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Helen could not see Mark's face distinctly; but full of fear for Katy, she fancied there was a sad tone in his voice, as if he were keeping so he dreaded to tell her; and then, as it suddenly occurred to her that Wilford should have reat fear found utterance in words, and leaning forward so that her face almost touched Mark's, she said: "Tell me, Mr Ray, is Katy dead?"

"Not dead, oh, no, nor yet very dangerous,for you, and so ram"

There was an ejaculatory prayer of thankfulness, and then Helen continued: "Is it long since she was taken sick?"

"Her little daughter will be a week old to-morrow," Mark replied; while Helen, with an exclamation of surprise she could not repress, sank back into the corner, faint and giddy with the excitenity, but drew her, oh, so much nearer to the sister who could scarcely wait for the carriage to stop, so anxious was she to be where Katy was, to kiss her dear face once more, and whisper the words of love she knew she ed to hear

Awe-struck, bewildered and half terrified, Helen looked up at the huge brown structure, which Mark designated as "the place" It was so lofty, so high, so like the Camerons, and so unlike the farmhouse far away, that Helen treht, and see to her like fairyland They were so different froined, so much handsomer than even Katy's vivid descriptions had iht took her breath away, and she sank passively into the chair Mark brought for her, hi, as he did so, that they were not mink, nor yet Russian sable, but orn, well-kept fitch, such as Juno would laugh at and criticise But Helen's dress was a ht more of the look in her dark eyes as she said to hih," than of all the furs in Broadway This re of hoht how really alone she should be there, in her sister's house, on this first night of her arrival, if it were not for Mark, thus virtually taking the place of the brother-in-laho should have been there to greet her