
tenderness.
"My husband has been brought home.
He is unconscious, but the doctor says
that he will be all right before long
and you have saved his life!"
She could not go on for the tears
which cholSed her.
"Well?" said Dorilla, raising herself
on her elbow. Her voice showed that
her nerves were strained to the last
pitch of endurance.
"But your father-you know there
was hand-to-hand fight between his
men and ours--and he was hurt, but not
seriously. He will have to, oh, my poor
Dorilla! he will probably have to serve
o long term in prison. Ard--and-no-
body was shot but one--he was shot
dead-th one you called Mikey."
Dorilla fell back on the bed. She
had heard now ell that she wanted to
know.
Presently she sprang up and began
with quivering hands to arrange her
dress.
"You better lie STILL" the serving
woman warned her. "You don't look
as if you'd oughter stand up. You'll
faint away. first you know"
"Dorilla!" cried Mrs. Coils Wood,
throwing her arms around the white
and agitnted girl, "don't think of leav-
ing me! You are going to live always
with me now!"
"No," said Dorilla, with the old dark
| look flashing from her wild eyes. II
love YOU, and always shall-but can't
live in the world any more. Don't you
see? My heart is broken. lam young,
/ know-and you think can get over
things-but can't. have tried TO do
right, as you told me--and IL has broken
my heart"
"But you are needed in the world!
| We need women like you--brave and
unselfish, and with quick minds to plan
and do"
"No. can't stand IT, insisted the girl,
weurily. but with trace of her old
fire. 81 will 90 and get my mother.
They will take us both there--at the
convent. Just help me TO get back 10
the convent. IL win be the Hndest
thing you can do for me. want tolive
there always with the sisters. You don't
believe in masses for souls, or prayers
for the dcad-but don't you see I've got
to? That's what shall do now-oifer
them all the rest of my life--for-" she
stopped. and the strained lookgave way
on her face, II tell you my heart Is
broken"
She threw her arms around her friend,
and they wcpt together.
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When THEY had bound up Thomas
Keasbey's wounds and led him away, IL
was broad daylight. His head was ban
daged, and he hnl one arm in sling.
bit he could see, and his mind'was pc