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British Museum, where the girls went
sometimes in search Of copying WORK.
But they have not appeared there once.
None of the Museum people nave seen
them. We have inquired about tlem
in every likely place, but there mas
been no sign"
I'm the streets-think Of it!-friend-
less and penniless," Tom repeated.
Eyes, say it again, so that when you
find her you will rejoice the more. MI.
Addison" (she laid his hand on his), Il
am an old woman now, and have seen
a great deal-my sister and together-
of trouble and privation. We nave
been reduced to walk the streets all
night for want of a bed. and to go
hungry for want of food. Yet we were
never utterly forsaken. Your kath-
arine is not quite friendless. The GOD
who rescued you from the Arabs will
save her from the devils-who destroy
soul as we'll as body-of the street!
Have faith, young man. Lift up your
heart-oh, lift up your heart unto the
Lord"
This language is not so common as
it used to be, and is seldom used lot
the comfort and solace of q London
Journalist, who may chronicle the emo
tions of religion, but is not often ex'
pected to feel them. Yet the words,
and this gentlewoman's sweet voice,
and her steady eyes so full OF falth'
fel. upon his soul like rain on thirsty
soil.
"The other girl" she went on, was
of a different nature-she was less pa.
tient than Katharine: she cried out ana
complained Of the bitterness OF her
lot: she was without hope, though she
was so young-the future was always
dark to her. I tremble for Lily; Du1
for Katharine I have more than hope
I have confidence"
"Yet she has never been here to SEQ
you since her departure. And that Is
two months ago and more
mo: I cannot understand why she
has not come. But patience. You
have yourself been rescued in manner
so mirac aculous that you may nope tha'
a lesser miracle may have Deeh
wrought for Katharine. When l think
of ourselves everything seems possible.
We were getting old-too old for teacn'
ing. where they prefer young ana &C.
tive girls-and we were resolving that
we would soon give up trying anu ~
into the workhouse-'
what? Had you, too, no friends!
eve had cousins. Do you know tna'
it is sometimes better to become pau
per than to accept the bread of grudg'
ing charity? Do not ask me about our
cousins. Yet there was one whom we
remember with gratitude. For ne lett
us a legacy of sixteen hundred pounus
in the funds. 1t gives us fifty POUNDS
n year. We lodge in this house; we
have learned to live very cheaply Oh
fruit and such things; we have eacn
others love, and we have Kept oul
books. The winter Of our days, De-
lieve me, is hallowed by such sunshine
rs never fell upon our spring. THINK
of US, young gentleman, When you
tremble for the fate Of Katharine"
Not a trace of the girls.
It was unfortunate that they were
advertised for together, because NOBODY
had any suspicious at all about a single
girl. 1t was the pair who were looked
for, as if they were Siamese twins or
double-bodied nightingales. Yet, as we
know, they had been long since sep
arated.
It was early in December that the
first real discovery was made.
Dittmer Book it was who maze IL.
One evening Dittmer stood upon lhe
curb contemplating his procession OF
fair women, filling his soul with SWEEP
images, and wondering what 1t would
be like to be transported to the lanu
where such creatures roam free anu
fearless. Suddenly, to the surprise OF
the by-standers and the indignation OF
the policeman, he burst through the
crowd and seized the hand of one OF
these heavenly visions.
"Lilyw he cried.
"You. Dittmer Bock?"
It was Lily. She was beautifully
dressed, and she was on the arm or a
gentleman. There was no more beaut'
full woman in the whole theatre than
Lily this evening.
She ought to have been proud OF her
dress and her opera cloak and the ad-
miration of the whole house, and the
brougham which awaited her, and
everything.
But she snatched her hand away and
biushed crimson.
"You, Dittmer Bock:"
"Who is it, Lily?" asked the gentle
man.
An old friend. One moment, Ditt-
mer. Where is Katharine? Don't tell
her you have seen me-"
II do not know where she is. we
cannot find her. We are looking Tor
her everywhere"
ITO be continued.l