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"Send for me tomorrow" she said,

"Your presence can only endanger
him, madame; but will send you It'd
ings of his state. Adieur'
The following morning, as she was
seated in her own apartment, she was
once more summoned into the drawing
room.
The Sister of Mercy was there, talking
to her aunt. They both looked grave
and thoughtful, and glanced anxiously
at Ellinor, as she entered the room.
''He is worseP" said Ellinor to the
Sister, before a word had been spoken.
"Unhappily, yes. Madame, he isl
"Oh, do not tell me any morel For
| PHYS saker' she exclaimed. $50
young, so gifted, so admired; and it
was in this very room we passed such
| happy hours together years ago"
| She walked with fearless ewes to the
window, and, leaning her head against
the glass, looked down into the street
below, and out at the cherries gray
of the autumn sky.
| She was thinking how new and
strange the world looked to her now
that Horace Margrave was dead.
! They erected very modest tomb over
I
/ Cemetery of Pere la Chaise There had
been some thoughts of conveying his
ashes to his native country, that they
might rest in the church of Margrave,
/ little village in Westmoreland, the chan
Gel of which church was decorated with
a recumbent statue of Algernon Mar
grave, cavalier, who fell at the Worcester
/ fight; but as he, the deceased, had no
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/ ms in the army and the church, and
superannuated Admiral, his great uncle,
and, as it is furthermore discovered
that the accomplished solicitor of Veru-
lam Buildings, Gray's Inn, had not left
a penny behind him, the idea was quick
| ly abandoned, ard the last remains of
/ the admired Horace were left to decay
in the soil of a foreign grave.
1t was never fully known who caused
the simple tablet which ultimately
adorned his resting-place to be erected.
1t was a plain block of marble; no
pompous Latin epitaph, or long list of
virtues, was thereon engraved; but
half-burned torch, suddenly extin-
! guished, was sculptured at the bottom
of the tablet, while from the smoke of
the torch butterfly mounted upward.
Above this design there was merely
inscribed the name and age of the de-
ceased. ... .f. I'M. ..rr
The night following the day of Hor-
ace Margrave's funeral, Henry Dalton
was seated, hard at work, at his cham
bers in the Temple. ...g
! The light of the Office lamp falling
upon his quiet face, revealed mourn
full and carewon expression not usual
/ to him.
He looked ten years older since his
marriage to Ellinor. .a F, uua
He had fought the b attic of life, and
lost-lost in the great battle which
some hold so lightly, but which to
others is an earnest tight-lost in the
endeavor to win the wife he could so
tenderly and truly have loved. ID.
He had now nothing left to him but
4 his profsssion--no other ambition-no
other, hope. +...... ..... ...........
Twill work hard" he said, "that
she, though separated from me forever,
may still at least derive. every joy, of
those poor joys which money can buy,
from my labor" '' i' l'a-''il
! - He had heard nothing of either Hor-.
ace Margrave's journey to Paris, his i'll
ness. or his death. He had no hope of
being ever released from the oath which
A bound him to silence to silence which
he had sworn to preserve so long as
! Horace Margrave lived 7'-''ii'an
Tired, but still persevering, anCWab-
sorbed in a difficult case, which needed
all the professional acumen of heclever
young barrister, who read and wrote on
until past eleven o clock. il4 ala DO
H. Just as the clocks were, Ginning the
half hour after eleven, he heard the bell
of the outer door ring, as if pulled by
an agitated hand. l',J ~ ~ 49i
His chambers were on the first floor;
on the floor below were those of a gen.
tleman who always left at six o'clock.
tI." L do not expect any one at such an
hour; but it may be for me, he
thought. ''''
He heard his clerk open the door, and
went on writing without once lifting his
head. .v.aul lwffr r .iI
Three minutes afterwards the door of
his own office opened, and person en-
tered unannOunced. He looked up sud
denly A lady dressed in mourning,
with her face entirely concealed by a
thick vail, stood near the door
Madame he said, with some sur
prise, may Lask' 'I---l b
She came hurriedlY from the door by
which she stood and fell on her knees
at his feet, Throwing up her vail as she
did so. ua H.. . -l!I tI.v-r l.. n.
Ellinor!" ..l...
Yes. am in mourning for Horace
Margrave, my unhappy guardian. He
died week ago in Paris. He told me
all, Henry Dalton. nv friend NV hus-