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His wife accompanied him to the outer door

"It is chilly!" she shivered, as this was opened "Are you waret your umbrella"

Her hand had not left his shoulder, and, in offering a parting kiss,

she leaned her head there also

"I wish you would not go!" she said impulsively and sincerely

"Why?"

"I cannot say--except that I dread to be left alone all day You may

laugh atover

me--or you The spiritual oppression is like the physical

presentiment sensitive te, but not ready to break Yet I can refer my fears to no

known cause"

"That is folly" Mr Aylett bit off the end of a cigar, and felt in

his vest pocket for a n a reason for the fear as well as the hope that is in you You

have no idea, you say, fronostication

takes its hue?"

She laughed, and straightened her fine neck

"Froned poor Herbert to the