The first golden period of her married life was a happy time indeed! None could have been more thoughtful of her comfort, nor more tender of her feelings, than was her husband.

But, alas! it was with him as with hundreds and thousands of others.

Not once did it cross his mind that there was danger to him in the pleasant glass that was daily taken.

The bare suggestion he would have repelled as an insult.

On the day of his marriage, Henry Foster received from the father of his wife the title-deeds of a snug little place containing thirty acres, which was well stocked for a small farmer.