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"Will Katy come? Will she be the wife of Cousin Morris?"

There was a world of pathos and pleading in the voice which asked this question, just as there was a world of tenderness in the manner in which Morris s on the chair ar what it was to be offered such a love as Morris offered, but only co in part what it would be to refuse that love For, alas! her blinded judgment said shefrorave in Greenwood, no bitter reminiscences connected with her married life--had Wilford never heard of Morris' love and taunted her with it so often, she ht perhaps consent, for she craved the rest there would be with Morris to lean upon But the happiness was too great for her to accept It would seem too much like faithlessness to Wilford, too ed her with preferring Morris to himself

"It cannot be--oh, Morris, it cannot be," she sobbed, when he pressed her for answer "Don't ask ain, for I tell you it cannot be My answer is final; it cannot be I am sorry for you, so sorry I wish you had never loved me, for it cannot be"

She writhed herself fro to her feet left the roos, quitted the house without another word, leaving basket and u she had left the down upon her unsheltered person until, as she entered the narrow strip of woodland, she washer, and asked: "What has become of your umberell? Your silk one, too It's hopeful you haven't lost it What has happened you?" and coly in her face It was not so dark that she could not see the traces of recent tears, and instinctively suspecting their nature, she continued: "Catherine, have you gin Morris the mitten?"

"Aunt Betsy, is it possible that you and Morris contrived this plan?" Katy asked, half indignantly, as she began in part to understand her aunt's great anxiety for her to visit Linwood that afternoon

"Morris had nothing to do with it," Aunt Betsy replied "It was it You quarrel with hiood Catherine, you know you like Morris Grant, and if he asked you to have him why don't you?"