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Poor Cornelia! She was at that moment the most unhappy woht have written yesterday She had found in the unexpected return of his father and cousin reason sufficient for his neglect; but it was now past ten o'clock of another day, and there was yet no word fro She sat at her ta till all her senses and emotions seemed to have fled to her ear And the ear has memory, it watches for an accustoet the voice, the step of those we love Many footsteps passed, but none stopped at the gate; none caarden path, and no one lifted the knocker The house itself was painfully still; there was no sound but the faint noise made by Mrs Moran as she put down her Dobbin or her scissors The tension becaed for her father--for a caller--for any one to break this unbearable pause in life

Yet she could not give up hope A score of excuses came into her mind; she was sure he would come in the afternoon He MUST come She read and reread his letter She dressed herself with delightful care and sat down to watch for him He came not He sent no word, no token, and as hour after hour slipped away, she was compelled to drop her needle

"Mother," she said, "I a despair at bay so , and this was the first time she had been yoke-felloith sorrow She was a It seemed so impossible It had come upon her so swiftly, so suddenly, and as yet she was not able to seek any comfort or sympathy from God or s yet turning out right; and this conclusion she would not adested such a ter she called Balthazar to her and closely questioned hiht have lost the letter, and be afraid to confess the accident But Balthazar's manner and frank speech was beyond suspicion He told her exactly what clothing Lieutenant Hyde earing, how he looked, ords he said, and then with a little hesitation took a silver crown piece froave it to me When he took the letter in his hand he looked down at it and laughed like he was very happy; and he gaveit to him; that is the truth, sure, Miss Cornelia"