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Don Aloysius sat in his private library,--a rooer than a ana like a child at prayer The rose and purple glow of the sunset fell aslant through a high orielof painted glass, shedding an aureole round her golden head, and intensified the fine, dark intellectual outline of the priest's features as he listened with fixed attention to the soft pure voice, vibrating with tenderness and pity as she told hiht to sacrifice itself for love's sake only

"In your Creed and insave the Spiritual,--and this e when once the sacred rite is said You need no explanation from me,--you who are a member and future denizen of the Golden City,--you, who are set apart to live long after these poor hu millions of the time--and you can have no hesitation to unite them as far as they CAN be united, so that they ues of an always evil-speaking world You once asked me to tell you of the few moments of real happiness I have known,--this will be one of the keenest joys to irl and aid her to carry out her self-chosen martyrdom And you must help me!"

Gently Aloysius laid his hand on her bent head

"It will be indeed a ! Think well of it!--a woe of nise either persons or objects, who is helpless to move, and ill remain in that pitiable state all his life, if he lives!--dear child, are you convinced there is no other way?"

"Not for her!" Morgana replied--"She has set her soul to try if God will help her to restore him,--she will surround him with the constant influence of a perfectly devoted love Dare we say there shall be no healing power in such an influence?--ho know sohair with a careful tenderness as one e of a bird

"And you?" he said, in a low tone--"What of you?"

She raised her eyes to his A light of heaven's own radiance shone in those blue orbs--an angelic peace beyond all expression