on for a second lieutenantcy in the army, and was commissioned
in the artillery under his proper name, Raymond J. Corser.

Edward Maloney, who excelled in physical rather than intellectual
attainments, continued in the service, becoming at the time of his
second enlistment first sergeant of Captain Bartlett's company.

OAKLEIGH

BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.

CHAPTER XIII.

During these early months of the year a change had come over Miss Betsey
Trinkett's life. Silas Green had died.

Mr. and Mrs. Franklin went to Wayborough for the funeral, and found Miss
Betsey quite broken.

"To think that the day was fixed at last," she said, "and he died only
the week before. Well, well, it does seem passing queer, after all these
years. It doesn't do to put a thing off too long. And yet, perhaps, it's
all for the best, for if I'd given up and gone down there to live, I
should have had nothing now to look at but the Soldiers' Monument, and
I'd have felt real lonesome without the Merrimac."

And with this consolation the old lady took up her life again, and found
it very much the same thing it had been before, with the exception of
Sunday night. On that evening she would not have the lamps lighted, but
would sit in her favorite window and look out across the valley at her
beloved view, her eyes turned in that direction long after it became too
dark to see.

Sometimes then she regretted that she had not yielded to Silas's
arguments, and gone to live in the house in the village. It would have
pleased him. And it seemed very lonely Sunday night without Silas.

After a while--it was a day or two after the communications came from
Bronson--Mr. Franklin received a letter from his aunt. She was pretty
well, but felt as if she had not heard from them for a long time. She
would send Willy's present soon. Had Janet's been placed in the
savings-bank? She had not heard from Janet since she sent it. Why did
not the child write?

As nothing had come to Janet from Miss Trinkett, this caused some
surprise.

"I am afraid Aunt Betsey has trusted to government once too often," said
Mr. Franklin, "for evidently the package has gone astray. I wonder what
was there besides the gold dollars?"

"Something to make it an odd-looking package, you may be sure, papa,"
said Cynthia.

Mr. Franklin inquired of the postmaster. That personage was a nervous
little man, much harassed with the responsibilities and duties of his
position.

"Somet