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268 SEALED LIPS. faithful ones in France for those whom he called “his poor children.” She listened to the simple re- cital of the wandering trips that he made through plains swept by simoons and through forests hardly accessible at the foot of the Atlas. When he descended from the pulpit the man of God humbly extended his hand among the crowd for assistance, the young woman took off her gold bracelet, and threw it into the plate, tying her card to it. “Will you please bring this jewel to my house,” said she, in a low voice; “I will buy it of your poor people for much more than it cost.” She could not get the thought of Patrice O’Farrell out of her head the rest of the day. He had often spoken in his letters of a saintly missionary, his only friend there, and often his guest. “Tf it should be the same!” thought the widow. It was he! The next day a visitor was an- nounced at the little apartment in Rue de Vienne. He gave the name of Pere Chrysostome. Jenny awaited him, fortunately her mother was not present to disturb the conversation. Her emo- tion was so great that she would have given some hint to the good man if he had not been intent upon hunting for the bracelet in the depths of his large pocket, where it was carefully wrapped up in a piece of newspaper. Wishing to have time to collect herself, she went Gomich 0)(0)| <S,(EC) im