'LINA'S LETTER Wicked Hugh! How he did enjoy it, for days seeing the family come in and out, talking as freely of him as if he were a log of wood, and how perfectly happy he was when, one morning Alice came in and sat by him, placing her tiny gold thimble upon her delicate finger, and bending over her bit of dainty embroidery, humming occasionally a sweet, mournful air, which showed that her thoughts were wandering back to the cottage by the river, where her mother lived and died.

While she was sitting there Mrs.Worthington joined her, and a moment after a letter was brought in from 'Lina, containing on the corner, "In haste." Mrs.Worthington's eyesight had always been poor, and latterly it was greatly impaired, making glasses indispensable.

Unfortunately, she had that very morning broken one of the eyes, and consequently could not use them at all.
"What is that ?" she asked, pointing out the words, "In haste," to Alice, who explained what it was, while Mrs.Worthington, fearing lest something had befallen her daughter, could scarcely tear open the envelope.

Then, when it was open, she could not read it, for 'Lina's writing was never very plain, and passing it to Alice, she said, entreatingly: "Please read it for me.

There is no secret, I presume." Glancing at Hugh, who had purposely turned his face to the wall, Alice commenced as follows: "FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL, NEW YORK, OCTOBER, 1860." "DEAR MOTHER: What a little eternity it is since I heard from you, and how am I to know that you are not all dead and buried.