Very pretty Jenny looked, with her blue eyes and damp pink cheeks; and it was a manly, grave love in Sam's face, when it turned to her.

A different love from any she had known: better, she thought.

It could not be helped; but it WAS better.
After they were gone, she lay a long time quiet, with her hand over her eyes.

Forgive her! she, too, was a woman.

Ah, it may be there are more wrongs that shall be righted yonder in the To-Morrow than are set down in your theology! And so it was, that, as she drew nearer to this To-Morrow, the brain of the girl grew clearer,--struggling, one would think, to shake off whatever weight had been put on it by blood or vice or poverty, and become itself again.