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Wilford's body shook with strong emotion as he bent forward to hear Katy's answer to her question

"Were there no Genevra," she said, "no verse 'what God hath joined together let no man put asunder,' I should not think so; but there is such a verse, and now I don't knohat I think, only I ether, you and I"

She turned partly toward Morris, who made her no reply He could not, with those fiery eyes fixed upon him, and he sat erect in his chair, while Katy talked of Silverton, and the days gone by until her voice grew very faint, ceasing at last as she fell into a second sleep, heavier,in her face alar hiy to retain the feeble pulse, and the breath which grew shorter with each respiration

"Do you think her dying?" Wilford asked, and Morris replied: "Not yet; but the look about the mouth and nose is like the look which so often precedes death"

And that was all they said until another hour went by, when Morris' hand was laid upon the forehead and olden hair where there were drops of perspiration

"She is saved, thank God, Mr Ca his head in his hands, he wept for a ain

On Wilford's face there was no trace of tears On the contrary, he see into stone, and in his heart fierce passions were contending for the htslowly at last, he ca his shoulder, said: "Morris Grant, you love Katy Cameron"

Like the peal of a bell on the frosty air the words rang through the roo Morris fro his blood in his veins, for he understood now theof the look which had so puzzled him In Morris' heart there was a moment's hesitancy to know just what to answer, an ejaculatory prayer for guidance, and then lifting up his head, his cally, as he replied: "I have loved her always"

A blaze like sheet lightning shot fro sneer curled his lip, as he said: "You, a saint, confess to this?"