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To Katy the time of his absence had sewed an age; for her thoughts had been busy with the past, gath- ering up every incident connected with her married life since she came to New York, and deducing from them the conclusion that “Wilford's folks” were ashamed of her, and that Wilford himself might perhaps be- come so if he were not already. That would be worse than death itself, and the dark'ut hours she had ever known were those she spent alone that night, sob“ lo violently as “Yes, I forgot to mention it,” Ku- ty answered, feeling puzzled to know why that should annoy her hus- band; but his n‘ext remarks disclosed the whole, and Kuty’s tears flowed fast as Wilford asked What she sup- posed Mrs. Grundon thought, to see his Wife looking as though fresh irom the flour barrel, and to hear her talk about Aunt Betsy's re- ripes and “our folks,” “That is a bad habit of yours, Katy,” he con- tinued, “one of which 1 wish you to break yourself, if possible. lhave never spoken to you directly on the subject before, but it annoys meex- ceedingly, inasmuch as it is unin- dication of low breeding.” i gmg$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Wilford diu not care to nave his ' wife domestic; he did not marry her ' for that, and in a mood anything but favorable to the light, delicate dessert Katy had prepared with so much care, he went to his luxurious home. where Katy ran as usual to meet him, her face brimming with the surprise she had in store for him. and herself so much excited that she did not at first observe the cloud upon his brow, as he moodily answered her rapid questions. When the important moment arrived and the dessert was brought on. he promptly defilined it, and after her explanation that she made it» herself, urging him to try it for the sake of pleasing her, if nothing more. But Wilford was not hungry then, and even had he been. he. would have chosen anything before a pudding made from a recipe of Bétsy Bar- low. so the dessert was untasted“ even by Katy herself, who, knowing now that something h.ul gone wrong. sat fighting back her tears until the servant left the room, when she timidly asked, “What is it, Wilford? What makes you seem so --â€"â€"â€"" she would not say cross, and so substituted “queer,” while Wil- ford plunged at once into the matter by saying. “Juno tells me she call.- ed here this afternoon with Mrs. (‘2 ran don. ’ ’ $$$$$flvfl99flq$$9flv$$$$9fifig Purified * * by suffering hen There was no name or date. but Wilford knew whose hand had penned those lines. and he sat comparing them with “Mrs. Wilford Cameron." which the strange woman had writ- ten. 'lhen opening the note, he read that, having returned to New York and wishing employment either 8!: it in his perplexity and the train of thought it awakened. “They are singularly alike," he said, and still holding the note in his hand he owned a drawer of his writing desk, which was always kept locked, and took from it a picture and a bit of soiled paper, on “7th was written, “I am not guilty, Wil- ford, and God will never forgive the wrong you have done to me." That a woman should come for work was not strange, but that she should leave a note. seemed rather too familiar; and when on going to the library he saw it. upon the table, he took it. in his hand and examined the superscription closely, holding it up to the light and forgetting to op- Wilford had not. She complained much of headache, but that was only natural. Still he wrote to Moun- tain House that afternoon to secure rooms for himself and wife, and then at. an earlier hour than usual went home to tell her of the ar- rangement. Katy was out shopping, Esther said, and had not yet return- e'd, adding. “There is a note for her up stairs: left by a woman who I guess came for work." The last. days of June had come, and Wilford was beginning to make arrangements for removing Katy from the city before the warmer weather. To this he had been urg- ed by Mark’ Ray’s remarking that Katy .wus not looking as well as when he first saw her, one year ago. “She has grOWn thin and pale," he said. “Had Wilford remarked it?" ther, he exacted the same from his wife, whose life was not one ofunc mixed happiness. notwithstanding that every letter home bore assur- ances to the contrary. They were not as happy in the new home as she haul expected to be. but the fault did not lie with Katy. She performed her part. and more, tak- ing upon her young shoulders the whole of the burden which her hus- band should have helped her to hear. The easy, indolent life Wil- ford had led so long as a petto-(l Son of a. partial mother unlitted him for care. and he was as much a board- er in his own home as he had ever been in the. hotels in Paris, thought- lessly i'eguiring of Katy more than he should have required. so that Bell was not. far from right when in her journal she described her sister-in-luw us “a little. servant. whose feet were never supposed to be tired and whose wishes were never consulted,” It is true Bell had put it rather strongly, but the spirit of what she said was right, Wilford seldom considering Katy, or allowing her wishes to interfere with his own plans; while accustomed to every possible attention from his mo- But Helen was not there. not com- ing there at present. One word from Wilford had settled that, con- vincing Katy that it was better to wait until autumn, inasmuch as they were going so soon to Sarato- go and NeWport, places which Katy dreaded. after she knew that Mrs. Cameron and .luno were to be of the party and probably Sybil Gran- dou. Katy did not. dislike the lat- ter, but she. Was never easy in her presence, while she could not deny to herself that since Sybil’s return, Wilford had not been quite the same as before. in company he was more attentive than ever, but at home he was sometimes moody and silent, while Katy stroVe in vain to as- certain the cause. “Oh. if Helen were only here!” she thought, as she began to exper- ience a sensation of loneliness she had never felt before. From the latter Katy instinctively shrank, but she could not resist the' former, who greeted her so familiar- ly that Katy readily forgave her the pain of which she had been the cause, and spoke of her to Wilford without a. pang when he came home to dinner. Still she could not ov- ercome her dread of meeting her, and she grew more and more averse to mingling in society, where she might do many things to mortify her hus- band or his family, and thus proâ€" xoke a scene she hoped never again to pass throngh. Wilford could accord forgiveness for more graciously than he could ask it. and so peace was restored, and Katy’s face next day looked bright and happy when seen in her new carriage, which took her down Broadway to SteWart's, where she encountered Sybil Grandon. and with her Juno Cameron. Sybil Gray ion was forgotten in those moments of contrition, when he ministered so tenderly to his suf- fering wile, whom he felt that he had wronged. But he could not tell her so then. It was not natural for him to confess his errors. There had always been a struggle between his duty and his pride when he had done so, and now the latter conquered, especially as Katy, grown more calm, began to take the censure to herself, lamenting her shortcomings, and promising to do better, even to the imitating of Sybil Grandon, if that would make him forget the past and love her as before. to turn; On a racnlng headache, which showed itself upon her face, and touched Wilford at once. CHAPTER XVIII. MARY J. HOLMES, BY .L'I, “Tell me of Silverton; you don’t know how I want to go there; but Wilford does not think it best, at present. Next fall I am surely going and I picture to myself just how it will look; Morris’s garden, full of the autumnal flowersâ€"the ripe peaches in our orchard, the grapes ripening on the wall, and the long shadows on the grass, just as I used to watch them, wondering .what made them move so last, and where they could be going. Will it be unchang- ed, Marian? Do places seem the same when once we .have legit them?" But Katy did not care {or Camel- ons then, or even think of them, as in her rich basquine and pretty but. with emeralds and diamonds sparkl- ing on her fingers, she sat down by Marian. “0h Marian,” She exclaimed, trip- ping across the floor, and impulsive- ly throwing her arms around Miss Hazelton’s neck, "1 am so glad to meet some one from home. It seems almost like Helen 1 am kissing,” and her lips again met. those of Man - inn Hazelton, amid her joy at find- ing Katy unchanged, wondered what. the Camerons would say to see their Mrs. Wilford kissing a poor seam- stress whom they would the spurn- 'I‘iring of the country, :l.c L. .- turned to the city, and Hm. . -, lnight succeed better aflome, ll..-. ..ir- ed a room far up the narrox. . ..i.~ way of a high, sombre-looking am .. ing, and then from her old illt;l‘..ll‘t ances, Of Wholll She had ses‘mau .n the city, she had solicited wor... More. than once she had passed the handsome house on Madison Square where Katy lived, walking slowl), and contrasting it with her one room which was not wholly uninviting, in. where Marian went there was always an air of comfort; and Katy, as bhl) crossed the threshold, uttered an ex- clamation of delight at the cheerful, airy aspect of the apartment, With its bright ingrain carpet, its simple shades of white, its Chintz-covered lounge, its one rocking-chair, its small parlor stove, and its pots 0! flowers upon the broad window sill Kitty did not cry, nor utter a, word of remonstrnncez she Was learn- ing that. quiet submission was hettrr than useless opposition. and so f"? verton was again given up. l - t there. was one consolation. Set-n Marian l-Inzelton would be almost . s 8'00'1 a3 going home, for had she not recently come from that neigh: or- hood, bringinguvith her the ()dul‘ from the hills and freshness from the woods? Perhaps, too, she her! lately seen Helen or Morris at chum) and had heard the music of the 9!" gan which Helen played. and the singing of the ('hiltlr~ it just as it sometimes came to Katy in her dreams, making her start in her sleep and murmur snatches of the sacred songs which Dr. Morzi- had taught. Yes, Marian could ttll her of all this, and very inn atiently Katy Waited for the morningr when she started for No.â€" Fourth Street. with the piles of sewing intended {or Marian. It was a fault of Murian’s not to remain long contented in any plac‘c. Had Katy asked for half 11's for- tune Just as she asked to go home, Wilford would have given it to her, but Silverton had a power to lock all the softer avenues of his heart, and so he answered that the Mm n- tain House was preferable, that ll]! rooms: were engaged, and that as he should enjoy it so much better they would make no change. “Yes.” and Katy drew a long Weary breath. I shall like any plant? where there are birds and rocks. and trees. and r ‘al grass, such-as grows of itself in the country; but. \Vil- lord.” and Katy crept close to him now, “if I might go to Silverton, I should get strong so fast! You don’t know how 1 km: to see home once more, I dream about it nights and think about it days. knowing just how pleasant it is there, with the roses in bloom and the moadmvs so fresh and green. May I go. Wilford? May I. go home to mother?" T'Would you {mt like it?” he asked, as she continued silent, with her Dyes fixed upon the window opposite. Wilford did remember something about it, and then dismissing Mar- ian from his mind, he told Katy of his plan for taking her to the Moun-_ min House a few weeks before go- ing to Saratoga. "Who is Marian Hazelton?" Wil- ford askpd, and Katy replied by re- peuLing all she knew of Marian, and how she. chanced to know her at all. “Don’t you remember Helen wrote that'she fainted at our wedding, and I was so sorry, fearing that. I might haw overworked her?” “Oh, yes. from Marian Hazelton,” Katy said, glancing first at the name and then hastily reading it, through. As thoughts of Genevra always made Wilford kinder to his Wife, so how he kissed her White cheek, no- ticing that, as Mark had said, it Was whiter than last year in June. But mountain air would bring back the roses, he thought, as he handed her the note. “.‘renevra was mistaken," he said. At least if God has not forgiven, he has prosperefi me, which amounts to the same thing;” and without a single throb of g! at1tude to Him Who had thus prospered him, Wilford laid Genevra’s picture and Genevra’s note bac‘c with the withered grass and flowers plucked from Genevra’s graVe jus as Katy's ring was heard and Katy herself came in. There was a pallor about Wilford's lips as he said this, and taking up the picture he gazed for along time uDon the handsome. girlish face, whose dark eyes seemed to look re- proachfully upon him, just as they must have looked when the words were penned, “God will never for- give. the wrong you have done to ”Who is Maiian Hamlton?” Wil- ford asked himself, as he threw down the missive. “Some of Katy’s coun- try friends, I dare say. Seems to me I have heard that name. She L81 Lanly writes as Genevra did, ex- cept, that this Hazelton's is more decided and firm. Poor .}enevra!” as - seamstress or aressmaxer, mar- ian Hazelton had ventured to call upon Mrs. Cameron, remembering her promise to give her work if she should desire it. 'by magic, and “'ilferd himrvlf «o': fronted her, asking, with the in.“ which always made her heart [uni where she had been, and he waiting for her two whole hours. "Sure” it was not necessary to stop so long with a seamstress," he continued when she tried to explain. " 'l‘vn ' minutes would suflice for directions," and he could not imagine what at- traction there was in Miss llmelton to keep her there three hours, and then the real cause of his \‘exation came out. He had come expressly for the carriage to take her and Sybil Grandon to a picnic up the river, whither his mother, Juno and Bell, had already gone. Mrs. Grandon must wonder whv he staid so long and perhaps give up going. Could Katy be ready soon? and Wilford patience. Poor Katy! how the brightness of the morning faded, and and the feeling that he was vexed. Still she could think of no reason- able excuse, and so an hour later found her driving into the country with Sybil Grandon, who receLed her apologies with as much good-na- tured grace as if she too had not worked herself into a passion at the i "Do you remember any of the names upon the stones! Perhaps I may know them?" Marian asked; but Katy did not remember any, or if she did, it was not “Genevra Lam- pert, aged 22." And so Marian ask- ed her no more questions concerning Alnwick, but talked instead of Lon- don and other places, until three hours went by, and down in the street the coachman chafed and fret- ted at the long delay, wondering what kept his mistress in that neigh- borhood so long. Had she friends, or had she come on some errand of mercy? The latter most likely, he concluded, and so his face was not quite so cross when Katy at last appeared, looking at her watch and exclaiming at the lateness o! the hour. Katy was very happy that morn- ing. for seeing Marian had brought Silverton near to her, and airy as a bird she ran up the steps of her own dwelling, where the door opened as “Oh, yes, and I was never tired of that old churchyard. Wilford liked it, too, and we wandered by the hour among the sunken graves, and quaint headstones. ’ ' “By the way, you were born in England? Were you ever at Aln- wick'?" Katy asked, and Marian re- plied, ”Once, yes. I’ve seen the castle and the church. Did you go there-to St. Mary’s, I mean?" “It's because she has no such joy in expectation. 1 should feel so, too, if I werethirty and unmarried," Katy thought, as she notice Marian’s agitation, and tried to divert her mind by talking of Europe and the places she had Visited. There were spots on Marian's neck, and her lips were white, as she grasp- ed the bundles tossed into her lapâ€"â€" the yards and yards of lace and em- broidery, linen, and cambric, which she was expected to make for the wife of Wilford Cameron; and her voice was husky as she asked direc- tions or made suggestions of her own. “Perhaps so," Katy answered. “I grow had from looking behind the scenes, and the worst is that I do not care, and then Katy went back again to the farm-house, asking numberless questions and reaching finally the business which had brought her to Marian's room. “Are you not. a little uncharitâ€" able?" Marian as Red, laughing in spite of herself at the picture Katy drew of fashion trying to imitate re- ligion in its hpmility. Ifldeâ€" that V they both are thinking either of their own bonnets or those just in front." as he thinks I am. I have not for- gotten the Sunday school, nor the church service; but in the city it is so hard to be good, and the service and music seem all for show, and I feel so hateful when I see Juno and Wilford's mother putting their heads down on velvet cushions, knowing as ‘But Katy h d no suspicion, and only replied, "Perhaps he is vexed that I do not write to him oftener, but I can't. I think of him a great deal, and respect him more than any living man, except, of course, Wil- ford; but when I try to write, some- thing comes in between me and what I wish to say, for I want to con- vince him that I am not as frivolous “Do they miss me any? Do they talk. of me? Do they wish me back again?” Katy asked, and Marian re- plied, “They talked of little else, that is your own family. Dr. Mor- ris, I think, did not mention your name. He has grown very silent and reserved," and Marian's eyes were fixed inq12ringly upon Katy, as if to ascertain how much she knew of the cause for Morris’s reserve. “I was there five weeks ago," Mar- ian replied; “I saw them all, and told them I was coming to New York." and Katy 's lager eyes Tookéd" Wist- mlly at Marian, who replied, “ Not alwaysâ€"not often, in fact; but in your case they may. You have not been long away." “Only a year," Katy said. “I was as long as that in Canandaigua: but this past year is different. I have seen so much, and lived so much, that I feel ten years older than I did last spring, when you and Helen made my wedding dress. Darling Helen! When did you see her last?" ms motnor, Juno and Boil, 'eady gone. Mrs. Grandon yonder why he staid so long rhnps give up going. Could (2 ready soon? and Wilford rapidly up and down the par- h a restless motion of his which always betokenod im- It is a true blood food and is naturally adapted to the cure of the blood sickness from which so many young women .â€" ness, by Tcgular treatn c: with Scott’s Emulsion. of the pecuhar disease of the blood which shows itself in paleness, weakness and ncrwms- Young women in their The fact that it is the best preparation of Cod Liver Oil. rich in nutrition, full of healthy stimulation is a suggestion as to why it does what it does. Scott's Emulsion presents Cod Liver Oil at its host. fullest in strength. least in taste. We do not need to gi\e all the reasons why Scotts Emulsion restores the strength and flesh and color of good health to those who suffer from sick blood. Feed pale girls on Scott's Emulsion. For three weeks Katy had been at the Mountain 1101130, gl‘iflh'ng stronber every day, until She Was much like the Katy of one Mar ago But their stay among the (‘.nsl.ius was ended, and on the niorrow thev were going to Saratoga, where Mr; Cameron and her ciallg'hivi's were, and where, too, was \‘ytiil .sm'uw the reigning belle oi the l‘nited States. So 13911 had written to her brother, blddlllg hilll H) hasten CD with Katy, as she wished to see “that Chit of a Widow in iwr proper place." And Katy ital l-awn Weak enough for a moment to feel at little throb of satisfaction in knuwin: how eflectually SvhiZ's (laims to [wile-ship would be put aside when Shl' was once in the field; even glancing at herself in the mirror as she leaned on Wilford's shoulder, and feeling glad that mountain air and mountain ex- ercise had brought the roses hack to her white cheeks and the brightness to her eyeS. But Katy wept passion- ate tears of repentance for that Weak- ness, when an hour later she read the letter which Dr. Grant had sent in answer to one she had written from the Mountain House, confessing her short-comings, and lamenting that the evils and excesses which shocked her once did not startle iher now. To this letter Morris had replied as a brother might write to an only sis- ter, first expressing pleasure at her happiness. and then reminding her of that other life to which this is only a preparation, and beseeching her so to use the good things of this world. given her in such profusion. as not *0 lee the life eternal. which seemed doubly monotonvo-Js' now that there was no more listen. ing for the little feet tripping up”). stairs, or for the bird-lik.» mice which had brought so mueh ”r mask- and sunshine to her lonely mum, With one great gush of tours, when there was no one to see her, Katy gave Marian up, writing her a 1101;. in which were sundry directions for the work, which wouId go on even alter she had 18ft for the Moumain House, as she intended doing the 1w 0! June. And Marian guessed an more than Katy meant she should. and with a bitter sigh laid it 1'an basket, and then resumed the Work, The next morning Was dark rainy: but in spite of the “'eat Katy found her way to 1 room, this time taking the â€". Men cars, which left her indepom‘iem regarded the length of her 8 About Marian there was some“?! more congenial than about her c“ friends, and day after day fmmd there, watching while Marian fushi ed into shape the beautiful little ments. the sight of which had ‘ strangely quieting influence “POI Katy, sobering her down and matur.’ ing her more than all the years of her life had done. Those Wm» happy hours spent with Marian Iquelton and Katy felt it keenly when \mtom' at last interferred, telling her she was growing quite too familiar with that sewmg woman, and 1101‘ Calls must be diseantinued, except. indeed. such as were necessary to the Work in progress. v “"‘- .Iubu‘ But all the while she Was fig- back her tears and Wishing She away. 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