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"I was never so happy in my life as I am now," she wrote "Indeed, I did not know that a married woman could be so happy; but then every woman has not a Bob for her husband, which ht to see Juno I know she envies h she affects the utmost contempt for rapes You see, Arthur Grey is a failure, so far as Juno is concerned, he having withdrawn from the field and laid himself, with his forty-five years, at the feet of Sybil Grandon, ill be Mrs Grey, and a bride at Saratoga the co, too, as the bridesmaid of the party; but every year her chances lessen, and I have very little hope that father will ever call other than Bob his son, always excepting Morris, of course, whom he really has adopted in place of Wilford You don't know, Katy, how ht you to us, and saying that if he is ever saved, he shall in a great measure owe it to your sweet influence and consistent life after the great trouble came upon you"

There were tears in Katy's eyes as she read this letter fro that she had been of any use in guiding even one to the Shepherd's fold, she took next the letter whose superscription ht back so vividly to her rave in Alnwick, whose headstone bore Genevra La for the returned prisoners, did not write often, and her letters were prized the ratulations upon her recent e, sent by Marian Hazelton

"I kneould end, even when you were in Georgetown," she wrote, "and I a daily that you may be as happy with Dr Grant as to remember the sad past only as some dream from which you have awakened I thank you for your invitation to visit Linwood, and when my work is over I may come for a feeeks and rest in your bird's nest of a home Thank God the war is ended; but my boys need me yet, and until the last crutch has left the hospital, and the last worn figure gone, I shall stay where duty lies What my life will henceforth be I do not know, but I have soenerously bestowed upon e ood Will you be the lady patroness, and occasionally enliven us with the light of your countenance? I have left the hospital but once since you were here, and then I went to Wilford's grave Forgiveto kneel once upon the sod which covered hi only that you had been his wife In a little box where no eyes but mine ever look, there is a bunch of flowers plucked frorave They are faded now and withered, but soers still; and I prize thereatest treasure, for, except the lock of raven hair severed fro to me of the past, which now seehtly round of visits, so I ht of His countenance upon you, and be with you forever