The girl is now grown to be a young woman, and Miss Farrel has not dared see her more than twice since she heaped such benefits upon her.

It has been her dream that some day she might reveal the truth, and that gratitude might induce love, but she has never dared put it to the test.

Lately she has not been very well, and the thought has evidently come to her more than once that she might die and never accomplish her purpose.

I almost think the poor woman had a premonition.

She gave me last night the girl's address, and she made me promise that in case of her death she should be sent for.