See if I do not.

Wishing to be remembered to the Judge, I am, yours truly, "FRANK VAN BUREN." * * * * * This is what Ethelyn read, knowing, as she read, that it would make matters right between herself and husband--at least so far as an appointment was concerned; but she would not show it to him then.

She was too angry, too much aggrieved, to admit of any attempts on her part for a reconciliation; so she put that note with the other, and then went quietly on arranging her things in their proper places.

Then, when this was done, she sat down by the window and peering out into the wintry darkness watched the many lights and moving figures in Mrs.Miller's house, which could be distinctly seen from the hotel.

Richard still intended to take the early train for St.Louis, and so he retired at last, but Ethelyn sat where she was until the carriages taking the revelers home had passed, and the lights were out in Mrs.Miller's windows, and the bell of St.John's had ushered in the second hour of the fast.