claim her for hts own. •• Thy will bo done!" ejaculated the holy matron, and at oocc sought the chamber Edith. , ~ , . . To describe the feeling* Edith when informed her errand—of her doubt that w*a Ronald who still existed —might be attempted, but weak

serene and still. In every vision, Edith came and went, sometimes to her joy, sometimes to ber sorrow, until they were alone upon the brink of dark grave, and Edith pointing down, she looked and saw—what I —another Edith lying the bottom. Id the terror of

used to do; and have ao one to M ;illy child t' asked Edith,Edith,ina( Wars. Oh yes! be is eeryo-very kind to you, and I love his for it: bet we female friend-1 seas—such Dorothea. tor Ismass. Edith did set reply, but may rose up, and proposed going te

son-in-law’s objections, promising to send Edith’s simple box the following day, the carrier. As we have said, it was bright sunny day; and as they walked along they talked hopefully of the future; while Edith, who now, that was really her husband, cared

was end the well-known knock was heard, and Edith turned pale as marble, and clung to the table, she listened to the servant’s step on the etairs. She entered. There were two letters iu ber band, but Edith saw but one—the well-known, dearly-loved handwriting

coppices helow. Edith remained to do the honors to her visiter with what grace she might.— But anger gave her spirit, and she contented herself with turning In mind the dignified resentment she would display when they met at dinner. Never bad Edith looked more

in al! things. But her name? After much discussion, papa insisted having her called after her mamma, and they named her Edith—Edith Hunter. • • • • • There U hurrying to anti fro of Act Oak Glen ; there arc wrranH mounted in hot haste for in<sli«-al men

Mallow afforded, and upon, a, supposed, the intac- sta-e of Edith's affeettons. which her and sequestered life seems htm certtfv. He knew not that a love lay deep and Itvtng the heart of Edith I.ndlnsr, which none could dts.odge, few transfer love for

of Edith s frowns iu Champagne. He woke the next morning with a bead-ache, and the agreeable intelligence that they were driven out to sea. was a week before they could land ; and when they did, course Arthur’s first thought Was to hasten to Edith. For

beside Edith, gabbling away with infinite fluency about the last bail, the uext review, or worsted-work, or some similar abomination. question whether be had ever read a single book since lie was school, and yet there lie sat, misquoting Byron Edith—who