hould restore its natural color.

As the Reverend Mr. and Mrs. Martin, they walked back to the city. At
the first hack stand "Mr. Martin" called a carriage, placed "Mrs.
Martin," with her pet dog, knapsack, and carpet bag in it, entered and
took a seat by her side, and told the hackman to drive to the best
hotel.

"For it is our policy now to go boldly to the best," he said, as he took
Sybil's hands, cold from her outdoor toilet, into his and tried to warm
them.

They were driven to the "Calvert House," where Mr. Berners registered
their names as the Reverend Isaiah Martin and wife; and where they were
received with the respect due to the cloth, and shown to a handsome room
on the first floor, which was cheerfully lighted by a chandelier, and
warmed by a bright coal fire in the grate.

Here poor Sybil enjoyed the first real repose she had seen since the
commencement of her flight. Here Lyon ordered a comfortable and even
luxurious supper; and the fugitive pair supped together in peace and
safety.

Although it was late when the table was cleared, Lyon felt that no time
was to be lost before he should make inquiries about the outward bound
ships. So having ordered the morning and evening papers to be brought to
their room, he first examined the shipping advertisements, and finding
that the "Energy," Captain Strong, was to sail for Havre on the next day
but one, taking passengers as well as freight, he put on his hat, and
leaving Sybil to amuse herself with the newspapers during his absence,
he left the hotel to see the shipping agent.

A strange sense of peace and safety had fallen upon Sybil, and she sat
there before her cheerful fire reading the news of the day, and
occasionally contrasting her situation now, in the finest room of a
large and crowded hotel, with her position but a few days before in the
Robbers' Cave. The time passed pleasantly enough until the return of Mr.
Berners.

He entered very cheerfully, telling her that he had engaged a cabin
passage in the "Energy," which would sail on the day after to-morrow,
and that they must be on board the next afternoon.

Sybil was delighted to hear this. Visions of perfect freedom, and of
foreign travel with her beloved Lyon, flitted before her imagination.

They talked over their plans for the next day, and then retired to bed,
and slept well until the next morning.

They arose and breakfasted early. The morning was fine and clear, and
they wrapped themsel