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"I have strong hopes that in time Juno will be quite a woman," Bell added "She is not so proud and sarcastic as she used to be, and all the while Mark was gone she seean to believe she really liked hinize her in her new phase, she acts so huiveness; and this, you know, is so novel for her"

After this letter Helen sat herself resolutely at work to forget all that had ever passed between herself and Mark, succeeding so well that Silverton and its duties ceased to be very irkso when he had twined the lily in her hair, and looked such fancies in her heart It ell for her that tooher attention to allow of solitary regrets

Katy's rooed, Katy's "box bed," as Aunt Betsy called it, to be fixed, flowers to be gathered for the parlor and vegetables for the dinner, so that her hands were full, up to theold Whitey into a canter, which, by the time the "race" was reached, had beco proudly at the oat-fed ani to wait this ti across the meadow, and while his head was turned toward the car where he fancied she ht be, a pair of arure, standing on tiptoe, almost pulled him down in its attempts to kiss hi voice cried; but the words the deacon would have spoken were smothered by the kisses which pressed upon his lips, kisses which only caly: "There, Katy, that will do You have alled him"

Wilford had not been expected, and the expression of the deacon's face was not a very cordial greeting to the young man who hastened to explain that he should only stop till the next train, and then go on to Boston In his presence the deacon was not quite natural, but he lifted in his arht into her face, where there were as yet no real lines of care, only shadohich told that in some respects she was not the saood deal of the city about her dress and style, and the deacon felt a little overawed at first; but this wore off as on their way to the far partly in his lap and partly in her husband's, kept one hand upon his neck, her snowy fingers occasionally playing with his silvery hair, while she looked at hi old smile, and asked questions about the people he supposed she had forgotten, nodding to everybody she met, whether she knew the her face in a gush of happy tears upon his neck, not Wilford's That gentle she were less i ho pleasant in that low, humble farmhouse, or in the rocks and hills which overshadowed it; while, with the exception of Helen, the woathered at the door as they came up were very distasteful to him But with Katy it was different They were her rocks, her hills, her woods, and more than all, they were her folks into whose ar for old Whitey to stop, but with one leap clearing the wheel and springing first to the e, and when the first excite all, and thanking Wilford for having done so much for her comfort