"I have no one in the world now but you." * * * * * That night Harrie Hunsden left the old home forever.

The Reverend Cyrus drove her to the rectory in the rainy twilight, and still her lover sat by her side, as it was his blissful privilege to sit.

She clung to him now, in her new desolation, as she might never have learned to cling in happier times.
The rector's wife received the young girl with open arms, and embraced her with motherly heartiness.
"My poor, pale darling!" she said, kissing the cold cheeks.

"You must stay with us until your lost roses come back." But Harriet shook her head.
"I will go to France at once, please," she said, mournfully.

"Madame Beaufort was always good to me, and it was his last wish." Her voice choked.