We shall yet be happy.

Farewell, for a little while.

In a few days I will be with you again.
"MIRIAM." As Mrs.Darlington read the last sentence of this letter, Henry, her son, who had not been home since he went out at breakfast-time, came hurriedly into the room, and, in an excited manner, said-- "Mother, I want ten dollars!" The face of the young man was flushed, and his eyes unsteady.

It was plain, at a glance, that he had been drinking.
Mrs.Darlington looked at him for a moment, and then, before Edith had seen the contents of Miriam's letter, placed it in his hands.
"What does this mean ?" he exclaimed, after running his eyes over it hurriedly.

"Miriam gone off with that Burton!" The letter dropped upon the floor, and Henry clasped his hands together with a gesture of pain.
"Who is Mr.Burton?
What do you know of him ?" asked Edith.
"I know him to be a man of the vilest character, and a gambler into the bargain! Rich! Gracious heaven!" And the young man struck his hands against his forehead, and glanced wildly from his pale-faced mother to his paler sister.
"And you knew the character of this man, Henry!" said Mrs.Darlington.
There was a smiting rebuke in her tone.