In Sight of St. Paul's — page 202: what you’re looking at

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THE PANTHER’S BIRTHDAY. 197 ‘‘Poor Clementine!’’ she said, with a sorrowful shake of her blonde head. ‘‘The consumption, you know.”? Beatrice Moreland, in spite of her vagaries and her hasty temper, was not a bad woman at heart. Many of her sisters, who had been less fortunate pecuniarily than herself, could have told of acts of kindness and generosity performed by her hands. ‘Ts she dead ?’’ asked Cynthia. ‘Ves. In the hospital, two hours ago. I couldn’t leave her.”’ ‘“Poor Clementine! You knew her well, did you not ?”? “Yes. We were at school together in the country,”’ replied Beatrice, turning away with a sigh. Many of the other women present had also known the unfortunate girl and felt an instant’s commisera- tion for her untimely fate. But this was no time nor place for mourning, so very shortly Clementine was forgotten and the conversation was as lively and the laughter as loud as ever. | “Did you ever see such a dress?’’ whispered the yellow-haired girl. to the one who was seated beside her, with a nod of her head toward Beatrice. “She looks like a stained-glass window,’’ laughed her companion. Meanwhile, all unconscious of the somewhat ill- natured criticism, for the sharp tongue of the brill- comicbooks (E(6)