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Another season of dozing, and she awoke, rubbing her hands feebly

together, as to cleanse theht to be whiter--purer! I knohat ails them I should

have picked up the letter she--Mrs Sutton--wrote you But I loved

you so--even then!" beseechingly "You will not hate et back to Philadelphia, and I aot it, you would coo down the strea his ar out, and she grasped the e--in the water! I am your wife--am I not?

She couldn't take you from me if she were here I wish she were! I

always liked Mabel She was a good, true wo for breath, she leaned upon her husband's breast, and her

eyelids fell together again Only for a mo the ashy shadows encircling her

mouth "Poor little Florence! I am sorry I was cross to her Tell

her so, papa!" Her husband stooped to kiss her, laid her back upon

the pillows, closed the sightless eyes, and left Mrs Sutton alone

with the dead