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Just at this point of his soliloquy the door opened, so softly that he did not hear it turn upon its hinges, nor hear the light footstep on the carpet as Katy cahed he started up in wonder at the apparition standing so still before hi back her veil and revealing a face which Morris could not believe was hers for the lines of suffering and distress staibly upon it

But it was Katy, as the voice i her cold hands, Morris asked: "Katy, why are you here to-night, and why are you alone? Has anything happened? Tell hten me!"

"I a dreadful," she replied--"so which took my life away I could not stay there after that, and so I come to you I am not Wilford's wife, for he had another, before me--a wife in Italy--who is not dead! And I--oh! Morris, what a --to faint!"

It was the first tireat horror in words addressed to another, and the act of doing so ue she had endured, together with the action of the heat upon her chilled systeth away, and into the chair where Morris had so often seen her in fancy, she sank a crumpled heap of cloaks and furs and bonnet, which Morris tried to re creature which had said: "I am not Wilford's wife, for he had another before me--a wife in Italy--who is not dead"

Dr Morris was thoroughly a h h left to reat throbs of joy as he thought of Katy free, even though that freedorace to others and of misery to her But only for a moment did he feel thus, only till the bonnet was reht fell upon the pallid face with the dark rings beneath the eyes, and the faint, quivering motion around the lips, which told that she was not wholly unconscious

"My poor little wounded bird," he said, as pityingly as if he had been her father, while,child, he kissed the forehead and the eyelids where the tears began to gather