I am a great deal better, and when you come home you will find me in the parlor." In the lower hall Mr.Hamilton caressed his little Willie, who begged that he, too, might go.

"Don't leave, me, Maggie, don't," said he, as Mag came up to say good-by.
Long years after the golden curls which Mag pushed back from Willie's forehead were covered by the dark moist earth, did she remember her baby-brother's childish farewell, and oft in bitterness of heart she asked, "Why did I go--why leave my loved ones to die alone ?" Just a week after Mag's departure news was received at the homestead that Walter was coming to Glenwood for a day or two, and on the afternoon of the same day Kate had occasion to go home.

As she was leaving the house Mrs.Hamilton detained her, while she said, "Miss Kirby, we are all greatly obliged to you for your kindness in staying with Carrie, although your services really are not needed.

I understand how matters stand between you and Walter, and as he is to be here to-morrow; you of course will feel some delicacy about remaining, consequently I release you from all obligations to do so." Of course there was no demurring to this.

Kate's pride was touched; and though Carrie wept, and begged her not to go, she yielded only so far as to stay until the next morning, when, with a promise to call frequently, she left.