The shock to Mr. Delancy was a fearful one, coming as it did on a

troubled, foreboding state of mind; and reason lost for a little

while her firm grasp on the rein of government. If the old man could

have seen a ray of hope in the case it would have been different.

But from the manner and language of his daughter it was plain that

the dreaded evil had found them; and the certainty of this falling

suddenly, struck him as with a heavy blow.

For several days he was like one who had been stunned. All that

afternoon on which his daughter returned to Ivy Cliff he moved about

in a bewildered way, and by his questions and remarks showed an

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incoherence of thought that filled the heart of Irene with alarm.

On the next morning, when she met him at the breakfast-table, he

smiled on her in his old affectionate way. As she kissed him, she

said, "I hope you slept well last night, father?"

A slight change was visible in his face.

"I slept soundly enough," he replied, "but my dreams were not

agreeable."

Then he looked at her with a slight closing of the brows and a

questioning look in his eyes.

They sat down, Irene taking her old place at the table. As she

poured out her father's coffee, he said, smiling, "It is pleasant to have you sitting there, daughter."

"Is it?"

Irene was troubled by this old manner of her father. Could he have

forgotten why she was there?

"Yes, it is pleasant," he replied, and then his eye dropped in a

thoughtful way.

"I think, sometimes, that your attractive New York friends have made

you neglectful of your lonely old father. You don't come to see him

as often as you did a year ago."

Mr. Delancy said this with simple earnestness.

"They shall not keep me from you any more, dear father," replied

Irene, meeting his humor, yet heart-appalled at the same time with

this evidence that his mind was wandering from the truth.

"I don't think them safe friends," added Mr. Delancy, with

seriousness.

"Perhaps not," replied Irene.

"Ah! I'm glad to hear you say so. Now, you have one true, safe

friend. I wish you loved her better than you do."

"What is her name?"

"Rose Carman," said Mr. Delancy, with a slight hesitation of manner,

as if he feared repulsion on the part of his daughter.

"I love Rose, dearly; she is the best of girls; and I know her to be

a true friend," replied Irene.

"Spoken like my own daughter!" said the old man with a brightening

countenance. "You must not neglect her any more. Why, she told me

you hadn't written to her in six months. Now, that isn't right.

Never go past old, true friends for the sake of new, and maybe false

ones. No--no. Rose is hurt; you must write to her often--every

week."




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