I HEAR FROM MR.

JONATHAN ANDREWES--YORKSHIRE--ALATHEA _alias_ BETTY--WE BURY OUR DEAD OUT OF OUR SIGHT--VOICES OF THE NORTH I sat up for a short time with my father on my return.

When I went to bed, to my amazement Sweep was absent, and I could not find him anywhere.

I did not like to return to the Rectory, for fear of disturbing Mr.Andrewes' rest, so I went to bed without my dog.
I was up early next morning, for I had resolved to go to the station to see Mr.Andrewes off, though his train was an early one, that I might disabuse him of his superstition by our meeting once more.

It was with a secret sense of relief, for my own part, that I saw him arranging his luggage.