luxurious home of the rich, and "Happy New Year" was echoed from lip to lip, as if on that day there were no aching hearts-no garrets where the biting cold looked in on pinch

and now, as she sat at her bountifully-furnished breakfast table sipping her fragrant chocolate, she thought of the poor widow, Dora'

ho, before the glowing grate, was reading the morni

me dreary attic or dark, damp basement; but it is well,

entered. The fire had long since gone out, and the night wind, as it poured down the chimney, had scattered the cold ashes over the hearth and out upon the floor. Piles of snow lay on the window sill, and a tumbler in which some water had been l

ancing forward-"can she, too, be dead!" and

t she turned towards her mother, the dread reality was forced upon her, and in bitter tones she cr

ng the inmates from the adjoining room, gave orders that the body should receive the necessary attention; then, learning as much as was possible of Dora's hist

th eyes of deepest blue, and locks of golden hair, smiled a joyous welcome to him whose first New Y

ch now tenderly pressed those of Ella Grey as the young man answered, "I have not felt like going out today, for my first call saddened me;" and then, with his arm around the fairy form of Ella,

It is true, she had once given a party dress to a starving woman, and a pound of candy to a ragged boy who had asked for aid, but here her charity ended; so, tho

and hastened to ask numberless questions about Dora-"How old was she? Did he think her pretty, and hadn't she better go to the funera

is going to live in the country with some r

would rather freeze in New York t

n's brow, as he said, "Do you indeed ob

ed, "Oh, no, I can be happy anywhere with you, but do p

e when Ella would be all his own. Eleven o'clock sounded from more than one high tower, and at each stroke poor Dora Deane moaned in anguish, thinking to herself, "Last night at this time she was here." Eleven o'clock, said Ella Grey's diam

inquire. But no matter. We shall never meet again;" an

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