A wrong so darkly done;
Nor will I ever, as I live,
Regard the faithless one
As erst mine own familiar friend,
Whose fealty was my boast.
Yes, those on whom we most depend
Have power to wound us most.’”
Miss Trevalyn lost no time in applying to the nurse, Mrs. Brent, for admission for her mother and herself for a few days beneath her humble roof; but in this instance fate was unkind to the young lady. Mrs. Brent had no room to spare, she was informed. She returned to the hotel greatly upset, wondering what on earth was to be done now.
As she opened the door of their room, Mrs. Trevalyn flew toward her laughing and crying hysterically by turns.
“We shall not remain in Newport another hour, my love!” she cried. “See, here is another letter from your father, and it has put new life into me. Read it, Queenie.”