"Why do you say was ?" "Because I have just come from the Morgue where she lies dead." "No, no," came in a low shriek from his lips, "that is not she; that is another woman, like her perhaps, but not she." "Would to God you were right; but the long golden braids! Such hair as hers I never saw on anyone before." "Mr.Blake is right," I broke in, for I could not endure this scene any longer.

"The woman taken out of the East river to-day has been both seen and spoken to by him and that not long since.

He should know if it is his wife." "And isn't it ?" "No, a thousand times no; the girl was a perfect stranger." The assurance seemed to lift a leaden weight from her heart.

"O thank God," she murmured dropping with an irresistible impulse on her knees.
Then with a sudden return of her old tremble, "But I was only to reveal her secret in case of her death! What have I done, O what have I done! Her only hope lay in my faithfulness." Mr.Blake leaning heavily on the table before him, looked in her face.
"Mrs.Daniels," said he, "I love my wife; her hope now lies in me." She leaped to her feet with a joyous bound.

"You love her?
O thank God!" she again reiterated but this time in a low murmur to her self.