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"Yes, I do now, but I had forgotten I was so stunned then, so bewildered, that it made no impression I did not think he meant Morris Helen, do you believe heup her face, Katy looked at her sister with a wistfulness which told how anxiously she waited for the answer

"I know that he meant Morris," Helen replied "Bell thinks so, too So does her father, and both bade me tell you to revoke your decision, to marry Dr Grant, hom you will be so happy"

"I cannot It is too late I told him no, and, Helen, I told hiht take back," she added "I said I was sorry he ever lovedthat he had made me very happy My conscience has smitten me cruelly since for that falsehood told, not intentionally, for I did not consider what I said"

Here was an idea at which Helen caught at once She knew just how conscientious Katy was, and by working upon this principle she hoped to persuade her into going over to Linwood and telling Morris that when she said she was sorry he loved her she did not mean it But this Katy would not do Helen could tell hie him to hope for a recantation of all she had said to him She meant the rest She could not be his wife

Early the nextHelen went to Linwood, and the same afternoon Morris returned her call He had been there two or three titon, but not since Katy's refusal, and her cheeks were scarlet as he met him in the parlor and tried to be natural He did not look unhappy He was not taking his rejection very hard, after all, she thought, and the little lady felt a very little piqued to find hiay, when she had scarcely known a moment's quiet since the day she carried hi away her umbrella As it had rained that day, so it did now, a decided, energetic rain, which set in after Morris caht

"He would catch his death of cold," Aunt Betsy said, while Helen, too, joined her entreaties until Morris consented, and the carriage which cae that the doctor would pass the night at Deacon Barlow's Aby a cheerful fire, they listen dreah the leafless trees, and answering to the faint sighing of the autulasses he still ould have looked and appeared like his for the skein of yarn which Aunt Betsy wound, now talking with the deacon of the probable exchange of all the prisoners, a theme which quickened Helen's pulse and sent the blood to her pale cheeks, and again standing by Katy as she played his favorite airs, his rich bass voicefiner music, Aunt Betsy said, than that for which she paid two dollars at the playhouse