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"You! did you?--have you, really?--and what are they like?" Katy al herself by Marian, who replied: "Much like other ladies of their stamp--proud and fashionable The father I never saw, but your Mr Ca his handso to the pride and fashion of her future relationsinto bits a piece of silk, until Marian continued: "Soe Do you knoho it was?"

Delighted that she too could impart information, Katy hastened to say that it was probably "little Jarandchild, whose parents died in Italy Morris told me he met them in Paris, and he said Jamie's father died of consumption, and the mother, too, either then or afterward At all events Jamie is an orphan and a cripple He will never walk, Morris says; and he told ood"

Katy did not see the tears which threatened to , for they were brushed away almost as quickly as they came, while in her usual voice she asked: "What was the cause of his lameness?"

"I don't know just how it happened," Katy replied, "but believe it resulted fro hi"

"A servant!" Marian repeated, a flush rising to her cheek and a strange light flashing on her eye

She had heard all she cared to hear of the Calad when Helen returned froe, as her appearance diverted Katy's s which Helen had brought, she forgot to talk of Jae and buttons were for the wedding dress, the one in which Katy was to be ht to make to herself Miss Hazelton e ofit, every stitch; Katy would think more of it if she did it all, she said; but she did not confess how the bending over that one dress, both early and late, was the escape valve for the feeling which otherould have found vent in passionate tears Helen was very wretched during the pleasant May days she usually enjoyed soout all the brightness and leaving only the terrible certainty that Katy was lost to her forever--bright, frolicsome Katy, ithout a shadow on her heart sported a at the hearts of both the patient wo their tears for the night ti of Wilford Cameron Helen had ceased to think that Hiss Hazelton had any designs on Dr Grant, for her , and she dismissed that subject from her irls to be very pretty to the gentle any har her as a quiet wo that her feelings, too, were stirred to their very depths as the bridal preparations progressed She only kneretched she was herself, and how hard it was to fight her tears back as she bent over the plaided silk, weaving in with every stitch a part of the clinging love which each day grew stronger for the only sister, ould soon be gone, leaving her alone Only once did she break entirely down, and that hen the dress was done and Katy tried it on, adht that she ht see it behind