Not for nothing does blind fate vouchsafe such martyrs to humanity.
From their graves shall spring glorious the church of the future.
When Dolores came in next morning to say good-by, she found her
mother's body cold and stiff upon the bed, in a pure white dress,
with two crushed white roses just peeping from her bodice.
Herminia Barton's stainless soul had ceased to exist forever.
THE END.
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