Since the morning when Adah confided to her a part of her history, she

had never alluded to it or intimated a desire to hear more; but she

thought much about it, revolving in her mind various expedients for

finding and bringing back to his allegiance the recreant lover.

"If I were not bound to secrecy," she thought one day, as she sat

waiting for Adah's return from the post office, "if I were not bound to

secrecy, I would tell Brother John, and perhaps he might think of

something. Men's wits are sometimes better than women's. When she comes

back from the office I mean to see what she'll say."

Adah did not join Anna at once, but went instead to her own room, where

she could read and cry alone over the nice long letter from Alice

Johnson, telling how much they missed her, how old Sam pined for Willie,

how Mrs. Worthington and Hugh mourned for Adah, and how she, Alice,

prayed for the dear friend, never so dear as now that she was gone. Many

and minute were Alice's inquiries as to whether Adah had yet seen Dr.

Richards, when was he expected home, and so forth.

Adah placed her letter in her pocket, and then went to sit with Anna,

whose face lighted up at once, for Adah's society was like sunshine to

her monotonous life.

"Rose," she said, after an interval of silence had elapsed, "I have been

thinking about you all day, and wishing I might do you good. You have

never told me the city where you met Willie's father, and I fancied it

might be Boston, until I remembered that your advertisement was in the

Herald. Was it Boston?"

It was a direct question, and Adah answered frankly.

"It was in New York," while Anna quickly rejoined.

"Oh, I'm so glad! for now you'll let me tell Brother John. He has lived

there so much he must know everybody, or at all events he may find that

man and bring him back. You will have to give his name, of course."

Adah's face was white as ashes, as she replied: "No, no--oh, no. He could not find him. Nobody can but God. I am willing

to wait His time. Don't tell your brother, Miss Anna--don't."

She spoke so earnestly, and seemed so distressed, that Anna answered at

once: "I will not without your permission, though I'd like to so much. He is

coming home by-and-by. His wedding day is fixed for April ----, and he

will visit us before that time, to see about our preparations for

receiving 'Lina. We somehow expected a letter to-day. Did you get one?"

"Yes, one for your mother--from the doctor, I think," Adah replied,

without telling how faint the sight of the handwriting had made her, it

was so like George's--not exactly like his, either, but enough so to

make her heart beat painfully as she recalled the only letter she ever

received from him, the fatal note which broke her heart.




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