THE WE8T SHORE.
Amy Milton had played her part well aa caves
dropper and purloiner of private correspondence, and
the result of it was the denouement before described,
less than a week after the reception. Poor Cab, it
did seem to her now, more than ever, that Harold
was the only friend she had in the world. Even Dora
had weakened. Bat her grief soon gave way to in
dignation, and a new element in her nature gained
the ascendency. She was gentle and yielding to a
fault, or she could be fierce and relentless. The same
indomitable will that had planned, and would have
carried out self destruction in her early home, had
not deliverance come, came to her aid now, and Mad
ame was surprised at her almost hauteur, whon, after
hearing Dora's tearful, incoherent story, she hastened
to comfort her. Bat kindness was a key that never
failed to unlock Bab's heart, and she was soon kneel
ing at her friend's feet, begging to know if it was a
disgrace to be born under a false religion and rot
ernment " No, my darling child, no; and as I know your
history, there is nothing in it for which you are to
blame or that you need blush for. Rev. Max did not
think so, anyway," she added, slyly.
" Does he know did you toll him? "
" Yes, dear."
" Before-before we talked, that night?"
" Yes, dear."
A faint color stole into the girl's cheeks, but she
said no more. What passed between Madame and
Amy Mixton none but themselves knew, but never
had the girls seen the former wear such a threaten
ing look as on that day; and in the evening they were
treated to a lecture so unlike her usual mild remon
strance that they were thoroughly frightened. Amy
kept hor room for a day, and then all went on as be
fore, except that nothing could induce Bab to speak
to or even notice her late accuser, and it was some
time before Dora felt that sho wss fully forgiven for
even doubting. Night and morning the young Mor
mon girl knelt at her bedside in prayer, but as yet
her heart was unregenerated. She had yet to learn
of Him who could forgive Hi enemies. Uer's was a
nature above petty retaliation, however, and she sim
ply ignored her foe.
Time passed on and school would close early In
Jane, and most of the girls go to their own homes.
Harold had written Bab that he would visit hor then,
and assist Madame in searching for her mother s p.
pie. She bad had a long letter from Mm Bwinton,
too, fall of love and telling of her probable return to
America in the antamn.
Jane was almost at hand and Bab was counting
the days till Harold would be with her.
14 How happy you are of late, Bab," Dora was say
ing, when Mario Lallno, one of Madame's neicos, on
tcrod the library with the evening budget of mail.
Most of the girls were present The recipients of
letters quickly sought a quiet placo to peruse them,
and the rest consoled themselves with the rangatines
and newspapers. As Bab had received nothing she
went on with the bit of fancy work she had in her
hand, which was nothing more or less than a slipper
front she was working for Harold.
" Here, Bab, since you're uot in luck to-night I'll
divide with you," said one of the girls, laughingly, as
sho tore tho wrapper from a magnzino and tossed it
into her lap.
M Generous, aren't you?" said Bab, laying down
her work and picking it up. " They are economical
out west, anyway, to wrap their publications in old
newspapers."
There was silenco for a moment, broken by a low
moan, and Bab fell to the floor, crumpling tho bit of
paper in her clinched band. A chorus of screams
brought tho ladies of tho household to tho room.
" She has fainted, I think," said Dora, who was
already on hor knees besido tho prostrate form, chaf
ing the cold hands and temples. " There, sho is re
viving." Madame, with her usual ready wit, drew tho
crumpled paper from tho nerveless fingers and put it
in her pocket Instantly sho had indicted it as tho
cauao of the present condition of her favorite, M Hho
is not tho one to faint at nothing ," and when tho op.
portunity offered sho smoothed out tho crumpled
fragment and found her worst fears rralixed, but
kept her own counsel. When fully conscious Bab
bogged to bo left alone, saying that sho was not sick,
only tired, and Madame granted tho rrquett, judging
sho would be better alono. But morning found her
raring in a wild delirium, wLilo tho firo of fever
raged through her veins. 1W Babl Madame's de
termination was quickly taken, and tho n ut morning
Harold Bwlnton received tho following dispatch
Com it onit f fnr iU
Ho made all posiible speed, and three days later
rang tho 111 at tho Villa LalUe. It was Madamo's
white, stern face that met him.
M Corns with me," sho said, tersely.
" How is sho?" ho flterrl, but received no an
swer until Madaioo's privato parlor dour bad closl
behind them.
M Harold Hwinton, how cmld yoa blight that fair,
young lifs?" and then sho banded Lim tho fatal bit
of newspaper. His fact grew aabro as hs read-