sobbing on his breast. The child had not forgotten the sweet
expression of those eyes, and she read in the dear features the fact
that she was not an orphan.

"Father! my dear, dear father!"

His eyes bedewed her brow with tears of joy as with loving tones he
murmured again and again: "My child! my darling!" In her warm embrace
he again felt the happiness which had been denied him during so many
weary years. After a little while, he gently turned her face up
towards him, and examined her features.

"Just like Inez! You are your mother over again, as I first saw her
under the palms and fell in love with her. In you I have found both of
my lost ones!" he said, and he smiled through happy tears.

"You will stay with me now, dear father? You will never leave me
again?" she asked anxiously.

"Yes, I will remain here, Carmen, in the dear old home, where I have
come, a worn-out pilgrim to rest."

"Poor father! how much you must have endured, working so far away from
us all! You have been all alone, no one to succor or help you; and
nothing has been heard of you for so long; all efforts to find you have
proved useless," said Carmen, as she lovingly stroked the withered
cheek. "You had vanished so utterly that they all gave you up as dead;
only my heart could never believe it. Why have you never sent us any
tidings?"