pest reaped the whirlwind; and the clouds which hung so heavy and dark
around the pathway of her innocent victim, afterward burst with terrific
violence upon her own head.

We will now return to Mrs. Miller, whom we left relating to her husband
the supposed neglect of Dr. Lacey. She finished her narrative by saying,
"I cannot help thinking that by some means, Julia is at the foundation of
all this mischief. You and Dr. Lacey were good friends; suppose you write
to him, and then we shall at least know the truth of the matter."

"Yes, I will," said Mr. Miller; "tomorrow."

"But why not write tonight?" asked Kate, who was in a hurry.

"Because," answered Mr. Miller, "I shall be engaged tonight and tomorrow
will do as well."

Kate could not help feeling that, possibly, "tomorrow" might not do as
well; but she said no more on the subject, and waited patiently for the
morrow, when, true to his promise, her husband commenced the important
letter. We have said that Mr. Miller had never liked Julia. In this
letter, however, he spoke as favorably of her as he could; but he told how
basely she had once deceived himself and Mr. Wilmot, with regard to Fanny,
and also hinted his own and his wife's suspicion, that, in some way or
other, Julia was connected with Dr. Lacey's long silence, as well as with
the heartless letter which Fanny had received from New Orleans.

"Yes, this will do," said Kate, as she read what her husband had written.
"But," she added, "I cannot help feeling sorry that it was not sent
yesterday."

"Oh, Kate," said Mr. Miller, gayly, "your anxiety for Fanny has made you
nervous, and now you are almost superstitious. One day can make no
possible difference in the result of this letter."

Afterward, when it was too late, he learned how much difference the delay
of one day caused. By its means, that letter which would have set all
right, was sent in the same package with Julia's amiable production, and,
as we have seen, was not received by its owner, but was safely stowed away
in a cigar box under ground.

Soon after Mr. Miller deposited his letter in the post office, a young
girl, closely veiled, entered the same building, and looked anxiously
round until her eye fell upon her accomplice, Mr. Dunn. That worthy young
man instantly came forward, grinning and bowing, and almost upsetting
another clerk, who was also hastening to wait upon the beautiful Miss
Middleton.

"Good morning, Miss Julia!" said Mr. Dunn