n's kindnesses!

Miss Gage reached New York the first day of July. Most of the girls had
dispersed from the school. Helen was to go to the city with Mrs.
Aldred's party.

The day before a telegram from Mrs. Dayton reached her, containing this
astounding news:

"Your father has returned. You will find him staying with me."

Could it be true--after all these years?

Helen seemed to herself as one in a dream. Her sorrow for Mrs. Van Dorn
had grown with every hour and she almost abhorred herself that she
should ever have hesitated a moment about devoting her whole life to her
benefactress, who had only asked for a few years. But this new claim!
She could not ignore it. How many times she had wished for his return!
But all these years he had made no sign, expressed no desire to know
whether she were living or dead. The neglect stung her cruelly.

She had no time to consider this phase of affairs. She had about decided
to accept Mrs. Wiley's offer. There would be home and training for
another year, and she felt confident now that she could graduate. On the
other hand, there would be clothes and small current expenses even with
the strictest economy. She would be a young lady, and she shrank in
dismay from all that implied; but now she was quite at sea. There was no
one to "give the word," and pilot her through the windings.

She went to the city with Mrs. Aldred and Grace. The other voyagers were
already there. The first business on hand was a visit to the lawyer's,
where Miss Gage would meet them.

The story was substantially what the companion had written. Mrs. Van
Dorn had gone out of life in that moment of time when she had felt
confident of some years before her. She had been spared suffering and
dread.

"When all expenses are met there may be a thousand or two thousand
dollars," explained Mr. Castles. "Mr. Fenton insists upon calling for
the strictest accounting, which he has a right to do, of course, and
this means the small residue will be divided between you," bowing to
Mrs. Aldred, "and himself. I suppose she thought she would have so
little to divide it was not worth making a will. He insists the valuable
jewels shall be sold. But here is one point in which I think you will
bear me out in believing the law has no right over. Mrs. Van Dorn gave
me each year a sum to be spent on Miss Grant. It was her desire, and a
most excellent idea, I think," smiling vaguely, "that Miss Grant should
not fall into extrav