There was great excitement in Mrs. Stanley’s family when it was known that Nellie was to go away and be sent to school in New Haven.  “I wonder,” said Mrs. Stanley, “who pays the expenses?  It can’t be Judge ——­ (naming the gentleman who had seemed so much interested in Nellie), for I am sure he would not be stupid enough to take a street beggar, as it were, and educate her.”  A second thought convinced her that it must be the said gentleman, and she suddenly felt an inclination to do something herself for the hitherto neglected kitchen girl.

Accordingly, Nellie was summoned to the parlor and the state of her wardrobe inquired into.  It was found to be lamentably deficient in even the necessary articles of clothing.  Mrs. Stanley then turned her rag bag inside out and rummaged through several boxes in the garret which had not seen the light for several years.  The result of her search was three or four cast-off garments, which the cook said “were so bad the rag man would hardly buy them.”  Mrs. Stanley, however, thought they were quite a gift, and gave Nellie many injunctions as to when she should wear them.  Nellie thought it doubtful whether she should wear them all; but she said nothing, and in a few days she left Mrs. Stanley’s house for a more pleasant home at Mr. Barnard’s.

It was a great mystery to Nellie who it could be that had befriended her; but if Mr. Barnard knew, he kept the knowledge to himself, and Nellie was obliged to remain in ignorance.  She was, however, satisfied that the gentleman, whoever he was, was both able and willing to carry out his plan, for money for the payment of her school bills was regularly remitted to Mr. Barnard.  At the time when she wished to leave New Haven, she had written to Mr. Barnard on the subject, and in due time had received from him a letter saying that the gentleman who was educating her was not only willing but anxious to have her sent to Geneva.

Soon after her arrival there she chanced to meet Judge Fulton and his wife.  Something in their looks seemed familiar, and also awoke a painful reminiscence of the dark kitchen and the lone garret far off in the great city.  She could not remember ever having seen them, and so dismissed the subject from her mind, merely wondering if they knew that she who was to be their brother’s wife once lighted fires and cleaned potatoes as a common servant girl.

The reader will perhaps have imagined that the gentleman who befriended Nellie was none other than Judge Fulton.  He was incited to this act of kindness by the same benevolent feeling which prompted all his deeds of charity.  He had no daughters, and his intention was, first to see what improvement she would make of her advantages, and if he were satisfied, he would take her home as his adopted daughter.  He was somewhat surprised when, two years before the time of which we are speaking, he received through Mr. Barnard a letter from Nellie addressed to, “My