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A great bowl is being raised because we are supplying our custom- ers with of the best makes DEPARTMENT. THE SAVINGS BAR K. For all kinds of d. KELLY, Agent. FOR THE FARMEH him, and he even hurried her away beiore Aunt Betsy had time to kiss her. And yet the people think it such a splendid match for Katy, be- cause he is so rich and generous. Gave the clergyman fifty dollars and the sexton five, so I heard; but that does not help him with me. I know it's wicked, Morris, but I find myself taking real comfort in hating Wilford Cameron." “Positively, Cousin Morris, he act- ed all the while he was in the church as if he were doing something of which he was ashamed; and then did you notice how impatient he seemed when the neighbors were shaking hands with Katy at the depot, and bidding her good-bye? He looked as if he thought they had no right to touch her, she was so much their su- perior, just because she had married “That is wrong, Helen, all wrong," and Morris tried to reason with her; but his arguments this time were not Very strong, and he finallyeaid to her inadvertently: “If I can lor- give Wilford Cameron for marrying our Katy, you surely ought to do so, {or he has hurt me the most." “I have had a hard. day's work," he said. “I am always tired at night," and he tried to smile and appear natural. “Are you very lone- ly at. the farm-house?" he asked, and then Helen broke out afresh, mourn- ing sometims for Katy, and again denouncing Wilford as proud and heartless. It was some little solace to them all that day to follow Katy in her journey, saying, she is at Worcester, or Framingham, or Newtown, and when at noon they sat down to din- ner in the tidy kitchen they said: “She is in Boston," and the saying so made the time which had elapsed since the morning seem interminable. Slowly the hours dragged, and at last, before the sunsetting, Helen, who could bear the lonliness of home no longer, stole across the fields to Linwood, hoping in Morris's compan- ionship to forget her own grief in part. But Morris was a sorry com- iorter then. He had ministered as usual to his patients that day, list- ening to their complaints and an- swering patiently their inquiries, but amid it all he walked as inamaze, hearing nothing except the words: “1, Katy, take thee, Wilford, to be my wedded husband,” and seeing nothing but the airy little figure which stood up on tiptoe for him to kiss its lips at parting. His work for the day was over now, and he sat alone in his library when Helen came hurriedly in, starting at sight of his face, and asking if he was ill. “You, Morris! you. you!" Helen kept repeating. standing back still farther and farther from him, while strange. overwhelming thoughts pass- ed like lightning through her mind as she thanked the paliid face. where was written since the mornin more than one line of suflering, $.15 saw in the brown eyes a look such as they were not wont to wear. “Mor- ris, tell meâ€"teli me trulyâ€"did you IOVe my sister Katy? ' and with an impetuous rush Helen knelt beside him. as, laying his head upon the table he answered: ”Yes, Helen. God forgive me if it were wrong. I did love. your sister Katy, and 1mm t‘nr yet, and that is the hardest to l, r." All the tender pitying woman was roused in Helen. and like a sister she smoothed the locks of damp, dark hair, keeping a perfect silence as the strong man, no longer able to bear Up, wept like a very child. For a time Helen felt as if bereft of reason, while earth and sky seemed blended in one wild chaos as she thought, “Oh, why couldn't it have been? Why didn’t you tell her in time?" and at last she said to him: “If Katy had known it! Oh, Morris, why didn’t you tell her? She never guessed it, never! If she hadâ€"if she had." Helen’s breath came chokingly, “I am Very sureâ€"yes. I know it might have been!" on his way to Linwood. It was well for him that there were many sick ones on his list. for in attending to them he forgot himself in part, so that the day with him passed faster than at the farm-house, where life and its interests seemed suddenly to have stopped. Nothing had power to rouse Helen, who never realized how much she loved her young sister un- til now, when she listlessly put to rights the room which had been theirs so long, but which was now hers alone. It was a sad task' pick- ing up that disordered chamber, hear. ing so many traces of Katy, and Helen's heart ached terribly as she hung away the little pink calico dressing-gown in which Katy had looked so prettily, and picked up from the floor the pile of skirts just where they had been left the previous night: but when it came to the little half-worn slippers which had been thrown one here and another there as Katy danced out of them, she could control herself no longer, and stopping in her work, sobbed bitter- ly: “Oh, Katy, Katy, how can I live without you!” But tears could not bring Katy back, and knowing this. Helen dried her eyes are long and joined the family below, who like herself were spiritless and sad. on... - ~ w“.- “Why did you invite him to Lin- wood?" Helen began. “I am sure we have had city guests enough. Oh, it Wilford Cameron had only never come, we should have had Katy now," and the sister love overcame every other {eeling, making Helen cry bitterly as they drove back to the {arm-house. "Mex-rig could not. comfort her then, and so in silence he left her and went é'gbgéaymmywuwawgwgwgéawkaéagqéaége Purified * * by Suffering CHAPTER XI. Every human heart is susceptible of flattery, and Helen's was not an exception. Still with her ideas of city men she could not at once think favorably of Mark Ray, just for a few complimentary words which might or might not have been in earnest, and she found herself look- ing forward with nervous dread to the time when he would stop at Lin- wood, and of course call on her, as he would bring a. letter from Katy._ “Your loving, Katy Cameron." “Five hundred dollars!" and Aunt Betsy held up her hands in horror, while Helen sat a long time with the letter in her hand, cogitating upon its contents, and especially upon the part referring to herself, and what Mark Ray had said to her. Very sadly to the inmates of the farm-house rose the morning of the day when Katy was to sail, and as if they could really see the tall masts of the vessel which was to bear her away, the eyes of the whole family were turned often to the eastward with a wistful, anxious gaze, while on their lips and in their hearts were earnest prayers for the safety of that ship and the precious freight it bore. But hours, however sad, will wear themselves away, and so the day went on, succeeded by the night, un- til that too had passed and another day had come, the second of Katy's ocean life. At the farm-house the work was all done up, and Helen in her neat gingham dress, with her hands of brown hair bound about her head, sat sewing, when she was startled by the sound of wheels, and looking up saw the boy employed to carry packages from the express oi- flce, driving to their door with a trunk, which he said had come that morning from Boston. “The steamer sails in three days, and I will write again before that time, sending it by Mr. Ray, who is to stop over one train at Linwood. Wilford has just come in, and says I have written enough for now, but I must tell you. he has bought me a diamond pin and earrings which Esther, who knows the value of everything, says never cost less than five hundred dollars. In oozvne surprise Helen hastened to unlock it. with the key which she found appended to it. The trunk was full, and ox'er the whole a linen towel was folded, while on the top of that lay a letter in Katy's hand- writing, direCted to Helen, who, sit- ting down upon the floor, broke the seal and read as follows: “Boston, June â€", Revere House. Nearly midnight. “My Dear Sister Helen: I have just come in from a little party given by one of Mrs. Harvey's friends. and I .d, who jabbers French ie, for she speaks that 'well as her own, having " with the family once ‘ flat is why they sent her no; they knew her services would fl invaluable in Paris. Her name is Esther, and she came the day after we did, and brought me such a beau- tiful mantilla irom Wilford's mother, and the loveliest dress. JUst. the pattern was fifty dollars, she said. “By the way, Helen, I heard him tell Wilford that you had one of the best shaped heads he ever saw, and that he thought you decidedly good looking. I must tell you now of the only thing which troubles me in the shall get used to that. It is so strange Wilford he a word until she came. 'tle Katy Lennox with a There was a fresh bond of sympa- thy now between Morris and Helen, and the latter needed no caution against repeating what she had dis- covered. The secret was safe with her, and by dwelling on what “might have been," she forgot to think so much of what was, and so the first days after Katy’s departure were more tolerable than she had thought it possible for them to be. At the close of the fourth there came a short note from Katy, who was still in Boston at the Revere, and perfect- ly happy, she said, going into ecsta- sies over her husband, the best in the world, and certainly the most gener- ous and indulgent. “Such beautiful things as I am having made," she wrote, “when 1 already had more than I needed, and so I told him, but he only smiled a queer'kind of smile as he said: ‘Very true; you do not need them.’ I wonder then why he gets me more. Oh, I forgot to tell you how much I like his cousin, Mrs. Harvey, who boards at the Revere, and whom Wilford consults about my dress. I am somewhat afraid of her, too, she is so grand, but she pets me a great deal and laughs at my speeches. Mr. Ray is here, and I think him splendid. Morris involuntarily thought of these lines, but they only mocked his sorrow as he an- swered Helen : “ I doubt if you are right; I hope you are not. Katy loved me as her brother, nothing more, I am confident. Had she wait- ed till she was older, God only knows what might have been, but now she is gone and our Father will help me to bear, will help us both, if we ask him, as we must." And then, as only he could do, Morris talked with Helen until she felt her hardness towards Wilford giv- ing way, while she wondered how Morris could speak so kindly of one who was his rival. “Not of myself could I do it," Morris said; “but I trust in One who says ‘As thy days shall thy strength be, and He, you know, never fails." “Of all the words 0! tongue or pen, Thebsaddest are theseâ€"It might have een." MARY J. HOLMES, BY “Oh, Morris, look! he has sent back all Katy’s clothes, which you bought and I worked so hard to make. They were not good enough for his wife to wear, and so he in- united us. Oh, Katy, I never fully realized till now how wholly. she is lent. to us!" It seemed to her like Katy's grave, and she was sobbing bitterly, when a step sounded outside the window, and a Voice called her name. It was Morris, and lifting up her head Helen said passionately: “Helen, Helen," Morris kept lay- ing. tryingfio gtop her, for, @1059, be- This was Katy's letter, and it brought a gush of tears from the four women remembered so lovingly in it, the mother and the aunts steal- ing away to weep in secret, without ever stopping to look at the new dresses sent. to them by Wilford Camâ€" eron. They were very soft, very handsome, especially Helen's rich golden brown, and as she looked at it she felt a thrill of satisfaction in knowing it was hers, but this quick- ly passed as she took out one by one the garments she had folded with so much care, wondering when Katy would wear each one and where she would be. “And now I must stop, {or Wilford says so. Dear Helen, dear all of you, I can't help crying as 1 say good-bye. Remember little Katy, and if she ever did anything bad, don't lay it up against her. Kiss Morris and Uncle Ephraim, and say how much I love them. Darling sis- ter, darling mother, good-bye." “She will never wear them, neverâ€" they are not fine enough for her noun" she exclaimed, and as she just then came upon the little plaid, she laid her head upon the trunk lid, while her tears dropped like rain in among the discarded articles con- damned by Wilford Cameron. “This afternoon the dresses came home, and they do look beautifully, while every one has belt, and gloves and ribbons. and sashes, and laces or musllns to matchâ€"fashionable people are so particular about these things. I have tried them on, and except that I think them too tight, they fit admirably, and do give me a different air from what Miss Hazel- ton’s did. But I really believe 1 like the old ones best, because you helped to make them; and when Wil- ford said I must send them home, I went where he could not see me and cried, becauseâ€"well, I hardly know why I cried, unless I feared you might feel badly. Dearest Helen, don’t, will you? I IOVe you just as much, and shall remember you the same as if I wore the dresses. Dearest sister, 1 can fancy the look that will come over your face, and I wish I could be present to kiss it away. Imagine me there, will you? with my arms around your neck, and tell mother not to mind. Tell her I nm'er loved her so well as now, and that when 1 come home from Europe I shall bring her ever so many things. There is a new black silk for her in the trunk, and one for each of the aunties, while for you there is a lovely brown, which Wilford said was just your style, telling me to select as nice a silk‘ as I pleased, and this he did, I think, because he guessed I had been crying. He asked me what made my eyes so red, and when I would not tell him he took me with him to the silk store and bade me get what I liked. Oh, he is the dearest, kindest husband, and I love him all the more because I am the least bit afraid of him. am so tired, for you know I am. not accustomed to such late hours. The party was very pleasant indeed, and everybody was so kind to me, espe- cially'Mr. Ray, who stood by me all the time, and who somehow seemed to help me, so that I knew just what to do, and was not awkward at. all. I hope not. at least for Wilford's sake. “You do not know how grand and dignified he is here in Boston among his own set; he is so different from what he was in Silverton that I should be afraid of him if I did not know how much he loves me. He shows that in every action, and I am perfectly happy, except when I think that to-morrow night at this time I shall be on the sea, going away from you all. Here it does not seem far to Silverton, and I often look towards home wondering what you are doing, and if you miss me any. I wish I could see you once before I go, just to tell you all how much I love youâ€"more than I ever did be- fore, I am sure. “ “And now I come to the trunk. I know you will be surprised at its contents, but you cannot be more so than I was when Wilford said I must pack them up and send them back-â€" all the dresses you and Marion “Well, as I was telling you, I was measured and fitted, and my figure praised, until my head was nearly turned, only I did not like the hor- rid stays they put on me, squeezing me up and making me feel so stiff. Mrs. Harvey says no lady does with- out them, expressing much surprise, that I had never worn them, and so I submit to the powers that be; but every ghance I get here in my room I take them of! and throw them on the floor, where Wilford has stumbl- ed over them two or three times. ”NO. 011 no!" and Helen felt her strength leave her wrists in one sud- den throb as the letter dropped from her hand, while she tore 03 the linen covering and saw for herself that Katy had written truly._ . Q “It seems that people traveling in Europe do not need many things, but what they have must be just right, and so Mrs. Cameron wrote for Mrs. Harvey to see to my wardrobe, and if I had not exactly what was pro- per she was to procure it. It is very funny that she did not find a single proper garment among them all, when we thought them so nice. They were not just the style, she said, and that was very desirable in Mrs. Wil- ford Cameron. Somehow she tries to impress me with the idea that Mrs. Wilford Cameron is a very dif- ferent person from little Katy Len- nox, but I can see no difl'erence ex- cept that I am a great deal happier and have Wilford all the time. "" 'U She could not Weep then. but her face was white as marble as she again took up the letter and com- menced at the point where she had broken ofl. the northern part of England, and from thence into Scotland, Katy at the inn nt Alnwiclt, near to Aln- wick Castle. Wilford had seemed very anxious to get there, leaving London before Katy was quite ready, and hurrying across the country un- til Alnwick was reached. He had been there before, years ago, he said, but no one seemed to recognize him, though all paid due respect to the distinguished looking American and his beautiful young wife. An en- trance into Alnwick Castle Wu easi- ly obtained. and Katy felt that all her girlish drums of grandeur and magnificence were more then realized here in this home of the Percy's, where ancient and modern style- of as. nearly perfectly happy as a young bnde well can be, und the becple at. the farm-house felt. them-elves more and more kind! disponed towards ‘IY‘II-_.I I‘_.__ -A- "Will need not be ashamed of that. man, though I don't suppose I should really want. him coming suddenly in among a drawing room full of guests." “ruining Marl-L, but Mark was fully competent to entertain himself, and thought -the hour spent at Linwood a very pleasant one, half wishing for some excuse to tarry longer; but there was none, and so at the ap- pointed time he bade Morris good- bye and went on his way to New York. This was Morris's reply, and the two then proceeded on in silence un- til they reached the boundary line be- tween Morris's farm and Uncle Eph- raim's, where they found the deacon mending a bit of broken (ence, his coat lying on a pile of stones, and his wide, blue cotton trousers hang- ing loosely around him. When told who Mark was, and that he brought news of Katy, he greeted him cordi- ally, and sitting down upon his fence listened to all Mark‘ had to stay. Between the old and young man there seemed at once a mutual lik- ing, the former saying to himself as Mark went on, and he resumed his work: “I most. wish it wu this chap with Katy on the sea. I like his looks the best," while Mark’s thoughts were: “Miss Lennox is not much like her sister." “Not much, no; but Helen is a splendid girlâ€"more strength of char- acter, perhaps, than Katy, “ho is younger than her years even. She has always been petted from bab’yhood; it will take time or some great sorrow to show what she really is." His warm hand unclasped from Helen's, and with another good-bye he was gone, without seeing either Mrs. Lennox, Aunt Hannah or Aunt Betsy. This was not the time for extending acquaintance, he knew, and he went away with Morris, feel- ing that the {arm-house, so far as he could judge, was not exactly what Wilford had pictured it. But then he came for a wife, and I did not," he thought, while Helen’s face came before him as it looked up to Morris, and he wondered. were he obliged to choose between the sisters, which he should prefer. During the few days passed in Boston he had become more than half in love \ lth Katy himself, almost enVying his friend the pretty little creature he had won. She was Very beautiful and very fas- cinating in her simplicity, but there was something in Helen's face more attractive than mere beauty, and Mark said to Morris as they walked along: hind him was mart Ray, wno heard her distinctly, and glancing in, saw her kneeling before the trunk, her pale face stained with tears, and her dark eyes shining with excitement. Mark Ray understood it at once, feeling indignant at Wilford for thus unnecessarily wounding the sensitive girl, whose expression, as she sat there upon the floor, with her face upturned to Morris, haunted him for months. Mark was sorry for herâ€"so sorry that his first impulse was to go quietly away, and so spare her the mortiflcation of knowing that he had witnessed that little scene; but it was now too late. As she finished speaking her eye fell on him, and coloring scarlet she struggled to her feet, and coverirx}r her face with her hands wept sti l more violently. Mark was in a dilemma, and whis- pered softly to il‘orris: “I think I will leave. You can tell her all I â€"â€"°__v _ "I have known Wilford Cameron for years; he is my best friend, and I rt.L spect him as a. brother. In some things he may be peculiar. but he will make your sister a kind hus- band. He loves her devotedly, I know, choosing her from the throng of ladies who would gladly have taken her place. I hope you will like him for my sake as well as Kuty's." Lexi , W “U ' “v ‘3‘.“- ' I'vvâ€"v â€" .. happy, and attracted universal ad- miration wherever she went. No al- lusion whatever was made to the trunk during the time of Mark's stay, which was not long. I! he took the next train to New York, he had but an hour more to spend, and feeling that Helen would rather he spend it at Linwood he soon arose to go. Offering his hand to Helen, there passed from his eyes into hers [11361; which had over her a strange- ly quieting Influence, and prepared her for a. remark which otherwise might have seemed out 9! place. __- .'n . ‘ CHAPTER XII with each letter re,- “ 80121; soon into t. of England, and 0 Scotland, Katy Where Wilford intended to pass the winter, journeying in the spring through diflerent parts of Europe. He was in no haste to return to Amâ€" eriu; he would rather stay where he could have Katy all to himself. sway from her family and his own. But it WMJIOI: to. be. and not vs! Ion: There was a trip to Edinburgh, a stormy passage across the Straits of Dover. a two months' sojourn in P93“. end then they went to Rome. on the morrow they werevto leave tho neighborhood of Alnwick for the heather bloom: of Scotland. But not in any way did this feeling maniicst itself to Katy, who, as she alwnye wrote to Helen, was very. Very happy, and never more so, por- hm, than while they were at Aln- wick, where, as if he had something {or which to atone; he was unusualâ€" ly kind and indulgent, caressing her with unwanted tenderness, and mak' in; her ask him once if he loved her u great deal more now than when they were first married. "Y0. darling, a great deal more," was Wilford's answer, as he kissed her upturned lace, and then went for the [alt time to Genevra's grave; {or With three thousand miles between him and his wife's relatives, Wilford Could endure to think of them; but whenever letters cum: to Katy boar- ing the Silverton postmark, he was conscious of a far diflerent sensation from what he experienced when the poctmnrk was New York and the handwriting that of his own family. It was the only time Katy had ventured to question a single act of his, submitting without, a word to whatever was his will. Wilford know that his father would nchr have Wt” named to break a seal belonging to his mother. but he had broken Katy's and he should continue brvnking them: so he answered, laughingly: “Why, yes, I guess'theyo do.“ . My little wife has surely no secrets to hide from me?" "NO Iecrets," Katy answered, "on- ly I dld not want you to see Aunt Betsy’s letter, that's all." “I did not marry Aunt, BetS.‘"‘1 married you,’ was Wilford's reply. which meant. far more than Kat.“ guessed. “Oh, Wilford," and she crept Close- ly to him, “Aunt Betsy spells so queerly. that I was wishing you would not always open my letters first. Do all husbands do so?" over his sleeping Katy, (-oimmring her face with Genevra's, and his love {or her with his love for (ivnwvra. Wilford was very fond oi his girl- ish wife, and very proud of her, too, when strangers paused, as they often did. to look back after her. Thus far nothing had cinch to war the happiness of his firlt weeks of mar- riod life, except the letters from Sil- verton. over which Katy always cried until he sometimes wished that the family could not write. But they could and they did; even Aunt Betsy inclosed in Helen's letter a note. wonderful both in orthography and COHIPOBitiOD. and concluding with the remark that “she would be glad when Catherine returned and was settled in a. home of her own, as she would then have a. new place to visit." There was a dark frown on Wil- tord's face, and {or a moment. he felt tempted to withhold the note from Katy, but this he could not do then. Io he gave it into her hands, watch- ing her as with burning cheeks, she read it through, and asking her at its elose why she looked so red. was his alone; nothing could undo that, and there, in the shadow of the gray old church through whose aisles Genovra. had been borne out to where the rude headstone was gleaming in the English sunlight, it seemed meet that he should tell the sad story. And Katy would haVe forgiven him then, for not a shadow of regret had darkened her life since it was linked with his, and in her perfect lox‘e she could have pardoned much. But Wilford did not tell. It was not needful, he made himself believeâ€"not necessary for her ever to know that once he met a. maiden called Genevra, almost as beautiful as she, but never so beloved. No, never. Wilford said that truly. when that night he bent architecture” Ind furnishing wore to blended together. She would new! tire of that plane, she thonght' but Wilton-(1's “I“ led him elsewhere and he took more delight in wander: mg uound St. Mary's church, which stood upon a. hill commanding a View of the castle und 0! the surrounding country for miles away. Here Katy also came, rumbling with him through the Village gra‘jeyard where slept the dust of centn‘xes, the gray. mossy tombstones bear-mg date back. ward for more than a hundred years, their quaint inscriptions both M1121- mg and amusing Katy, who Studied them by the hour. Ono quiet summer morning, how- ova, when the heat. was unusually grout, she felt. too listless to wander about. and so sat upon the grass, mm to the birds as they sang above her head, while Wilford, “ some distance from her, stead loan- 131‘ against a. tree and thinking sad. regretml thoughts, as his eye rested upon the rough headstone at his “Genevn Lambert. aged 22." Wu the lettering upon it, and as he read it a. feeling of reproach was in his hat, while he said: “I hope I am not glad to know that the is dead." He had come to Alnwick for the eole purpoee of finding that humble graveâ€"oi ensuring himself that after mu fltful fever, Gencvra Lambert slept quietly, iorgetiul oi the wrong once done to her by him. It is true 110 had not doubted her death before, but as seeing was believing, so now he felt sure of it. and plucking from the turf above her a little flower growing there. he went back to Katy and sitting down beside her with big arm around her waist, tried to de~ vise come way of telling her What he had promised himself he wont tell her there in that very yarad, whore Genevra was buried. But Q). task was harder now than befcfg'. 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