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The world was going ith Guy, for though Dick Trevylian had paid no

part of the hundred thousand dollars, and he still lived in the brown

cottage on the hill, he was steadily working his way to competency, if

not to wealth His profession as a lawyer, which he had resumed, yielded

him a reazines were ht after, so that to all human appearance he was

prosperous and happy Prosperous in his business, and happy in his wife

and little ones, for there was now a second child, a baby Guy of six

weeks old, and when on his return from New York the father bent over the

cradle of his boy and kissed his baby face, that ie seen in the Park

seeave to Julia had in them no

faithlessness or insincerity She was a noble woood wife, and he loved her truly, though with a different, less

absorbing, less ecstatic love than he had given to Daisy But he did not

tell her of Miss McDonald Indeed, that name was never spoken now, nor

was any reference ever made to her except when little Daisy asked where

was the lady for whom she was named, and why she did not send her a

doll

"I hardly think she knows there is such a chit as you," Guy said to her

once, when sorely pressed on the subject, and then the child wondered

how that could be, and wished she was big enough to write her a letter

and ask her to come and see her

Every day after that little Daisy played " represented by a bundle of shawls tied up to

look like a figure and seated in a chair At last there ca lady fro in Cuylerville, accidentally learned that she

was the divorced wife of whose existence she knew, but of who the little one talking one day to