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"Where is Florence?" and he tightly clasped her hand between his own

A shudder crept over Dr Bryant, who had not heard their words, and he walked quickly away

"Florry is in the tent Mr Stewart, we heard that you were married; can this be true?"

"No, no! Did your cousin credit the report?"

"Yes; and ere you ree prepare her for the ht Florence, and asked if she were sleeping

"No, Mary; can I do anything for you?" and she raised her head

"Yes, Florry, come with me--I want to speak to you"

Her cousin acco so that the tent intervened between them and Mr Stewart, Mary laid her hand on Florence's shoulder, and said: "I have just learned, Florry, that Mr Stewart is not married"

"Mary, Mary! why touch a chord which ever vibrates with the keenest agony? There is no happiness forto fix hts, and all of hope that reently drawing her forward, replied: "God has not promised heaven as the price of every earthly joy and comfort Can you not still hope for happiness?"

"Mary, I am parted forever from him whom I have loved so devotedly; yet I cease to repine I know h life alone, yes, alone, without a murmur"

"Not so, Florence--my own treasured Florence!"

She turned quickly, and was clasped to the heart of hi?" said Florence, gazing eagerly up into the noble face before her He lifted his cap froht fall full upon it A glea her head on his shoulder, she whispered: "Forgive me--for I doubted you"

He bent, and sealed her pardon with a long kiss

Mary stole away to Mrs Carlton to iood news; Dr Bryant had already coainan old friend; but Mary heeded not her words, for her eyes were riveted on Frank's stern brow and slightly curling lip Afor support at the tent, she would have fallen, had not his strong arm encircled her; and soon she lay motionless in her tent He stood and looked on her a moment, then knelt and clasped the cold hands Mary had not swooned, though well-nigh insensible, and a lowwith pain