e in New York we have a bad way of not telling the whole
truth, but you will soon be used to it."

"Used to not telling the truth! Oh, I hope not!" and this time the blue
eyes lifted so wonderingly to Bell's face had in them a startled look.

"Simpleton," was Juno's comment, while Bell's was: "I rather like the
child," as she continued to smooth the golden curls and wound them
around her finger, wondering if Katy had a taste for metaphysics, that
being the last branch of science which she had taken up.

"I suppose you will find Will a pattern husband," Juno said, after a
moment's pause, and Katy replied: "There never could be a better, I am
sure, and I have been very happy."

"Has he never said one cross word to you in all these six months?" was
Juno's next question, to which Katy answered, truthfully: "Never."

"And lets you do as you please?"

"Yes, just as I please," Katy replied, while Juno continued: "He must
have changed greatly, then, from what he used to be; but marriage has
probably improved him. He tells you all his secrets, too, I presume?"

Anxious that Wilford should appear well in every light, Katy replied at
random: "Yes, if he has any."

"Well, then," and in Juno's black eyes there was a wicked look, "perhaps
you will tell me who was or is the original of that picture he guards so
carefully?"

"What picture?" and Katy looked up inquiringly, while Juno, with a
little sarcastic laugh, continued: "Oh, he has not told you, then. I
thought he would not, he seemed so angry and annoyed when he saw me with
it once three or four years ago. I found it in his room, where he had
accidentally left it, and was looking at it when he came in. It was the
picture of a young girl, who must have been very beautiful, and I did
not blame Will for loving her, if he ever did, but he need not have been
so indignant at me for wishing to know who it was. I never saw him so
angry or so much disturbed. I hope you will ferret the secret out and
tell me, for I have a great deal of curiosity, fancying that picture
had something to do with his remaining so long a bachelor. I do not mean
that he does not love you," she added, as she saw how white Katy grew.
"It is not to be expected that a man can live to be thirty without
loving more than one. There was Sybil Grey, a famous belle, whom I
thought at one time he would marry; but when Judge Grandon offered she
accepted, and Will was left in the lurch. I do not really believe he
c