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"And you call THIS your second experience of happiness?" said Don Aloysius, wonderingly--"What happiness did you gain by your intervieith this old Alison?"

"Ah!" and Morgana smiled--"You would not understandcaan to live in a world of rew dark and pensive, "and I have lived in it ever since That is why I say my visit to old Alison was ain many times since then, but not with quite the same impression"

"She is alive still?"

"Oh, yes! I often fancy she will never die!"

There was a silence of so over to the old well, studied the cri scrutiny

"How beautiful they are!" she said--"And they seem to serve no purpose save that of sih for ive joy and re-create joy is the mission of perfection"

She looked at him wistfully

"Alas, poor ive joy nor create it!"

"Not even with all your wealth?"

"Not even with all my wealth!" she echoed "Surely you--a priest--knohat a delusion wealth really is so far as happiness goes?-- with it--and there's the trouble! When everything is bought there's nothing left! And if you try to help the poor they resent it--they think you are doing it because you are afraid of thes to do is to help artists--artists of every kind!--for THEY say you want to advertise yourself as a 'generous patron'! Oh, I've tried it all and it's no use I was just crazy to help all the scientists,--once!--but they argued and quarrelled so much as to which 'society' deserved most ' ,--but he would have none of !"

"Oh! There is one ood father!" And Morgana left the passion-flowers and moved slowly back to her seat on the stone-bench--"There is one man! He was my third and last experience of happiness When I firstpulsation--but like a wave of the sea, the pulsation recoiled, and never again beat on the griaily, and a delicate colour flushed her face "But I was happy while the 'wave' lasted,--and when it broke, I still played on the shore with its pretty foam-bells"