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The scene shifts now to New York, where, one week after that wedding in Silverton, Mark and Helen were, and where, too, were Morris and Katy But not on Madison Square That house had been sold, and Katy had seen it but once, her tears falling fast as driving slowly by with Morris she gazed at the closed doors and s of as once her hoered no pleasant memories save that it was the birthplace of Baby Caht to buy it, but Bell said: "No, it would not be quite pleasant for Katy to visit me there, and I mean to have her with ers, and a less pretentious, but quite as coht for Bell, so far uptown that Mrs Cameron pronounced it quite in the country, while Juno wondered how her sister wouldthat her visits would be far between, a threat which Lieutenant Bob took quite heroically; indeed, it rather enhanced the value of his pleasant home than otherwise, for Juno was not a favorite, and his equanimity was not likely to be disturbed if she never crossed his threshold She was throwing bait to Arthur Grey, the man ore he was forty-five to escape the draft, and who, now that the danger was over, would gladly take back his oath and be forty, as he really was With theher "Mrs Grant," and treating Morris as if he were an entire stranger, instead of the et she would once have lad in her heart that Katy wasof her choice, threw into her manner sobut agreeable, and she turned with alacrity to Father Ca her his daughter, and welco Morris as his son, taken in Wilford's stead "My boy," he frequently called hily he accepted him as the husband of one whom he really loved as his child Greatly he wished that they should stay with hi with Helen to Mrs Banker's, where she would bethe preparations for Bell's wedding It was to be a grand church affair, and to take place during Easter week, after which the bridal pair were going on to Washington, Fortress Monroe, and, if possible, to Rich see to h the North, fros of victory, and the notes of approaching peace But, alas! He who holds our country's destiny in His hand changed that song of gladness into a wail of hich, echoing through the land, rose up to Heaven in one uish, as the whole nation bemoaned its loss Our President was dead!--foully, cruelly , so black, so profound, that with a shudder Bell Cae wreath and said to her lover: "We will be o to the church, when everything seereat funeral"