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So absorbed was she in her reverie as not to hear Wilford's step as he came in, but when he stood behind her and took her head playfully between his hands, she started up, feeling that the weather had changed; it was not as cold and dreary in Boston as she iined, neither did mother's bed seem as desirable a place to rest upon as the shoulder where she laid her head, playing with Wilford's buttons, and saying to hiraph, didn't you?"

He had gone out with the intention of telegraphing as she desired, but in the hall below he hadthat he entirely forgot his errand until Katy recalled it to hishietfulness

"It is too late now," he added; "besides you could only see the I do not greatly desire, inasmuch as I wish my wife to look her best when I present her to my family, and with red eyes she couldn't, you know"

Katy kneas settled, and choking back her tears she tried to listen, while Wilford, having fairly broken the ice with regard to his faood first impression upon his mother Did Katy remember that Mrs Morey whom they met at Paris, and could she not throw a little of her air into her irlishness when in the presence of others and be a little nified? When alone with hi, affectionate little wife, but the world looked on such things differently Would Katy try?

Wilford, when he commenced, had no definite idea as to what he should say, and withoutit he made Katy moan piteously: "I don't knohat youif I kne Tellso hard that Wilford, whilehimself a fool and a brute, could only try to co but what she was--that his mother and sisters would love her just as he did--and that daily association with them would teach her all that was necessary

Katy's tears were stopped at last; but the frightened, anxious look did not leave her face, even though Wilford tried his best to divert her ained possession of her heart, and nearly the entire night she lay awake, pondering in herhow terrible it would be if he should be disappointed in her after all The consequence of this was that a very white, tired face sat opposite Wilford nextat the breakfast served in their private parlor; nor did it lookout of Boston But when Worcester was reached, and the old ho back, until the cheeks burned with an unnatural red, and the blue eyes fairly danced as they rested on the hills of Silverton