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Then he said "Good " with an intentional cheerfulness, and Ruth was left alone with her book She gave a ood exah of content let her eyes rest on the words Ethel's presence had for awhile silenced: "I am filled with a sense of sweetness and wonder that such, little things can ly rich But I confess that the chiefest of all ious" (Theodore Parker) She read the words again, then closed her eyes and let the honey of some sacred memory satisfy her soul And in those few minutes of reverie, Ruth Bayard revealed the keynote of her being Wanderings froencies and duties of life, frequently occurred; but she quickly returned to its central and controlling harmony; and her serenity and poise were therefore as natural as was her niece's joyousness and hope Nor was her religious character the result of temperaht and culture, and wise in the ways of the world, but not worldly Her personality was very attractive, she had a good forray eyes, and brown hair, soft and naturally wavy She was a distant cousin of Ethel's ht up with her in the saarded her as a sister, and Ethel never remembered that she was only her aunt by adoption Ten years older than her niece, she had hts never wandered long or far fro what reason there could be for Dora Denning's urgency

In the meanti of unusual size and very ornate architecture Liveried foot wo's suite, an absolutely private arrange lady's coht The s of her parlor overlooked the park, and she was standing at one of theladness she turned to her, exclai for you hours and hours, Ethel I have theto tell you I am so happy! So happy! No one was ever as happy as I aether, she looked intently at her friend Soazelle eyes were not h in a different hile her black hair in its picturesquely arranged disorder seemed instinct with life, and hardly to be restrained She was constantly pushing it back, caressing or arranging it; and her white, slender fingers, sparkling with jewels,the crient sympathy between them