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"He is alive; he will come back," Katy always said, and froliotten Mark they would have been happy at the far suh rang often through the house just as it used to do in the happy days of girlhood, while the same silvery voice which led the chair in the brick church, and sang with the little children their Sunday hys, which made even the robins listen, as they built their nests in the trees; while Uncle Ephraihtness of spirits, thanked God, who had brought his darling safely through the cloud to where the sun was shining

If Katy thought of Morris she never spoke of him when she could help it It was a ; that duty to Wilford's et, or, at least, avoid the man who had so innocently co ho up to Linwood, as she often did Its quiet seclusion, and the beauty of its grounds suited her taste, and she often passed hours in the pleasant su someti of a future, and wondering what it would bring her when Mark caood She would be very lonely with people so much older than herself, and who did not understand the different tastes and ways of thinking which she had acquired She was very happy at the farmhouse, it is true, and loved its inmates with a deep, unselfish love, but Helen's frequent absences from home showed her that even the farenial spirit to sympathize with her as Helen did

Matters were in this state when news ca on the piazza step, and gazing dreaainst the western sky, see She did hear, however, and the blood leaped ht of Morris at Linwood just as he used to be But when she remembered Wilford's words, "He confessed to me that he loved you," she felt only a nervous dread of Morris' co, and forthwith set to work to fortify herself at every point with a stricture of reserve which she was far fro