Harper's weekly . i-ped her ami with buaihle-- eagerue--. inak-; her look ii]i into his face. Her own turnedite a- death, she gasped and would have till-. but he caught her in his arms. Oh, little the «ho h -iraii to guiher annualmi. he , half led her heck- insido and sat down, still supporting her in Ins ly! .May! my darling! he whi-pered, hi! my own In other and -he drew downi and kissed him on the weie sookeu at tu-t ; there was noThecarreut oi -a. h cn-,,-bnt it is a Utile child last night to he myhe said at length, but ceased
Harper's weekly . i-ped her ami with buaihle-- eagerue--. inak-; her look ii]i into his face. Her own turnedite a- death, she gasped and would have till-. but he caught her in his arms. Oh, little the «ho h -iraii to guiher annualmi. he , half led her heck- insido and sat down, still supporting her in Ins ly! .May! my darling! he whi-pered, hi! my own In other and -he drew downi and kissed him on the weie sookeu at tu-t ; there was noThecarreut oi -a. h cn-,,-bnt it is a Utile child last night to he myhe said at length, but ceased suddenlyi ijush dyed her face. hard tiling to do, t withering my lender (lower. J thoughthap- yiiii Mould not reject her; I watched t ?* Wheie aie we going? she asked, anxiously. Home, May! Oh, John! I can not! I can not! My poorushand! You niu-t let me go to hnn now, thisloment! He lies sick and helpless, and I have i-u gone s,, |,,ug abcadv! Wii addiess. May!1 She gave it, and when he had directed the. riuge to wait, then he followed hislong (lights ol stairs to the poor roo that nay. ed the nil :. gemess reviewing the f ? hack to -it her .? I ml iy ! John \ Ti>i*fii:;n in -nil: iii;.\:;T. ngnin without bunging il course I could not help iiday—cold, winterly dny- .eeks slipped by, Iher regularly. It isic-ioll she carried hoc to give lessons. I called myself ii fool, and thought of my sal-ary as a guard, and my position in life as com-pared with the gnu eiid. kuh I-:.. ;nl who come floating .don- toward me every Mondayand Wednesday morning, looking so pale and One cold December day I was shifted for aweek on to the arrival platform, and so missedseeing her leave ; but I carefully watched oery out seeing mo she hurried away. Well, therewas nothing to sigh tor there, youll say; hut Idid sigh all the .same, and was turning away,when I saw the searching porter with a music-roll in his hand, whieh some one had left in a Here! I know who that bel
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