reproachfully at Edith, Waa it possible that his Edith bad ever loved before ? if not, why this emotion This thought sped with lightninglike rapidity through his mind, and conducting his wife to a seal, hastily lelt her. was Horace whom Edith had seen: and

struck the Edith ; the collision occurred within seven miuutee of the time he first saw the Duchess ; the Great Emmen Jetty light was abeam at 1.40 ; the port light of theDuchms was ouly seen just that vessel striking the Edith ; the Edith starlxuriled

struck'. the Edith the collision occurred within seven mifiitea of the time he first saw the Duchess ; the reat Eastern J ettv light was 'abeam at 1.40 ; the portlight of ?? was only seen ?? as that vessel was striking the Edith; the ;Edith htarboarded

without heeding the strange sparkle in her eyes. Edith Edith I why what ails you ?” Ails mo? Nothing. Why?” ‘‘Yon are answering ‘yes' and ‘no’ rr.udoti) don't believe you have heard a word spoke to yon I” Edith passed her trembling hand across her foi'ohcad

good resvon," said the old gtsulonan. "You are too old, Edith, nut to sue the wisdom of such an arrangement." "Share me, uncle," said Edith. "I twimot think of A. Let me live with you." " Edith, you must lay aside your whimsied sentimentality:'' said

At length Edith found words—“ 1 have no friend help are never without car Friend,” was the reply, in low. tender tone. Edith looked op. “Ob, I know what you mean; but Ido not. cannot feel it.” _., •• Try pray, love—l beg your pardon—Miss Edith. Thank, you

little further, Edith?” ••Really, Mary, w« should retamiuj/ home;.! thought jwu of Loing tired?” tephed Edith Mervyu, I; j Kuo utuut the sMtae agt- her cou>ia. "Yes; bat there Mr. Crosby coming, and I want fo have some fan with him, Edith.” •• Well, I think

where she had left Edith, who was still there, and weeping bitterly, Hester !” exclaimed the startled girl, looking up as she advanced. Edith—dear Edith !” For moment they wero clasped in each other's arms. t( Forgive me,” murmured Edith. have nothing

to show them iter fine house ; but she supposed Edith would be ashamed of her old mother now. * Mother,*’ said Kale, vou are not speaking yon (h ; is is Dorothea who has pul this info your head. If Edith were a queen, instead what she is, she wouM never

encounter Edith's mood of discontent. The young lady had wanted a young attendant, but had been circumvented by Supple, her persevering, yet obsequious enemy. Margate, as she called herself, had been some hours in the house before she was called to Edith's chatnber