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Rufus, Blair had told her in his.
heart story in. a burst of confidence.
x He had married five years previously.
He was making money then freely as
a newspaper artist But reckless ways
and a rapid crowd of worthless hangers-on
had led him to dissipation.
Day by day he neglected his wife.
One night when intoxicated he had
quarreled with her. For a time she
endured his indifference. One day
she disappeared, leaving a note tell
ing him that she would try to forget
him, for surely he no longer loved her.
For three years he tasted the dregs
of dissipation. Then he reformed. He
sought his wife. He could find no
trace of her. He had taken up anew
now the earnest burden of life. In
cidentally he had come across the
Warringtons. His soul longed for
companionship and the presence of
the dear little children was a boon
"Come, children" finally spoke Mrs.
Warrington, "it is time for school."
Two of the little ones got ready.
Nella, the eldest, reminded her moth
er that she had been tardy the day
before and the teacher insisted on-
"My old hand trembles so, I dread
the task," spoke the invalid.
"Won't my doing it serve?" in
quired the accommodating Blair.
Blair wrote the excuse in question
and signed it with the name of Mrs.
"You are still thinking of her?"
spoke Mrs. Warrington, as the chil
dren departed for school and -the oth
ers .quietd down.
"Always and ever," replied Blair
"Oh, if your lost wife could only
see you now?" exclaimed the old
lady. "If she could only-know hep
faithful reclaimed husband!"
Blair, shook his head and went
away to" the business tasks of the daj.
-"Oh,' Mr. 'Blair!" cried Nella as he
returned that evening, "I have such
a strange story to tell you."
"Indeed?" responded Blair smiling"
ly as he stroked the fair golden hair
of his little favorite.
"Yes, it's about Miss Foster."
"The school teacher?"
"Yes, sir. When I handed her the oat
excuse yuu wrote sbe gave a great joy
big start and turned pale." 9$
"Is that true?" murmured Blair '11,6
wonderingly, ' an
"Then she. asked me to stay after j
school for a few minutes, and I dld'uAl
went on the rapid narration. "She got
began to ask me all about our home. "
Then she asked me who wrote the os
"And what did you say?" asked adi
Blair, getting interested, but as yef
completely mystified. mo
1 "I told her you did. Then shefal
asked your name, and I told her that,ift
too. Oh, Mr. Blair! you should have idt
seen her. She began to tremble.'
Then her eyes closed, for she faints tea
ed right straight away. I screameario
and some other eachers. ran in and oJt
carried her into the office room where
there is a settee." 3 $
Blair had become pale. He drewbifr
vp rigid. As a man in a dream he
stood staring straignt Deiore mm.
The invalid had come to her feet.,ocr
She slowly hobbled to his side. She 0
whispered quiveringly in his ear: ,9.
"May this mean happiness fpr allxjg
you have done for us!"
' "And, oh," added little Nella. "Iroo
couldn't help thinking an day long to?
how much Miss Foster looks like the
picture of the ,lady you drew on the joj
window pane this morning. QT
Mrs. Warrington was putting onna
her hood and shawl. She touched uri
tie arm of Blair.
"Mr. Blair, will you stay here and irfj
look after the children while I visit ri
a neighbor for a little while?" she ba
He did not speak, he only nodded ,da
his assent." He sank to a chair
thinking, dreaming, hoping! ab
The little ones seemed to recog-
nize a new mood. They must not dia-
turb. They amused themselves .in