1 JENNY: KISSED MB.'

1, " ', |< .Tie a bright but chilly May T ,da,y^ln|the uxuribus sitting-room* of Mrs Darcyla ?coal greJs^feurning, ,an. d in ,a purple,,arm-char before tKis gettial'firCMrK.Pardy eiitsi '"

She is looking, very handsome asvshe sitß he'reitbe brilliant morning; sunshine stream ine across her duck beauty, anci loosely ripp ling bair—very handsome in her rose pink wrapper, with; the soft drift of lace about her - slim .fchroab and wrißts. Very handsome; andyet a trifle oub or sqrts r too, ;for; ( the- dark, lender brows aYe contracted," and the ; brown, luminous1 eyes 'gaze 'sombrely into the depbbs ojf fche'fire. • She sifca looping'and unlooping in a nervous sort of restlessness the cord and tassels that bind her > slender waist, one slippered i foot beating an impatient tattoo on the basapck. Her lips compressed /in, deep and. unpleasant thought. About the room great ctrunks half-packed stand ; in the wardrobe ad joining, her maid is busily, folding away dresses. Evidently an at hand. , ' 1 cannot go—l shall noli go .until I see him,'she is thinking; 'it is only what I have richly earned ; what hiy treachery of the past deserves, but it .i.» nonetheless hard to bear. I east.off r Jits love once-; trampled his heart under my , feet.: >fiH& would be less than man to offer it again to one so treacherous and unworthy. And Nellie is an angel—who can wonder-that he loves her. It is my just punishment when I have learned how good, how tender, how1 noble he is, to see her, win him from/me— when I have learned to love him with my whole heart, to see him give hia feo her—to ■oee him in my turn.' ■~;. v ; j,' 'She; rises with san impatienb sigh and walks up and down the room, trying to srush out bitter pain of lose—the envy and rebellion that, will r arjse within her as ?be thinks of Helen' Tbqrndyke, the wife of Richard Gilbert. v- •, ' £:?« ■

For ib has come to this—that society begins to whisper that Helen will speedily tioff the weeds of -widowhood for the pale flowing robe 3of the bride. Ib iB the second May follo.wing Laurence Thorndyke's tragic death, one year and jeyen months, and the most despairing of wid6wa will riot despair forever. 