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"Who is Marian Hazelton?" Wilford asked himself as he thren the missive "Some of Katy's country friends, I dare say Seems to me I have heard that name She certainly writes as Genevra did, except that this Hazelton's is more decided and firm Poor Genevra!"

There was a pallor about Wilford's lips as he said this, and taking up the picture he gazed for a long tiirlish face, whose dark eyes seemed to look reproachfully upon him, just as they must have looked when the words were penned: "God will never forgive the wrong you have done to me"

"Genevra was iven, he has prospered le throb of gratitude to Him who had thus prospered him, Wilford laid Genevra's picture and Genevra's note back with the withered grass and flowers plucked froain upstairs, just as Katy's ring was heard and Katy herself cahts of Genevra always made Wilford kinder toward his wife, so now he kissed her white cheek, noticing that, as Mark had said, it hiter than last year in June But ht, as he handed her the note

"Oh, yes, fro first at the nah

"Who is Marian Hazelton? Soe, froh I liked her so ht her above her position," Katy replied, repeating all she knew of Marian, and how she chanced to know her at all "Don't you re, and I was so sorry, fearing Iabout it, and satisfied that Marian Hazelton had no idea of intruding herself upon theht ask for work, he dis her to the Mountain House a feeeks before going to Saratoga

"Would you not like it?" he asked, as she continued silent, with her eyes fixed upon theopposite

"Yes," and Katy drew a long and weary breath "I shall like any place where there are birds, and rocks, and trees, and real grass, such as grows of itself in the country; but Wilford," and Katy crept close to hi so fast You don't kno I long to see hohts and think about it days, knowing just how pleasant it is there, with the roses in blooo, Wilford? May I go home to mother?"