lines. A manuscript returned by

, Margaret crept to her room,

n of the Imitation, then to

em in an envelope against its presentation to Ge

ng him of a minor prophet-shaved. This was Margaret's nightly practice, but to-night this girl was most exquisitely melancholy, and with melancholy her thoughts of her Will

William's heart, the young man had sought to relieve its restlessness by a visit ostensibly on George,

re named, and they were abrupt dog

Mr. Marrapit; upon the drive the queenly Rose

ining pack flew at her. Dignity fell before t

lt about the house. With tremendous bounds the Rose kept before her pursuers-heavily labouring, horrid with thirsty glee. Impotent in

t past his master just as the ribbon fluttered into sight upon the completion of its fourth ci

n the cat's right ear. She wrenched; freed; spran

nip upon Mr. Fletc

. Mr. Marrapit stretched entreating arms

s bosom. Clasping her he turned upon W

ed: "I'm very s

my gates. I'll ha

he evil three were whel

ave escaped," William hotly cried. Indignant he turned. Banis

aged on to Mr. Fle

le for this!" He touched the blood-flecked side, the ab

a hand to his wound

o death by 'ounds. I'm a dolt. I'm responsible. It's '

in reviewed. She murmured "Oh, Bill!"; stretched her soft arms to the night; moved her pretty