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STAR’S DETERMINATION. 209 again. I only want to get away from them a//, and never see their faces more. ” Her voice broke with such a wail of despair in it that the old -man could not find it in his heart to refuse her anything. ‘* Very well; we will go away to-morrow,” he said, sorrow- fully. ‘ “Oh, thank you, Uncle Jacob!” the unhappy girl said, eagerly; ‘‘ana will you go without letting them know? They would never consent, and I do not wish them even to know where I[ yo.” ‘““Yes; we will go without saying anything to any one. We can leave a note telling them why we go, and it shall be the obiect of the little time that remains to me to care for you and try to make your young life a little brighter than it has been,” he returned, thoughtfully. ‘* How early can you be ready?” he asked, after a moment. ‘By daylight; the earlier the better,” she returned, earnestly. ‘‘Every moment here is full of pain for me.” ‘Very well; there is a six o'clock train—the workingmen’s train—into New York; we will take it, and find a home for curselves somewhere in the city. But how about your school, Stare They will seek for you there.” ‘‘T will go to Professor Roberts and tell him that circum- stances compel me to leave, and ask him for 2 recommendation to some other institute. ‘There are others in the city where they would never dream of looking for me, and where | can eraduate next year, as I have planned to do.” ‘Tt shall be just as you wish, my dear; I feel that I am doing you no wrong in gratifying you. You shall be like a young daughter to me, and I—I promise I will be no burden to you, notwithstanding that Iam old and feebie,” Mr. Rosevelt answered, with a sad smile. | ‘‘A burden!” Star repeated, with quivering lips. ‘‘Oh, please da not imagine such a thing! It is you who are to take f Gomicbooks (E(0) =