Year: 1878



 was, the girl had a heart as tender as a child's. Tears started in her eyes, and she sprang forward and clasped his hands.

 My guardian, forgive me-" she said, "let us not part in anger. All that I am owe to you, and I have been very hap py here. But do not urge me to remain, for I cannot receive any more favors from your hand"

 Proud girl, go," he said, putting away her hand "You have no heart, or you would not wrong me thus. Leave me, want you no longer here but re- member, when trials assail you in com- ing years and you wish home, the doors of Earlscourt Hall are open to you."

 He walked away, stern and naughty, and the good angel was stilled again in Ethel Trevoir's heart.

 'He IS as proud as I am, she thought, as she dashed the tears from her eyes, while proud, defiant look flashed from that splendid face. "I will never come back here, no, never; and some day may be as rich as be-"

 Ten years prior to this, Dr. Carl Earlscourt had found Ethel Trevoir a wanderer in the streets of New York. Struck with her beauty, and sympathiz- ing with her loneliness, he had taken her home and adopted her as his own child. He was rich and wifeless, and no expense was spared to give the girl a superior education. And she learned easily. She possessed rare intellectual powers, and sought truth with avidity. At the ex- animation she had borne away the palm, and Carl Earlscourt, stern and grave, and twice her age, had felt, in that mo- ment of her triumph, that the naughty, cultivated, self fpoised girl of nineteen was the only woman he could ever love. The truth fell on him like flash. And this was the end. Proud and sensitive, deeming that the rich, brilliant, cynical Dr. Earlscourt felt more of pity than of love, her naughty soul yet smar ting with the sense of unrecompensed obli- gation, she refused him with all the scorn of an injured woman.

 There were unshed tears in the eyes of Ethel when she left the grand house that had been her home so long, but she laid firm hold of her heart strings, and no one could have known that the stately, dignifed woman felt aught of weakness at the hour of parting. Dr. Earlscourt did not present himself to bid her goodbye, and though it was easier to leave thus, the proud girl felt injured that he should not have recog- nized her position. And there was a regretful pang too in her heart at the thought that she had incensed the man to whom she was indebted for so much. An 1 and was there no other feeling working in that proud heart? Did she love or did she not love the grave, lonely man from whom she was estranged ? Ethel hardly knew her own heart. She knew it better in the days to come.

 Two years sped gently away. In that time Ethel Trevoir had advanced far on her chosen path. Brave, energetic, brilliant, she made herself name. From an assistant teacher she had risen to be the head of the seminary ill which she taught. But she was more than a salaried teacher. There was rising star in the literary world. Yes, Ethel Trevoir had written books. The most cultivated thinkers were proud Of her friendship. She was aD honored guest in the most fashionable drawing rooms.

 She was happy now you think. Look at her now, as she stands by her window, looking out upon the night. Do those restless, gloomy, searching eyes betoken peace of mind? Does that perplexed, frowning brew speak of heart at rest ? Ethel Trevoir has won fame, she is rich and courted, but she is not satisfied.

 She has met her former guardian but seldom since the time of their estranee- ment. He was graver, sterner than ever, and Ethel's heart felt a touch of remorse as she saw the gray among the dark locks clustering upon the noble brow. But the old pride came to he1 aid, and she banished the thought, silencing the better part of her nature by fierce, unceasing activity. Her labors were brought to SUI lden halt at last.

 Yellow fever in it's most malignant type was striding through the city. Various means were devised by the board of health to arrest the advancing evil, but the fatality increased in spite of all their labors. All ages and classes were assailed, and the colossal evil en- tered every precinct. Whole families were stricken down in day. All who were able left the city, but the exodus was limited by impossibility.

 Ethel stayed, lured by some malig nant spell, and for long time resisted the disease, but one sultry August day she felt the burning fever upon her. IT a few hours she was delirious, and iron that instant knew nothing till she awokt and saw Dr. Earlscourt bending ovel her.

 "How long have I been i'll ?" sh, asked, after the first surprise.

 "Ask no questions, child. You ar' safe, but you need sleep and rest"

 She obeyed, and soon drowsines fell upon her and she slept. She wa saved from that hour. In few day she was convalescent, and the color cam back to the pale cheek once more. Sh, learned that she had been sick fortnight, dangerously sick, and tha Dr. Earlscourt's skill was the only thing that saved her. What did she not ow