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"Your deceived and disappointed husband"

Had Wilford read this letter over, he ht not have left it, but he did not read it, and in recalling its contents he gave hi of Morris, who it in Katy's drawer just above where she had left his, he tried to sleep; but the ard and tired, and Esther, as she poured his coffee, asked if he was sick

"No," he answered, and then as he pushed back his chair, he said: "I shall not be hoain to-day, as Mrs Cameron expects me to spend Sunday at Yonkers"

And so all that day and the next, the doors were locked, the shutters closed, the curtains dropped, while an ohout the house; but when Monday caone there were inquiriesBeverley and Lincoln, whose faces looked anxious and disturbed at Esther's answer: "He went to Yonkers, Saturday I have not seen hiht, three young wives had waited for their husbands, and none erly than Katy, who, fair as a lily, in her dark dress, with her soft hair curling about her face, sat by the atching for the carriage from the station, hers the first ear to catch the sound of wheels, and here the first form upon the piazza

"Where's Wilford?" she asked, as only two alighted, and neither of theentle hiht co to co, went back into the parlor, and tried to join in the laugh and jest which see had happened to Wilford she was sure when the night train did not bring him; and all the next day, while the Sunday bells pealed their htless mirth came up froress, she lay upon her pillow, her head al so sadly as she tried to pray that no harm had befallen her husband She never dreamed of his desertion, even when about noon of the next day a telegra her hasten to the city Wilford was sick or dead, probably the latter, was the feeling uppermost in her mind, as she was borne rapidly to New York, where Mr Ca her fears, but not preparing her for the great shock awaiting her