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"Clara, I am not to be persuaded into anything. Leave me to myself.

You are kind, but mistaken."

"If I have said too much, forgive me; I was actuated by sincere

affection and pity for your state of mind."

"I am not an object of pity by any means," replied Beulah very

coldly.

Clara was unfortunate in her expressions; she seemed to think so,

and turned away. But, conscious of having spoken hastily, Beulah

caught her hand, and exclaimed frankly: "Do not be hurt with me; I did not intend to wound you. Forgive me,

Clara. Don't go. When are you to leave for your new home?"

"Day after to-morrow. Mr. Arlington seems anxious that I should come

immediately. He has three children--a son and two daughters. I hope

they are amiable; I dread lest they prove unruly and spoiled. If so,

woe to their governess."

"Does Mr. Arlington reside in the village to which you directed your

letter?"

"No. He resides on his plantation, several miles from the village.

The prospect of being in the country is the only redeeming feature

in the arrangement. I hope my health will be permanently restored by

the change; but of the success of my plan only time can decide."

"And when shall we meet again?" said Beulah slowly.

"Perhaps henceforth our paths diverge widely. We may meet no more on

earth; but, dear Beulah, there is a 'peaceful shore, where billows

never beat nor tempests roar,' where assuredly we shall spend an

eternity together if we keep the faith here. Oh, if I thought our

parting now was for all time I should mourn bitterly, very bitterly;

but I will not believe it. The arms of our God support you. I shall

always pray that he will guide and save you." She leaned forward,

kissed Beulah's forehead, and left the room.