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And her face did bear a brighter look, when finally seated in the cars, than it had before since she left Silverton

"You'll be home in April, and ood-by and shook hands with Mattie Tubbs, thanking her for her kindness in seein' to an old woain never to let the folks in Silverton know that "Betsy Barlow had once been seen at a playhouse"

Slowly the carsMattie alone in her glory as she rolled down the Bowery, enjoying greatly the _éclat_ of her position, but feeling a little chagrined at not le acquaintance by who vent to a whistle, and asking if she didn't feel big, as he tried to hold out his pantaloons in ih the door where the dry goods were swinging

Katy did not ask where Helen had been, for she holly absorbed in Marian Hazelton's letter, telling how fast the baby i, and how fond both she and Mrs Hubbell were of it, loving it almost as well as if it were their own

"I knoas best for it to go, but it was hard at first," Katy said, putting the letter away, and sighing wearily as she missed the clasp of the little arms and touch of the baby lips

Several times Helen was tempted to tell her of Aunt Betsy's visit, but decided finally not to do so as it ers rendered the hospitalities it was her duty to give, and so Katy never guessed the truth, nor knehat it hich forquickly at every sudden ring, going often to the , and looking out into the street as if expecting soely anxious for news fro when Katy had heard from home, and why she did not write One there was, however, who knew and who enjoyed it vastly, watching Wilford closely, and guessing just how his anxiety grew as day after day went by; and she neither came nor was heard fro her of Aunt Betsy's safe arrival houe conjecture

He had seen her, she had been in New York, as was proven by Bob Reynolds, but where was she now, and ere those people with her? Had they entrapped her into sos were not of rare occurrence, and Wilford actually grew poor with the uncertainty which hung over the fate of one whom in his present state of mind he would have warmly welcomed to his fireside, had there been a dozen dinner parties in progress At last, as he sat one day in his office, with the sa him, said: "By the way, Will, how did that sheep pasture come out, or didn't the client appear?"