I really think it would be
better for you to take her home. She is generally quiet with you,
and latterly she has a fancy that you are threatened with some
danger, for she keeps whispering to herself, 'Keep Arthur from
temptation. Keep him from temptation, and don't let any harm come
to little MIGGIE.' Who is Miggie? I don't think I ever heard her
name until within the last few days." * * *
And this it was which kept Arthur St. Claire from falling. Slowly
the tears, such as strong men only shed, gathered in his eyes and
dropped upon the paper. Then his pale lips moved, and he whispered
sadly, "Heaven bless you, NINA, poor unfortunate Nina. Your prayer
SHALL save me, and henceforth Edith shall be to me just what your
darling Miggie would have been were she living. God help me to do
right," he murmured, as he thought of Edith Hastings, and
remembered how weak he was. That prayer of anguish was not
breathed in vain, and when the words were uttered he felt himself
growing strong again--strong to withstand the charms of the young
girl waiting impatiently for him in the adjoining room.
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