"Six years ago we married; secretly,—against my parents' wishes. They were right; he was wild—loved wine, cards, fast horses, but me too, and oh, how I loved him! He was Harry's ruin; both had to fly, and I have never taken his name openly; no one knew what he was to me, but my own family; and I thought no one need know. Perhaps it was wrong—but how could I bare my heart to a stranger?"
"You were not called upon to do so," Mrs. Travilla said, with emotion; for the sad story had deeply touched her heart.
The mournful eyes turned upon her with a grateful look, then closed in the sleep of utter exhaustion.
She passed away that night very calmly and peacefully, trusting in her Redeemer; and as Mildred gazed upon the solemn scene she thanked God that she had been permitted to lead one soul to Him, to smooth one dying pillow, and that Heaven would make amends to the sorely tried one, for all she had been called upon to endure on earth.
Chapter Nineteenth.
"A lovely being, scarcely formed or molded,