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ep iy ~— > ’ “TEARS, IDLE TEARS!" 369 might have bad weather sometimes, and could stop over a few hours with the family; they are kind, respectable people.” | Leda knew them well enough; she had bought ribbons from them sometimes. ‘‘One of the girls will take lessons cf you for the rent of the room,” he added, as he opened the door of a neat, snug apartment. A fresh matting on the floor, white linen blinds at the four windows, a few straw chairs, and her own grand piano-forte, constituted the furnishing of the room, together with a table for music that stood near the handsome -instrument. ‘‘ Your first scholar, Mollie Mackey, will come up to you directly. I will go down and let her know. Can I do anything more for you this morning?” She shook her head, for she could not trust her voice to speak. Her face was very pale, and her lips quivered. It was all so new and strange, and the woman had only a false, vain pride, and no true courage, to help her through her sore strait. Warren felt it best to leave her. He smiled encour- agingly as he waved her adieu and went down the steps to his office. She stood. at the window watching his tall, spare form, till it disappeared round a corner. Miss Mackey soon made her entrance before the music teacher, J/rs. Leda Morgan—so her name appeared on the card of advertisement. EComicbooks: (E(@)