ere those
which fell like rain when she heard how generous Wilford had been. Then,
as she thought of Marian, and the life of poverty before her, she crept
to Father Cameron's side, and said to him, pleadingly:

"Let Genevra share it with me. She needs it quite as much."

Father Cameron would not permit Katy to divide equally with Marian. It
was not just, he said; but he did not object to a few thousand going to
her, and before Katy left New York for Silverton, she wrote a long, kind
letter to Marian, presenting her with ten thousand dollars, which she
begged her to accept, not so much as a gift, but as her rightful due.
There was a moment's hesitancy on the part of Marian when she read the
letter, a feeling that she could not take so much from Katy; but when
she looked at the pale sufferers around her, and remembered how many
wretched hearts that money would help to cheer, she said:

"I will keep it."

CHAPTER L.

PRISONERS OF WAR.

The heat, the smoke, the thunder of the battle were over, and the fields
of Gettysburg, where the terrible three days' fight had been, were
drenched with human blood and covered with the dead and dying. The
contest had been fearful, and its results carried sorrow and anguish to
many a heart waiting for tidings from the war, and looking so anxiously
for the names of the loved ones who, on the anniversary of the day which
saw our nation's independence, lay upon the hills and plains of
Gettysburg, their white faces upturned to the summer sky, and wet with
the raindrops which like tears for the noble dead the pitying clouds had
shed upon them. And nowhere, perhaps, was there a whiter face or a more
anxious heart than at the farmhouse, where both Helen and her
mother-in-law were spending the hot July days. Since the Christmas Eve
when Helen had watched her husband going from her across the wintry
snow, he had not been back, though several times he had made
arrangements to do so. Something, however, had always happened to
prevent. Once it was sickness which kept him in bed for a week or more;
again his regiment was ordered to advance, and the third time it was
sent on with others to repel the invaders from Pennsylvania soil.
Bravely through each disappointment Helen bore herself, but her cheek
always grew paler and her eye darker in its hue when the evening papers
came, and she read what progress our soldiers had made, feeling that a
battle was inevitable, and praying so earnestly t