long and earnestly upon Ellen's face.

"Ah! what a loving heart have I wronged!" she murmured, putting her
hand upon the brow of her new-found child, tenderly. Then she drew
her again almost convulsively to her bosom.

All that was passing within was heard without, for Charles and his
sister were at the door: they entered at this moment.

"My mother!" exclaimed Charles, springing towards her.

"My son--my dear son! God bless you, and this dear child, who has
watched for days and nights like an angel about my pillow."

The mother and son were in each other's arms in a moment. All was
forgiven.

From that hour, the proud woman of the world saw with a purified
vision. From that hour, she knew the worth of a pure heart.






SMITH AND JONES; OR, THE TOWN LOT.