chastens not in anger, but who would
lead the lost one back into the quiet fold where there was perfect
peace.

And Katy, listening eagerly, with her great blue eyes fixed upon his
face, felt that to be like him, to experience that of which he talked,
was worth more than all the world beside. Gradually; too, there stole
over her the rest she always felt with him--the indescribable feeling
which prompted her to care for nothing except to do just what he bade
her do, knowing it was right. So when he said at last, "You must go back
to New York; this is no place for you," she offered no remonstrance; but
when he continued, "And you must go to-night; that is, you must take the
early morning train, so as to reach the city before any one has had a
chance to read the letter," she demurred at once. "She must see mother;
she must see Helen; she must tell Helen who Genevra was. She wanted her
to know it, but no one else. She must visit baby's grave; she could not
go back without it."

"Not if it is right?" Morris asked, and Katy began to waver when he told
her how much better it would be for her family not to know of this visit
to him, as it would trouble them. She could tell Wilford, if she liked,
but he must not be permitted to find the letter, as he would if he
returned while she was gone. "I will go with you. It is not safe for you
to go alone," he continued, feeling her rapid pulse and noticing the
alternate flushing and paling of her cheek.

A fever was coming on, he feared, and it must not be there with him, for
more reasons than one. She must return to New York, or, failing to do
that, he must take her across the fields to the farmhouse before the
coming dawn.

"Are you sick, Katy?" he asked, as she appeared to be growing stupid.

"Not sick, no; only so tired, so sleepy," and the heavy lids closed over
the dull eyes, while Katy's head still lay upon the cushioned arm of the
large chair.

Her position was not an easy one, and wheeling the lounge to the fire
Morris brought a pillow from his sleeping room adjoining, and taking
Katy in his arms laid her where she would at least be more comfortable
than in the chair. Wrapping his shawl about her and turning down the gas
so as to shield her eyes, he left her alone, while he went to Mrs. Hull,
puzzling her brain to know who the lady was, brought there that stormy
night, and talking so long and earnestly with the doctor. The driver boy
was gone, and thinking it possible th