• My only comfort till poor Frederick comes borne is to spend myself for her • she pleaded to Edith. She was always fond of me, always very good tome. ' Edith st.iyed later aud longer at the Ssa-wall House, as the days lengthened. end the shadow deepened

stirred by his sister's suggestion. but only to indignation, and he Iverayed nothing of it to Edith. Presently it passed entirely from his reitteuibranee. Edith had fallen so simply into her natural place that it was inipoiwible to imagine or desire any

obstinate niece. Edith Hsrlowe. P. S—His name is Larry Creston. For a week Edith heard nothing from hoe note. Then one noon ,he met her undo rushing from his favourite cafe, and she walked at his side to the elevator door. Well, Edith, Fre seen your hero

keep Mrs. Glenney and Edith apart. Jack Farquhar and Lady Dundas assisted hint thews by keeping all the company engaged in playing wild nursery games; all except Edith and Sir Henry Diendsw who haul a game leg. How lifeless Edith seemed among the rest

, first in all works of devotion and charity. Her admiration far Edith is still unbounded. One day they were talking about that notable virifc from the euchre club committee, and Edith said : “I always feel ashamed when I remember how angry and indignant

and burst into passionate tears. She took her baby jealously from Edith's arms, and, kissing the little white face, cried: " more likely to want black than that I'm very sorry," said Edith, gently, but Ada shook off her caressing hand. The contrast between

paused by her were never any other but Edith and little boy's side, and took t he same hand that Max and occasionally the nursemaid in it. Marjorie had held ; and so for a moment " They had many visitors," Edith said they faced each other, looking into

not She did not care for meat, and / Neither did Edith touch the meat 1 was no one cook it except Edith one in the house but witness, Edith ’!?’ deceased. Witness had the steak pan in the kitchen, Edith bring You did not notice what gn© with it? No, si

She received letter from Edith on the 15th August, and alao a postcard. She had the letter now. but not the postcard, which must have been destroyed whilst »h* away. The Coroner lead extract from tlie letter, in which Edith apuke of her unhappy life

regard for his wife's memory would have effaced himself for ever. It is Edith, of course, who has put him up to it—for the sake of her position. It is Edith who stands in me wev—Edith, and nothing else, until her deittli. That fellow says I cannot marry—until