I am he: do you not know me ?" "You are not William Reilly," she replied; "if you were, you would have a token." "Do you forget that ?" he replied, placing in her hand the emerald ring she had given him at the trial.

She started on looking at it, and a feeble flash was observed to proceed from her eyes.
"This might come to you," she said, "by Reilly's death; yes, this might come to you in that way; but there is another token which is known to none but himself and me." "Whisper," said he, and as he spoke he applied his mouth to her ear, and breathed the token into it.
[Illustration: PAGE 182--It is he! it is he!] She stood back, her eyes flashed, her beautiful bosom heaved; she advanced, looked once more, and exclaimed, with a scream, "It is he! it is he!" and the next moment she was insensible in his arms.

Long but precious was that insensibility, and precious were the tears which his eyes rained down upon that pale but lovel countenance.

She was soon placed upon a settee, but Reilly knelt beside her, and held one of her hands in his.

After a long trance she opened her eyes and again started.
Reilly pressed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Helen, I am with you at last." She smiled on him and said, "Help me to sit up, until I look about me, that I may be certain this is not a dream." She then looked about her, and as the ladies of the family spoke tenderly to her, and caressed her, she fixed her eyes once more upon her lover, and said, "It is not a dream then; this is a reality; but, alas! Reilly, I tremble to think lest they should take you from me again." "You need entertain no such apprehension, my dear Helen," said the lady of the mansion.