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She faltered, and paused with her hand on her heart, in spite of

herself Could she call to her presence the very cause of all her

foregoing troubles? Alas!--old Jones was seven --what else could she do?

It was in a perspiration, wrought even more by consciousness than by

exercise, that she picked up soravel, threw it at the panes, and

waited to see the result The night-bell which had been fixed when

Fitzpiers first took up his residence there still remained; but as it

had fallen into disuse with the collapse of his practice, and his

elopement, she did not venture to pull it now

Whoever slept in the rooht as it was In

half a minute the as opened, and a voice said "Yes?"

inquiringly Grace recognized her husband in the speaker at once Her

effort was now to disguise her own accents

"Doctor," she said, in as unusual a tone as she could coerously ill in One-chio to him at once--in all mercy!"

"I will, readily"

The alacrity, surprise, and pleasure expressed in his reply amazed her

for a moment But, in truth, they denoted the sudden relief of a ot back in a mood of contrition, fro routine of professional practice

unexpectedly opening anew to hihest desire of his soul just

noas for a respectable life of painstaking If this, his first

su, he

would scarcely have refused it in the circumstances

"Do you know the way?" she asked