in ordier that the lady might' be released ad- soon; and; as quickly as possible from the miserable fife she led with a miserly aunt on whom she was entirely dependent. When his brother knew of the marriage he wrote him a wild letter full of cursing- and went to" America. Nothing was heard' of him in Britain for six years.. At the end of that time he wtote his -brother a second letter, wlucK — which I'll read to you." " Ah, Cha'man," said Martha, "it was you who married Henrietta Har rison. Neither can- you deceive me." "Come with me to the library, then." When they had got seated again Cha'man read the letter, which he took from his desk. It was dated from New York, and began — " ' My dear Brother, — I was mad when I left England ' 1 can imagine many and many a letter beginning so," Cha'man interrupted himself to say. The letter went on, "'I sincerely beg jrpur pardon for having had wrong thoughts about you and Hetty. I feel more, and might say more than is here expressed; but let me get off with this. I resolved to marry the first pretty woman I met in America who would have me, and the second one 1 asked became my wife. I then determined to make a fortune, and I have done it in five years, but at the cost of my life? Here's a long rambling account of how he made his fortune, which I won't read. I'll fo on here. 'My wife died after I ad been married two years, and I have one daughter scarcely four years Old.' " "Me?" asked Martha. " Tes." ' The doctor says I may live for six years or six months. I some times feel as if six days would end me. Tou see how unsteady my hand is. I have to write a sentence at a time and then rest. Can you come to America for my daughter. Come at once, if you can, for I would like to see you before I die. I will not live six months, I know. Come and let me clasp your hand, and hear you for give me, dear old Charlie. Come for my little Martha.' I went, and my brother died a week after I arrived. 