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When Mr St John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storht fresh and

blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost

impassable I had closed my shutter, laid ain under it, tri nearly an hour on the hearth listening to the muffled

fury of the te -

"Day set on Norham's castled steep,

And Tweed's fair river broad and deep,

And Cheviot's mountains lone;

Thewalls that round theot storht, shook the door No; it was

St John Rivers, who, lifting the latch, ca darkness--and stood before lacier I was aluest froht

"Any ill news?" I de happened?"

"No How very easily alar it up against the door, towards which he again

coolly pushed the ed He stamped

the snow from his boots

"I shall sully the purity of your floor," said he, "but you must

excuse me for once" Then he approached the fire "I have had hard

work to get here, I assure you," he observed, as he warmed his hands

over the flame "One drift took me up to the waist; happily the

snow is quite soft yet"