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"Wait, wait, Cardo; let me finish my story That was the last time

your mother came to church In a short ti tiive, but to drop nore her presence, to forget that she had ever been dear to ive youword to

her I simply dropped her as far as possible out ofpaler and thinner each day, still held her head up

proudly; and while I seeh, God knows,

not a look nor a movement escaped me--Leas incessant in his tender

attention to her

"I had lovedof bitter

hatred which now took possession of s, for,

in spite of my suspicious and jealous nature, I loved these two--my

wife and my brother--with an intensity feould have believed me

capable of Have I , just at this tiht you to me in her arms She had tears on her face, and as

she looked down at her little white bundle, I noticed that a tear fell

on your little hand I did not like it, Cardo; though I thought I was

perfectly indifferent to ht of the tear