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"What's this?" he asked, lifting the crape veil and dropping it again with an i veil"

Contrary to his expectations, black was beco on Wilford's ar her child

Wilford had spoken to her of Greenwood, but she had begged so hard that he had given up that idea, suggesting next, as more in accordance with city custorave; but froave up too, and bore, ht of all the Barlows standing around that grave, alike ht to be there Wilford felt his loss deeply, and his heart ached to its very core as he heard the gravel rattling down upon the coffin lid which covered the beautiful child he had loved so ot that he was Wilford Cameron, and infinitely superior to the crowd around him--except, indeed, his wife, his sister, Dr Grant, and Helen He could bear to see them sorry, and feel that by their sorrow they honored the e herd, with the Barlows in their train--he had no affinity, and his h their ain to the farmhouse