She locked the door, sat down by the table, laid her face on her folded arms, and wet them with her raining tears.
"I loved him so!" she thought--"my precious father! Oh, it was hard to let him go!" She cried until she could literally cry no longer.

Then she arose.

It was quite dark now, and she lighted her lamp.
"I will read his letter," she said to herself--"the letter he left for me.

I will learn this terrible secret that blighted his life." There was her writing-case on the table.

She opened it and took out the letter.