His name is Armitage--Percy Armitage--the second son of Mr.Armitage, of Crane Water, near Reading.

My stepfather has offered no opposition to the match, and we are to be married in the course of the spring.

Two days ago some repairs were started in the west wing of the building, and my bedroom wall has been pierced, so that I have had to move into the chamber in which my sister died, and to sleep in the very bed in which she slept.

Imagine, then, my thrill of terror when last night, as I lay awake, thinking over her terrible fate, I suddenly heard in the silence of the night the low whistle which had been the herald of her own death.

I sprang up and lit the lamp, but nothing was to be seen in the room.