How am I to thank you ?" "Your wedding-dress--plain, simple, but rich, to suit the occasion--will be sent to St.Mildred's," said the duchess--"also a handsome traveling costume; but all the rest of the packages can be sent to Beechgrove.

You will need them only there." Madaline kissed the hand extended to her.
"I shall never know how to thank you," she said.
A peculiar smile came over the darkly-beautiful face.
"I think you will," returned the duchess "I can imagine what blessings you will some day invoke on my name." Then she withdrew her hand suddenly from the touch of the pure sweet lips.
"Good-by, Madaline," she said; and it was long before the young girl saw the fair face of the duchess again.
Just as she was quitting the room Philippa placed a packet in her hand.
"You will carefully observe the directions given in this ?" she said; and Madaline promised to do so.
The time at St.Mildred's soon passed.

It was a quiet, picturesque village, standing at the foot of a green hill facing the bay.

There was little to be seen, except the shining sea and the blue sky.

An old church, called St.Mildred's, stood on the hill-top.