The breach of trust : $b or, The professor and possessor of pietyLeslie, Madeline
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The breach of trust : $b or, The professor and possessor of piety
Leslie, Madeline
Piety -- Juvenile fiction
She did not start as he expected, or show any symptoms of surprise.
Presently he added, "She will be here by the ten up train, and I shall
go to meet her. So you see you have not guessed right."
With a merry laugh Helen tore open the envelope and held it out before
him.
To his astonishment he read, "Miss Constance DeWolf will visit me
to-morrow accompanied by Mr. Francis Joseph Edmond."
"Why, Sis, I hope you haven't been breaking open my letters. So you
knew it all the time. Oh, how deceitful women are!"
He laughed as he kissed her affectionately. "You must explain," he
urged, "how you found me out. But have you no congratulations to offer?"
"Not one, till I have seen her and proved her to be worthy of my
brother. If she is so, I don't think she will have any reason to
complain of my coldness. Wait a minute; and I will explain how I
ascertained the name of my relative elect."
She darted into the house and soon returned with her portfolio. Taking
from this a slip of blotting-paper, she laughingly held up before him
the impression made by the ink, which, when held before a mirror,
easily revealed the name she had placed in the envelope.
"I soon ascertained from your absorbed, absent manner that you had
a secret: and as you suddenly appeared in the character of a daily
correspondent, I put the two things together, and guessed you had a
lady-love. Haven't I waited patiently for you to tell me?"
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CHAPTER XI.
THE GUARDIAN AND HIS WARD.
TO go back a few weeks in our narrative. Mr. McKinstry succeeded, by
what means he never explained, in obtaining from Monson P. Tracy the
amount of Sarah Barrows' bill, with interest from the time it was due.
This, with the sum already subscribed, made a little more than the
three hundred dollars needed for a year's expenses at an academy near
by.
The poor orphan, crushed with the weight of her grief, dreading to look
into the future which seemed so dark and cold, could only falter out
her prayers and try to calm her bleeding heart by repeating to herself
the promises of God to the fatherless ones.
When Helen Edmond, with a face like a sunbeam, burst into her darkened
room with a paper in one hand and a roll of bills in the other, and
announced to the desolate girl the success of her plan, and the
necessity of immediate exertion in order to reach the school at
the commencement of the term, Sarah pressed her hands to her head,
bewildered with her good fortune.
At last, when her kind friend had related in detail the manner in which
the happy result had been brought about; she said:
"I do not deserve such generous kindness. I have been praying God to
open a way for me to support myself honestly, but I was faithless and
unresigned."
"But you will never be so again, Sarah. I am so glad for you. It is
necessary to go at once; and you must write me how you succeed in your
studies."
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