Is it possible that such sympathy as you feel for Me, such love as I feel for You, can waste, wither, and fall to the ground like that leaf?
I leave you, Emily--with the firm conviction that there is a time of fulfillment to come in our two lives.

Happen what may in the interval--I trust the future." The words had barely passed his lips when the voice of one of the servants reached them from the house.

"Miss Emily, are you in the garden ?" Emily stepped out into the sunshine.

The servant hurried to meet her, and placed a telegram in her hand.

She looked at it with a sudden misgiving.