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The Hidden Life

by Sallie

The wind and rain of a cold night in early winter were sweeping through the streets of the city.

Very few were astir, for the hour was past midnight, and all had sought shelter from the cold and driving rain.

A way up in the third story of a tall brick tenement a bright light burned, and every few moments a woman’s face would be pressed against the shutterless pane, as if looking for and expecting some one.

At length the weary watcher turned from the window with a sigh, and seated herself before the bright fire, evidently kept burning for the person she was watching for.

“It is… Read More