of Fanny's letter, saying he supposed she must be dead ere this,
and that Dora was probably living with her aunt, as it was quite
natural she should do. Then he expressed his willingness to defray
all the expense which she might be, adding that though he should
never see her, as he was resolved to spend his days in India, he
still wished to think of her as an educated and accomplished
woman.

"Accompanying this letter," he wrote, "is a check for $500, to be
used for Dora's benefit. Next year I will make another remittance,
increasing the allowance as she grows older. I have more money
than I need, and I know of no one on whom I would sooner expend it
than the child of Fanny Moore."

"Spiteful old fool!" muttered Eugenia, "I could relieve him of any
superfluous dimes he may possess."

But even Eugenia, heartless as she was, felt humbled and subdued
for a moment, as she read the latter part of her uncle's letter,
from which we give the following extract:

"I am thinking, to-day, of the past, Sarah, and I grow a very
child again as I recall the dreary years which have gone over my
head, since last I trod the shores of my fatherland. You, Sarah,
know much of my history. You know that I was awkward, eccentric,
uncouth, and many years older than my handsomer, more highly
gifted brother; and yet with all this fearful odds against me, you
know that I ventured to love the gentle, fair-haired Fanny, your
adopted sister. You know this, I say, but you do not know how
madly, how passionately such as I can love--did love; nor how the