She sickened, and in a day went down to the tomb: bitter was the grief of Inez, who felt little for her mother, and soon she too took her place in the churchyard.

Dr.Bryant came, and again Inez loved--again she was disappointed; and now she sat alone in the wide world, without one remaining tie to bind the future.
The hour of bitterness had come.

She looked upon that dreary future and her utter desolation, and no gleam of hope stole to her darkened soul.

An almost vacant expression settled on the dark countenance of the once beautiful maiden.

Softly the door was pushed ajar, and the form of the Padre stood within.