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"NEW YORK, December 16th "To Miss HELEN LENNOX, Silverton, Mass: "Your sister is very ill Come as soon as possible

"W CAMERON"

This was the purport of a telegram received at the farmhouse toward the close of a chill Dece as she read it aloud, and then looked in the white, scared faces of those around her Katy was very ill--dying, perhaps--or Wilford had never telegraphed What could it be? What was the matter? Had it been somewhat later, they would have known; but now all was conjecture worse than useless, and in a half-distracted state Helen made her hasty preparations for the journey on the ht offer soestion for her to carry to that sickrooo with ht save her life"

But Morris shook his head If he was needed they ht send and he would come, but not without; and so next day he carried Helen to the cars, saying to her, as they aiting for the train: "I hope for the best, but it may be Katy will die If you think so, tell her Oh, tell her! of the better world, and ask if she is prepared I cannot lose her in heaven"

And this was all the h his heart and prayers went after the rapid train which bore Helen safely onward, until Hartford was reached, where there was a long detention, so that the dark wintry night had closed over the city ere Helen had reached it, ti what she should do if Wilford was not there toto herself, looking around in dises and street cars a swifter passage to their ho soan at last totaken whither the others had gone, wherever that ht be

"Is Miss Helen Lennox here?" sounded cheerily in her ears as she stopped before the depot, and Helen uttered a cry of joy, for she recognized the voice of Mark Ray, as soon grasping her hand, and trying to reassure her, as he sa she shrank from the noise and clae is here," he said, and in a moment she found herself in a close-covered vehicle, with Mark sitting opposite, tucking the war those nu to one always accustomed to act and think for herself