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With a shiver Katy held it ahow old and worn it looked--noticing, too, the foreignif all this wear had come from frequent use Had Wilford looked often at that picture?--and if so, ere his feelings as he looked? Was he sorry that Genevra died? Did he soin? Did he contrast their faces one with the other, giving the preference to Genevra, or was Katy's liked the best? All these questions Katy asked herself, while her fingers fluttered about the clasp, which she half dreaded to unfasten

Cautiously, very cautiously, at last the lid was opened, and a lock of soft brown hair fell out, clinging to Katy's hand as if it had been a living thing, andher shudder with fear as she shook off the silken tress and re in St Mary's churchyard, where the English daisies grew

"She had pretty hair," she thought; "darker, richer thanakin to jealousy, lest Genevra had been fairer than herself, as well as better loved "I won't be foolish any longer," she said, and turning resolutely to the light she opened the lid again and saw Genevra Laainfor breath, while like lightning flashes the past ca over her, as, with her eyes fixed upon that picture, she tried to whisper, "It is--it is!"

She could not then say whoht in her belief, Genevra was not dead There were no daisies growing on her grave, for she still walked the earth a living woman, whom Katy kneell--Marian Hazelton That was the na in her veins and freezing about her heart, she sat co the face she remembered so ith the one before her In sohtly marred the youthful contour of the face she knew--had sharpened the features and thinned the abundant hair; but still there could be no mistake The eyes, the brow, the s bitterer than she yet had felt, poor Katy fell upon her face and asked that she norance of law, she fancied that if Genevra were alive, she had no right to Wilford's naht to be his wife--especially as the sin for which Genevra was divorced had by her never been co tears of bitter shame ran down her cheeks as she whispered, "'What God hath joined together let no man put asunder' Those are God's words, and how dare the world act otherwise? She is his wife, and I--oh! I don't knohat I a Katy writhed in agony as she tried to think what she must do Not stay there--she could not do that now--not, at least, until she knew for sure that she was Wilford's wife, in spite of Genevra's living Maybe she was; there was a Mrs Grainier in the city divorced fro with her second; but then the ate, a most abandoned wretch, who had not been proved innocent, as Genevra had, and that must make a difference "Oh, if there was only some one to advise ht," Katyherself inadequate to meet the dark hour alone