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He was praying now; Julia was the burden of his prayer And as he prayed

there came into his heart an unutterable tenderness and pity for her He

had thought he loved her an hour ago! he believed he loved her now, or,

if he did not, he would be to her the kindest, htful of

husbands, and never let her know, by word or sign, of the terrible pain

he should always carry in his heart "Darling Daisy; poor Julia!" was

what to hinated the tomen ere both so much to

him To the first his love, to the other his tender care, for she was

worthy of it She was noble, and good, and womanly; he said it many

times, and tried to stop the rapid heart throbs and quiet himself down

to meet her when she should come to him with her frank, open face and

s now; he

heard her voice in the hall speaking to her friend, and, thrusting the

fatal letter in his pocket, he rose to his feet, and steadying hi for her, as, flushed and eager, she came

in

"Guy--Guy--what is it? Are you sick?" she asked, alare expression of his eyes

He was glad she had thus construed his agitation, and he answered that