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In the little room she called her own, Marian Hazelton sat, her beautiful hair disordered, and her eyes dim with the tears she had shed She knew that Wilford was dead, for Morris had told her so, and as if his dying had brought back all her olden love, she wept bitterly for the man who had so darkened her life She did not know that at the last he knew she was so near She had not expected to see hio to him There could be no harht, and she was o, when there came a timid knock upon the door, and Katy entered, her face very pale, herdown beside her, laid her head in her lap with the air of a weary child who has sought itsher golden hair "Your husband, they tellher eves earnestly upon Marian, continued: "Wilford is dead, but before he died he left a e for Genevra Lambert Will she hear it now?"

With a sudden start, Marian sprang to her feet, and holding Katy from her, demanded: "Who told you of Genevra La nized," was Katy's answer, and a flush of fear and shame came to Marian's cheek as she continued: "Did he tell you all? And do you hate me as a vile, polluted creature?"

"Hate you, Marian? No I have pitied you soyou were innocent Wilford tolda little before Marian's burning gaze, which fascinated even, while it startled her

It is not often to to each other the relations these two bore, and it is not strange that both felt constrained and e at each other As Marian's was the stronger nature, so she was the first to rally, and with the tears swi in her eyes she drew Katy closely to her, and said: "Now that he is gone I alad you know it Mine has been a sad, sad life, but God has helped me bear it You say he believed me dead Some tie--he left one, you say?"