I dreamed about her all night, Rose, and the shadow of my dreams is upon me still.

It is foolish, I know, but I cannot get my heart again into the sunlight." And Rose had been dreaming troubled dreams of her old friend, also; and it was because of the pressure that lay upon her feelings that she had come over to Ivy Cliff this morning to ask if Mr.Delancy had heard from Irene.

She did not, however, speak of this, for she saw that he was in an unhappy state on account of his daughter.
"Dreams are but shadows," she said, forcing a smile to her lips and eyes.
"Yes--yes." The old man responded with an abstracted air.

"Yes; they are only shadows.

But, my dear, was there ever a shadow without a substance ?" "Not in the outside world of nature.