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After awhile he rose, drank soht in Then about that little roo Him his sorrow and perplexity And there is a depth in our own nature where the divine and huht Basil Stanhope found it, and henceforward knew that the bitterness of death was behind hihed, "and it has been swept bare--that is, that I may build in heaven"

Now, the revelation of sorrow is the clearest of all revelations Stanhope understood that hour what he must do No doubts weakened his course He went back to the house Dora called "hers," took ahat he valued, and while the servants were eating their breakfast and talking over his marital troubles, he passed across its threshold for the last ti; he dropped as silently and dumbly out of the life that had known him as a stone dropped intofrom home at the time this disastrous culmination of Basil Stanhope's e, accoone to Lenox to spend the holidays with sonorant of the matter when she returned after the New Year Bryce was her first inforive her the news He said his sister had been too ill and too busy to write He had no word of sympathy for the unhappy pair He spoke only of the anxiety it had caused hied," he said, "to Miss Caldwell, and she was such an extremely proper, innocent lady, and atiainst Basil Stanhope froe would end," and so on

Ethel declined to give any opinion "She must hear both sides," she said "Dora had been so reasonable lately, she had appeared happy"

"Oh, Dora is a little fox," he replied; "she doubles on herself always"

Ruth was properly regretful She wondered "if any married woman was really happy" She did not apparently concern herself about Basil The Judge rather leaned to Basil's consideration He understood that Dora's overt act had shattered his professional career as well as his personal happiness He could feel for the man there "My dears," he said, with his dilettante air, "the goddess Calamity is delicate, and her feet are tender She treads not upon the ground, but makes her path upon the hearts of ave his comment, for he usually found a bit of classical wisdoencies, and the habit had imparted an antique bon-ton to his conversation Ethel could only wonder at the lack of real sympathy