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and at once made friends with him. (64 THRICE WEDDED. He buried his face in his hands, and she could see the pet tears trickling through his fingers and falling at his eet. Lhe sight of his sorrow recalled her to herself. ‘‘Fredrich,” said she, almost tenderly, ‘“‘forgive me, but I must tell you the truth, and it is best you should know the worst at once. Goand seek some one fairer and more worthy your love than I, and from my heart I will say Heaven bless — you.” ‘Can you ask me to do that? can you bid my heart so soon forget its allegiance?” “Ah! but you would bid mine forget its own, and come to you,” she replied, smiling. He started at the reproof. | “‘Forgive me,” he said, repentantly; *‘I am selfish in my sorrow. I accept my sentence, and will try to bear it patiently, and think myself blessed if I can but merit your friendship; and should you everneed a faithful friend, you have only to call upon Fredrich Weimher.” “Thank you, I will,” she said, frankly holding out her hand to him, while in her secret heart she honored him for his manly conduct. ‘And now,” she added, ‘‘would you like to see my hero as he was then?” Z She drew the hidden locket from its resting-place, touched. the spring, and held it up before him. He looked— _ started—looked again. ‘‘Miss Dupont,” he exclaimed, ‘‘surely it connot be—but it must be—it is one of the dearest friends I have! Robert Ellerton! strange I did not think before. Why, Dora, I know your boy-husband—he and I have spent many an hour in hard study together, though he is younger, and I gradu- ated a year ago. Heisasplendid fellow, and worthy even of your priceless love.” She had listened in pale and silent amazement to his words, while she trembled in every nerve with joyous excite- ment, and now poured forth a perfect torrent of questions. And he gave her the whole story. | When Robert Ellerton first entered the German institute he was a lonely, sorrowful boy, always pale and silent, buta erfect scholar, never knowing what the word failure meant. redrich Weimher, noble, kind-hearted, and tender, pitied the stranger so far from his native land, sought him out, =, “comicbooks.com