to this, that it was necessary to
justify the loving words! "If he comes back, oh how shall I ever atone to
him?") "Come to me at once at Standon Square. Do not lose a moment, I
entreat you. "Yours always,

JUDITH."

She folded and addressed it, and laid it where he could not fail to see it
as he came in. Then, having put on her hat, she turned to go.

"Let me walk with you," said Percival. Lydia met them on the stairs and
cast a look of scornful anger on Miss Lisle. "Much she cares!" the girl
muttered. "_He_ doesn't come back, but she can go walking about with her
young man! Those two won't miss him much."

Thorne saw his companion safely to Standon Square, and then went to the
office. He was late, a thing which had never happened before, and, though
he did his best to make up for lost time, he failed signally. His thoughts
wandered from his work to dwell on Judith Lisle, and, if truth be
confessed, on the dinner, which he had forgotten while with her. He was
tired and faint. The lines seemed to swim before his eyes, and he hardly
grasped the sense of what he wrote. Once he awoke from a reverie and found
himself staring blankly at an ink-spot on the dingy desk. The young clerk
on his right was watching him with a look of curiosity, in which there was
as much malevolence as his feeble features could express, and when Thorne
met his eyes he turned away with an unpleasant smile. It seemed as if six
o'clock would never come, but it struck at last, and Percival escaped and
made his way to Bellevue street.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

UNWRITTEN LITERATURE OF THE CAUCASIAN MOUNTAINEERS.

TWO PAPERS.--I.

In the south-eastern corner of European Russia, between the Black Sea and
the Caspian, in about the latitude of New York City, there rises abruptly
from the dead level of the Tatar steppes a huge broken wall of snowy
alpine mountains which has been known to the world for more than two
thousand years as the great range of the Caucasus. It is in some respects
one of the most remarkable mountain-masses on the globe. Its peaks outrank
those of Switzerland both in height and in rugged grandeur of outline; its
glaciers, ice-falls and avalanches are second in extent and magnitude only
to those of the Himalayas: the diversity of its climates is only
paralleled by the diversity of the races which inhabit it; and its
history--beginning with the Argonautic expedition and ending with the
Russian conquest--is more romantic and ev