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Let any one who has loved and been parted fro, try to realize what it h in an indescribable hurry and ean to cry No one could have loved her the less for that sincere overflow of emotions she could not separate or define, and which indeed she never tried to understand It was only one wonderful thought she could entertain--IT WAS NOT THE FAULT OF JORIS This was the assurance that turned her joyful tears into gladder s, as she ran down the stairs to find her mother; for her happiness was not perfect till she shared it with the heart that had borne her sorrow, and carried her grief through lad were these to still was impossible to Cornelia, but as she stepped swiftly to- and-fro across the parlour floor, she stopped frequently at her mother's chair and kissed her She kissed Annie's letter just as frequently It was such a gracious, noble letter It was such a delight to know that friendship so unselfish aiting for her It was altogether such athat had coht to have done But then she was not a superior wo, and therefore restless and inconsequent

In the first hours of her recovered gladness she did not even rereat fault, nor yet her own carelessness These things were only accidentals, not worthy to be taken into account while the great sweet hope that had cotide every nook and corner of her heart In such a mood how easy it was to answer Annie's letter She recollected every word she had written to Hyde that fateful day, and she wrote theain with a tenfold joy She told Annie every particular, and she forgot to say a word of reproach concerning the dishonourable retention of her letter by Reether my own fault," she confessed

Even when this letter was on its way to Annie she was under such excitement that her whole body appeared to think and to feel; her beautiful hair had an unusual freedom, as if some happy wind blew it into exquisite unrestraint; her eyes shone like stars; her gar; and every now and then, a bar or two of love music warbled in her throat And oh hat joy the mother watched the return of happiness to her dear child! With her own milk she had fed her In her own bosoht and day for nearly twenty years, like a bird, she had feverishly, prayfully, tenderly hovered over her; so there was great joy in the Doctor's hohter in his wife's and daughter's cheerfulness; for the women in any house make the moral and mental atmosphere of that house just as decidedly, as the sunshine or rain affect the natural atmosphere outside of it