Let me see you, though but for a moment, and let me hear my fate from no lips but yours .-- My own love, your heart-broken lover, CHRISTOPHER STAINES.
This letter stunned her at first.

Her mind of late had been turned away from love to such stern realities.

Now she began to be sorry she had not told him.

"Poor thing!" she said to herself, "he little knows that now all is changed.

Papa, I sometimes think, would deny me nothing now; it is I who would not marry him--to be buried by him in a month or two.
Poor Christopher!" The next moment she started up in dismay.