If you love me," continued she, pleadingly, as her father made a gesture of dissent, "let us go.

You see he is dying--begs you from the brink of the grave.

Let me go, only to say good bye to him, and then, perhaps," concluded she, pressing her hand upon her heart, "I shall be better here." Her father had not the heart to make any objection, and the next day they started for Philadelphia.

They despatched a note to Clarence, saying they had arrived, which Emily received, and after opening it, went to gently break its contents to her brother.
"You must prepare yourself for visitors, Clary," said she, "no doubt some of our friends will call to-day, the weather is so very delightful." "Do you know who is coming ?" he inquired.
"Yes, dear," she answered, seating herself beside him, "I have received a note stating that a particular friend will call to-day--one that you desire to see." "Ah!" he exclaimed, "it is little Birdie, is it not ?" "Yes," she replied, "they have arrived in town, and will be here to-day." "Did not I tell you so ?" said he, triumphantly.

"I knew she would come.