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"Dear child, I have looked for you a long time. I did not think you

would wait so many weeks. Come in and sit down."

"I did not know you had been sick until I came and heard the

children speak of it. You should have sent met word. I see you have

not entirely recovered."

"No; I am quite feeble yet; but, in time, I hope I shall be well

again. Ah, Beulah, I have wanted to see you so much! so much! Child,

it seems to me I shall never get used to being separated from you."

Beulah sat on the sofa near her, and the matron's withered hands

were passed caressingly over the glossy bands of hair which lay on

the orphan's white temples.

"I love to come here occasionally; it does me good. But not too

often; that would be painful, you know."

Beulah spoke in a subdned voice, while memory painted the evening

when Eugene had sought her in this apartment and wiped away her

tears for Lilly's absence. Her features twitched as she thought of

the bitter changes that rolling years work, and she sighed

unconsciously. The matron's hands were still smoothing her hair, and

presently she said, with an anxious, scrutinizing look: "Have you been sick since you were here last?"

"No. What makes you imagine such a thing?"

"Dear child, I do not imagine; I know you look worn and ill. Why,

Beulah, hold up your hand; there, see how transparent it is! Almost

like wax! Something ails you, child; that I know well enough."

"No, I assure you, I am not ill. Sometimes, of late, I have been

troubled with the old headaches you used to cure when I was a child;

but, on the whole, I am well."

"Beulah, they tell me Eugene is married," said the kind-hearted

woman, with another look at the quiet face beside her.

"Yes; he was married nearly five months ago." A tremor passed over

her lips as she spoke.

"Did you see his wife?"

"Yes; she is a very pretty woman. I may say, a beautiful woman; but

she does not suit him. At least, I am afraid she will not."

"Ah, I knew as much! I thought as much!" cried Mrs. Williams.

"Why?" asked Beulah wonderingly.

"Oh, money cloaks all faults, child. I knew he did not marry her for

love!"

Beulah started a little, and said hastily: "You do him injustice--great injustice! Eugene was charmed by her

beauty, not her fortune?"