You are quiet, and gentle, and pure like her, and I am so glad of the Providence which led me to Chicopee.

They said I was looking for a wife, but I had no such idea.

I never thought to marry until I met you that afternoon when you wore the pretty delaine, with the red ribbon in your hair.

Do you remember it, Ethelyn ?" Ethelyn did not answer him at once.

She was looking far off upon the water, where the moonlight lay sleeping, and revolving in her mind the expediency of being equally truthful with her future husband, and saying to him, "I, too, have loved, and been promised to another." She knew she ought to tell him this and she would, perhaps, have done so, for Ethie meant to be honest, and her heart was touched and softened by Richard's tender love for his sister; but when he was so unfortunate as to call the green silk which Madame--, in Boston, had made, a pretty delaine, and her scarlet velvet band a "red ribbon," her heart hardened, and her secret remained untold, while her proud lip half curled in scorn at the thought of Abigail Jones, who once stood, perhaps, as she was standing, with her hand on Richard Markham's and the kiss of betrothal wet upon her forehead.