The New Magdalen

A momentary smile, the most weary, the most hopeless, that ever saddened

a woman's face, appeared in the reflection which her mirror gave her

back. "Haggard, ghastly, old before my time!" she said to herself.

"Well! better so. He will feel it less--he will not regret me."

With that thought she went downstairs to meet him in the library.