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5 HALF-PAST TWO TO FIVE O'CLOCK PM

Owen accompanied the newly-married couple to the railway-station, and in his anxiety to see the last of his sister, left the brougha

When the husband and ere about to enter the railway-carriage they saw one of the porters looking frequently and furtively at them He was pale, and apparently very ill

'Look at that poor sick ht not to be here' 'He's been very queer to-day, madam, very queer,' another porter answered 'He do hardly hear when he's spoken to, and d' see was on hisso bad as he is to-day' 'Poor thing' She could not resist an innate desire to do so on thisup to hiave him money, and told him to send to the old manor-house for wine or whatever he wanted

The trainhis incoherent thanks Oaved his hand; Cytherea smiled back to him as if it were unknown to her that she wept all the while

Oas driven back to the Old House But he could not rest in the lonely place His conscience began to reproach hie of his sister with a little tooup his crutches he went out of doors and wandered about therid of ti the day cleared fro forth a weakly twitter from a few small birds Owen crawled down the path to the waterfall, and lingered thereabout till the solitude of the place oppressed hie He was sad; he said to his which are called presentiments--and I don't believe there is--there will be in mine to-dayPoor little Cytherea!' At that moment the last low rays of the sun touched the head and shoulders of a , and showed hirown familiar with each other by reason of Owen's visits to Knapwater during the past year The farlad to see hiain