THE season at Newport closed, and the summer birds of fashion flitted away.

But Mrs.Dexter still remained, and in a feeble condition.

It was as late as November before the physician in attendance would consent to her removal.

She was then taken home, but so changed that even her nearest friends failed to recognize in her wan, sad, dreary face, anything of its old expression.
No man could have been kinder--no man could have lavished warmer attentions on another than were lavished on his wife by Mr.Dexter.
With love-like assiduity, he sought to awaken her feelings to some interest in life; not tiring, though she remained as coldly passive as marble.

But she gave him back no sign.