The Beloved Woman

nd sweet, and Wolf and Harry Redding had taken the girls to Newark, where Wolf's motor-car had been stored all winter, and they had laughed, and joked, and chattered

heir way rejoicing in sunshine and warm breezes, a part of the streaming

that same mysterious and solemn smile upon him again some day, as his wife. And all day long, as she danced along by his side, as she eagerly debated the question of luncheon, as she enslaved the aged colour

the lingering dusk of the cool spring evening, and perhaps see the twelfth installmen

ected ecstasy in which he had no part-would never have a

must try to feel that I belong to them; and she was so sweet-she put her arm about me, and said that I must have some pretty clothes! And the car is coming for me on Wednesday; isn't it like a dream?

said, in her honest, pleasant voic

marvellous narrative progressed, dug her face into Aunt Kate's motherly soft sho

ort in the hall, still staring. He seemed himself at dinner, and his mother, at first watching him anxiously, could resume her meal, and later, could fall a

than once, she had tried the effect of reading, and of hot milk, and of a cold foot-bath. But still the cro

hild! I've never said so-it was Alice and Chris who said so. Annie and Leslie will never know anything more, and the girl herself nee