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The grand funeral which Mrs Cameron once had planned for Katy was a reality at last, but the breathless for so cold and still in the darkened rooms at No ---- Fifth Avenue was not Katy's, but that of a soldier eht back to his father's house amid sadness and tears They had taken him there rather than to his own house, because it was the wish of his ht be to others, had loved and idolized her son, rief to care how grand the funeral was, and feeling only a passing twinge when told that Mrs Lennox had come from Silverton to pay the last tribute of respect to her late son-in-law Some little comfort it was to have her boy lauded as a faithful soldier and to hear the co the time he lay in state, with his uniforray of the wintry afternoon her husband returned fro of such desolation as she had never known--a feeling which drove her at last to the little room upstairs, where sat a lonelysilently upon the hearthstone as he, too, thought of the vacant parlor below and the new-rave at Greenwood

"Oh, husband, comfort me, for our only boy is dead," fell from her lips as she tottered to her husband, who opened his ar all the years which had made her the cold, proud woht, green summer when she was first his bride, and carievance, just as now she ca sorrow

He did not tell her she was reaping what she had sown, that but for her pride and deception concerning Genevra, Wilford one to the war, or they been without a son He did not reproach her at all, but soothed her tenderly, calling her even by herher hair, silvered noith gray, feeling for a ave back to his father the wife so lost during the many years since fashion and folly had been the idols she worshiped But the habits of years could not be lightly broken, and Mrs Cameron's , and the strict etiquette of herher with unwonted affection, and scarcely suffering her to leave her sight, much less to stay even for a day at Mrs Banker's, where Katy secretly preferred to be Of Genevra, too, she talked with Katy, and at her instigation wrote a friendly letter, thanking Miss La her sorrow that she had ever been so unjust to her, and sending her a handso on one side a lock of Wilford's hair, and on the other his picture, taken froood wo Mrs Lennox at her own house, and entertaining her for one whole day; but at heart there was no real change, and as tiradually fell back into her old ways of thinking, and went no ht after the burial