A WEDDING AT ST.

LUKE'S.
The day but one following the party, as Lucy was doing some shopping down street she stepped for a moment into her dressmaker's, Miss Carson's, where she found three or four of her companions, all eagerly discussing what seemed to be quite an interesting topic.

As Lucy entered, one of them turning toward her said; "Oh, isn't it strange?
Or haven't you heard ?" "Heard what ?" asked Lucy; and her companion replied: "Why, Ada Harcourt is going to be married.

Miss Carson is making her the most beautiful traveling dress, with silk hat to match--" "Besides three or four elegant silk dresses," chimed in another.
"And the most charming morning-gown you ever saw--apple green, and dark green, striped--and lined with pink silk," rejoined a third.
By this time Lucy had sunk into the nearest chair.

The truth had flashed upon her, as it probably has upon you; but as she did not wish to betray her real emotions she forced a little bitter laugh, and said, "St.Leon, I suppose, is the bridegroom." "Yes; who told you ?" asked her companion.
"Oh, I've seen it all along," answered Lucy carelessly.