“The lady w-ho plays and sings?”
“Yes.”
His face had become more human, and
one day ho asked for tlie chaplain. "You
are a good man,” he said to him, “and
I want to tell you my story. I do not be
lieve in your religion, but I believe your
religion lias made you pity- the lives of
those Avhose evil passions have misled
them.”
Tho pastor drew' near and listened to
a strange story- of crime and vice; it Avas
an extremely sad title, showing how the
nature of man may become warped and
moral traits sunk as a. consequence of
careless living. It sounded like a ro
mance. After she had married the rich
American, her rejected suitor had plung-
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ed in the wildest life of dissipation. Ills
strength of character was gone, and a
pitiable weakness was apparent. He
tried to forget, and rvith aim, as with
many others, that was his undoing. In
stead of manfully- standing up t.nder tho
blow, and doing his best to fulfill his
destiny- and lead at least a useful life,
Im bent like a reed and swept, along in
the tide that bears the multitude of
erring souls to the groat sea of dishonor
aud crime. He was a gentlemanly swin
dler of the most adroit type. His success
in floating slock companies
was grea t. As Ihe had'personal fascina
tion, so he forpd easy victims of both
sexes. '
“How is the patient?” said a voice. It
was the woman who had sent the bird.
The man on the couch looked at her and
then gave a cry.
