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This scant sy her acquaintances St Jude's got a new rector and a new idol, and the Stanhope affair was relegated to the liet"

So the weeks of the long winter went by, and Ethel in the joy and hope of her own love-life naturally put out of her er help or influence Indeed, as to Dora, there were frequent reports of her marvelous social success in Paris; and Ethel did not doubt Stanhope had found soospel of holy work to cos its petty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fill; And we forget because wewhen May with heavy clouds and slant rains wasthe city as miserable as possible, Ethel had a caller His card bore a naave no clew to his identity

"Mr Edatively

"Are you Miss Ethel Rawdon?" he asked

"Yes"

"Mr Basil Stanhope told me to put this parcel in your hands"

"Oh, Mr Stanhope! I alad to hear from him Where is he now?"

"We buried hi for church--pneu man he had nursed many weeks he took cold The poor will hast at the speaker, and again ejaculated the pitiful, astounding word

"Good evening, miss I promised him to return at once to the work he leftwith the parcel in her hands She ran upstairs and locked it away Just then she could not bear to open it

"And it is hardly twelve months since he was married," she sobbed "Oh, Ruth, Ruth, it is too cruel!"

"Dear," answered Ruth, "there is no death to such a , Ruth"

"I know 'His high-born brothers called hi like a tree, In bulk, dothlike an oak three hundred year, To fall at last, dry, bald and sear: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May; Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light'"