Slowly turning away, she left the room; but, to her husband, she seemed still standing there, a lovely vision.

There had fallen, in that instant of time, a sunbeam which fixed the image upon his memory in imperishable colors.

What though he parted company here with the vital form, that effigy would be, through all time, his inseparable companion! "Gone!" Hartley Emerson held his breath as the word came into mental utterance.

There was a motion of regret in his heart; a wish that he had not spoken quite so sternly--that he had kept back a part of the hard saying.

But it was too late now.