Clemence found herself again upon the side-walk, with cheeks burning with indignation, and eyes that glittered with excitement.  She walked on rapidly for the space of one or two blocks, and as her feelings became calmer, resolved to make one final effort.  She felt strong in the conscious power of innocence and rectitude, feeling sure that, being in the pathway of duty, she would ultimately succeed.

Acting upon this resolution, she soon found herself seated in an elegantly furnished apartment, where she had been shown by an obsequious waiter.  Having some time to wait, she fell into a reverie from which the voice of a gentlemen aroused her by inquiring in a dignified manner in what way he could serve her.

Clemence again went through with her explanations, blushing and stammering awkwardly enough, as the penetrating eyes fastened themselves curiously and inquisitively upon her face.

“Ah!” he speculated, when she had finished, “this is really interesting.  It is not often that I am blessed with a fair visitor in my bachelor apartments.  I do not need a governess, having, thank heaven, no such useless appendage as a troop of noisy children, but I do stand in need of some beautiful lady, like yourself, for a companion to cheer my loneliness.  I can promise you a permanent position, with ’all the comforts of a home,’ a salary of your own choosing, and ’no questions asked,’ as the newspapers say.”

“How dare you, sir?” said Clemence, in lofty scorn, as she moved towards the door, which was opened for her amid profuse apologies, none of which she deigned to notice.

“And this is trying to earn an honest living,” murmured the girl, as she found herself for the third time alone upon the pavement.  “It sounds very pretty and praiseworthy to read and talk about, but I have learned to-day that it means insult and contempt from the coarse and vulgar, and cold suspicion from those who, from their professions, should stretch out a helping hand in the spirit of Christian love and charity.”

Oh! my poor, lost sisters, who have gone before, and whose feet have stumbled and faltered in the thorny way!  He who pitied the fallen woman of old, will remember all your prayers and tears and remorseful agony.  And in that “last great day,” they who have led your inexperienced footsteps into the path that leads to the gulf of vice and misery, will suffer the vengeance of an outraged God.

This life is but a fleeting dream, of happiness to some, misery to others, but there is a home beyond, and for the faithful, a “crown of glory which fadeth not away.”  For we know that there is an inheritance for those who persevere.