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But what she wanted was drowned by a succession of certain mysterious sounds, such as are only produced by a collision of lips, and which ht, I know, but so h to turn a body's stouess old bachelders and widders is co thus expressed her thoughts, Aunt Betsy seized the handle of the ice-crea, perhaps, of Joel Uphaht have been but for a freak of hers Meanwhile Morris and Katy sat alone in the little sewing-rooether, and where lay the bridal dress, with its chaste and si robes, asking, half tearfully, if she ht wear black, as ladies sometimes did But Morris had proly, must not come clad in eeds, for when she became his wife she would cease to be a

And so the black was laid aside, and Katy, in soft tinted colors, with her bright hair curling in her neck, looked as girlish and beautiful as if in Greenwood there were no pretentious rave in Silverton where Baby Cameron slept She had been both wife and mother, but she was quite as dear to Morris as if she had never borne other name than Katy Lennox, and as he held her for a iven to him the idol of his boyhood and the love of his later years Across their pathway no shadoas lying, except when they remembered Helen, on whom the mantle of hood had so darkly fallen just as Katy was throwing it off

Poor Helen, the tears always crept to Katy's eyes when, she thought of her, and now as she saw her steal across the road and strike into the winding path which led to the pasture where the pines and herew, she nestled closer to Morris, and whispered: "So to be so happy when Helen is so sad I pity her so much to-day"

And Helen was to be pitied, for her heart was aching to its very core She had tried to keep up through the preparations for Katy's bridal, tried to seem interested, and even cheerful, while all the ti at her heart, and life seemed a heavier burden than she could bear