"Noon of day after to-morrow is the hour.

Edward, do you know that our good doctor is a Waldensian ?" "No, I did not, and am pleased to learn it; though I was satisfied that he was no Papist." "Yes, he is one of that long-persecuted noble race, and will take you to see his pastor on our behalf.

I have so greatly admired and loved the Waldenses that I really feel that to be married by one of their pastors will be some small compensation for--for being so far from home and--mamma.

O Edward, if she were but here!" Her tears were falling fast.

He put his arm about her waist, her head dropped upon his shoulder and he smoothed her hair with caressing hand.
"It is hard for you," he said tenderly; "so different from what you and all of us have looked forward to.