It has troubled me; it has come with a strange kind of pain.

I have never suffered so much.

But it has done me good--it has made me feel that I have an immortal soul, and that you and I, John, shall meet in some better place hereafter .-- And there you will be rewarded for all your goodness to me." As John sat there, and held the little frail hand, his thoughts went back to the time when the wild impulse of his heart had been to break away from this woman, and never see her face again; and he gave thanks to God, who had led him in a better way.
* * * * * And so, at last, passed away the little story of Lillie's life.

But in the home which she has left now grows another Lillie, fairer and sweeter than she,--the tender confidant, the trusted friend of her father.

And often, when he lays his hand on her golden head, he says, "Dear child, how like your mother you look!" Of all that was painful in that experience, nothing now remains.