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THE ARG O-S:yY, OCTOBER, 1887. fea Pools sING.KUBIES. By SARAH DOUDNEY. - 2S Se CHAPTER XXIV. QUIET DAYS. HE morning came, and Beatrice tried to get up, and begin her old life at home. | But this was soon found to be impossible ; young and healthy as she was, her strength was not equal to the heavy demands which had been made upon it. The shock of Godwin’s letter; the hurried journey ; the long fast ; all these things had done their work. Harriet was firm, and would not let her leave her bed all day. The first post brought a letter from Alma Lindrick, full of sym- pathy and ladylike distress. As to Mr. Redburn, he was, of course, in-a violent state of consternation and rage. He had not been in the least prepared for Beatrice’s course of conduct, although (as Alma took care to say) it was a perfectly natural course, considering the circumstances. The Lindricks were not surprised ; they could not possibly be surprised at Miss Ward’s indignation. They feared that Mr. Redburn’s health would suffer through this unfortunate affair ; and could only wish that he had asked their advice before seeking that interview with Godwin Earle. The day went on. Afternoon came, and Mr. Milton came home from the City with a note in his pocket. It was only a brief note, but when Beatrice had read it, she was not, perhaps, quite so in- tensely miserable as she had been before. “My own darling,” it ran.—‘‘ You saved my life, and I have darkened yours. I can find no words to tell you how I suffer. You are ill, they say; and your illness is caused by me. Would that I could come and comfort you! But, stained and dishonoured as lam, what can I do? My heart is yours only, for ever and ever G. E.” A low sob brought Harriet to the girl’s side. With trembling fingers, Beatrice put the note into her friend’s hand. Mrs. Milton read it with tears that she did not attempt to hide. VOL. XLIV. R cCoOMmicoooKks (SO) an