"Ah, that I will--I will," came faintly from the hall without, where

Maude Glendower stood, her eyes riveted upon the upturned face of

Maude, and her whole body swelling with emotion.

A sad heritage had been bequeathed to her--a crippled boy and a

weak, blind girl; but in some respects she was a noble woman, and as

she gazed upon the two she resolved that so long as she should live,

so long should the helpless children of Matty Remington have a

steadfast friend. Hearing her husband's voice below she glided down

the stairs, leaving Louis and Maude really alone.

"Sister," said Louis, after a moment, "what of Mr. De Vere? Is he

true to the last?"

"I have released him," answered Maude. "I am nothing to him now,"

and very calmly she proceeded to tell him of the night when she had

said to Mr. De Vere, "My money is gone--my sight is going too, and I

give you back your troth, making you free to marry another--Nellie,

if you choose. She is better suited to you than I have ever been."

Though secretly pleased at her offering to give him up, J.C. made a

show of resistance, but she had prevailed at last, and with the

assurance that he should always esteem her highly, he consented to

the breaking of the engagement, and the very, next afternoon, rode

out with Nellie Kennedy.

"He will marry her, I think," Maude said, as she finished narrating

the circumstances, and looking into her calm, unruffled face Louis

felt sure that she had outlived her love for one who had proved

himself as fickle as J.C. De Vere.

"And what of James?" he asked. "Is he still in New Orleans."

"He is," answered Maude. "He has a large wholesale establishment

there, and as one of the partners is sick, he has taken his place

for the winter. He wrote to his cousin often, bidding him spare no

expense for me, and offering to pay the bills if J.C. was not able."

A while longer they conversed, and then they were summoned to

supper, Mrs. Kennedy coming herself for Maude, who did not refuse to

be assisted by her.

"The wind hurt my eyes--they will be better to-morrow," she said,

and with her old sunny smile she greeted her stepfather, and then

turned to Hannah and John, who had come in to see her.

But alas for the delusion! The morrow brought no improvement,

neither the next day, nor the next, and as the world grew dim there

crept into her heart a sense of utter desolation which neither the

tender love of Maude Glendower nor yet the untiring devotion of

Louis could in any degree dispel. All day would she sit opposite the

window, her eyes fixed on the light with a longing, eager gaze, as

if she feared that the next moment it might leave her forever.

Whatever he could do for her Louis did, going to her room each

morning and arranging her dress and hair just as he knew she used to

wear it. She would not suffer anyone else to do this for her, and in

performing these little offices Louis felt that he was only repaying

her in part for all she had done for him.




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