Her health in fact was evidently beginning to go.

Her appetite had abandoned her; she slept little, and that little was restless and unrefreshing.
All her family, with the exception of her father and mother, who sustained themselves with the silly ambition of their daughter being able to keep her jaunting-car--for her father had made that point a _sine qua non_--all, we say, with the above exceptions, became seriously alarmed at the state of her mind and health.
"Kathleen, dear," said her affectionate sister, "I think you have carried your feelings against Bryan far enough." "My feelings against Bryan!" she exclamed.
"Yes," proceeded her sister, "I think you ought to forgive him." "Ah, Hanna darling, how little you know of your sister's heart.

I have long since forgiven him, Hanna." "Then what's to prevent you from making up with him ?" "I have long since forgiven him, Hanna; but, my dear sister, I never can nor will think for a moment of marrying any man that has failed, when brought to the trial, in honest and steadfast principal--the man that would call me wife should be upright, pure, and free from every stain of corruption--he must have no disgrace or dishonor upon his name, and he must feel the love of his religion and his country as the great ruling principles of his life.

I have long since forgiven Bryan, but it is because he is not what I hoped he was, and what I wished him to be, that I am as you see me." "Then you do intend to marry ?" asked Hanna, with a smile.
"Why do you ask that, Hanna ?" "Why, because you've given me sich a fine description of the kind o' man your husband is to be." "Hanna," she replied, solemnly, "look at my cheek, look at my eye, look at my whole figure, and then ask me that question again if you can.
Don't you see, darling, that death is upon me?
I feel it." Her loving and beloved sister threw her arms around her neck, and burst into an irrepressible fit of bitter grief.
"Oh, you are changed, most woefully, Kathleen, darlin'," she exclaimed, kissing her tenderly; "but if you could only bear up now, time would set everything right, and bring you about right, as it will still, I hope." Her sister mused for some time, and then added--"I think I could bear up yet if he was to stay in the country; but when I recollect that he's going to another land--forever--I feel that my heart is broken: as it is, his disgrace and that thought are both killin' me.

To-morrow the auction comes on, and then he goes--after that I will never see him.