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If Katy's letters, written, one on board the steamer and another from London, were to be trusted, she was as nearly perfectly happy as a young bride well can be, and the people at the farmhouse felt themselves more and more kindly disposed toward Wilford Ca soon into the northern part of England, and from thence into Scotland, Katy wrote from London, and teeks after found them comfortably settled at the inn at Alnwick, near to Alnwick Castle Wilford had see London before Katy was quite ready to leave, and hurrying across the country until Alnas reached He had been there before, years ago, he said, but no one seeh all paid due respect to the distinguished-looking A wife An entrance into Alnwick Castle was easily obtained, and Katy felt that all her girlish dreanificence were more than realized here in this home of the Percys, where ancient andwere so blended together She would never tire of that place, she thought, but Wilford's taste led hiht, it would appear, in wandering around St Mary's Church, which stood upon a hill co country for h the village graveyard where slept the dust of centuries, the gray,date backward for more than a hundred years, their quaint inscriptions both puzzling and a Katy, who studied the, however, when the heat was unusually great, she felt too listless to wander about, and so sat upon the grass, listening to the birds as they sang above her head, while Wilford, at soainst a tree and thinking sad, regretful thoughts, as his eye rested upon the rough headstone at his feet

"Genevra La upon it, and as he read it a feeling of reproach was in his heart, while he said: "I hope I alad to know that she is dead"

He had corave, of assuring himself that after life's fitful fever, Genevra La once done to her by him It is true he had not doubted her death before, but as seeing was believing, so now he felt sure of it, and plucking fro there, he went back to Katy and sitting down beside her with his ar her what he had promised himself he would tell her there in that very yard, where Genevra was buried But the task was harder now than before Katy was so happy with hi his love so fully that he dared not lift the veil and read to her that page hinted at once before in Silverton, when they sat beneath the butternut tree, with the fresh young grass springing around them Then, she was not his wife, and the fear that she would not be if he told her all had kept hi could undo that, and there, in the shadow of the gray old church through whose aisles Genevra had been borne out to where the rude headstone was gleaht, it seemed meet that he should tell her sad story And Katy would have forgiven hiret had darkened her life since it was linked with his, and in her perfect love she could have pardoned much But Wilford did not tell It was not needful; he made himself believe--not necessary for her ever to know that once he met a maiden called Genevra, almost as beautiful as she, but never so beloved No, never Wilford said that truly, when that night he bent over his sleeping Katy, co her face with Genevra's, and his love for her with his love for Genevra