Ah! Dear old Tiger, and how are you?
Doctor Frank," lowering her voice, "do you know what day this is ?" Doctor Frank looked at her with a faint shadow of a smile on his face, humming a line or two of a ballad.
"'Long have I been true to you.

Now I'm true no longer.' Too bad, Eeny, we should lose the wedding, and one wedding, they say, makes many." "Too bad!" echoed Eeny, indignantly.

"Oh, Doctor Frank, it was cruel of Rose, wasn't it?
You would hardly know poor Kate now." "Hush!" said the Doctor, "here she comes!" A tall, slender figure came out from the orchard path, book in hand, and advanced slowly towards the house.

Was it the ghost, the wraith, the shadow of beautiful Kate Danton?
The lovely golden hair, glittering in the dying radiance of the sunset, and coiled in shining twists round the head, was the same; the deep large eyes, so darkly blue, were clear and cloudless as ever, and yet changed totally in expression.

The queenly grace that always characterized her, characterized her still; but how wasted the supple form, how shadowy and frail it had grown.