brilliant hues which herald his departure. Their quick ears caught the sound of an approaching footstep. They both involuntarily darted to the door, as Mr. Losberne entered.

‘What of Rose?’ cried the old lady. ‘Tell me at once! I can bear it; anything but suspense! Oh, tell me! in the name of Heaven!’

‘You must compose yourself,’ said the doctor supporting her. ‘Be calm, my dear ma’am, pray.’

‘Let me go, in God’s name! My dear child! She is dead! She is dying!’

‘No!’ cried the doctor, passionately. ‘As He is good and merciful, she will live to bless us all, for years to come.’

The lady fell