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In the doorway, where the lamp swung from the beam, a man in European dress stood still to listen. The wind wailed behind him and stirred his clothes. His eyes shone in the faint light with a fierceness of emotion in which there was a joy that was almost terrible, but in which there seemed also to be something that was troubled.

The violin fairly sobbed and groaned and wailed, as if the spirit of unconsolable grief were tugging heavily at the strings. Anon, a bell tolled solemnly out of it and its heavy knell clanged through the room. And then the music rested for a minute; and in the silence it seemed as if the grave came into sight as plainly as if the eyes of all were actually looking at its open mouth.

The chant is called the Placebo from the first word. . . . . I wept and I wailed, The tears down hailed, But nothing it availed To call Philip again, That Gib our cat hath slain. Gib, I say, our cat Worried her on that Which I loved best.

This incident was greeted by the savages with shouts of laughter. To add to their sufferings, it now began to snow. All the day long the storm wailed through the tree-tops, and the snow was sifted down upon their path. The woe-stricken captives toiled along until night, when the Indians again encamped upon the open ground. "And now," writes Mrs.

'Oh, where am I? she wailed. 'It is so cold, so cold! So cold and dark! Won't somebody help me? Oh, help me! "I gently asked: 'Who are you? Can't you tell us your name? "'Oh, I don't know, I can't tell, moaned the voice. 'It's all so dark and cold and lonely. Please tell me where I am. I've lost my name. All is so dark and cold. Oh, pity me! Let me come in. Let me feel your light.

But oh," she wailed, her woman's heart betraying itself through the mechanical calm she had maintained so long, "oh, I am sorry that your friendship for us should have brought you into such peril to think that your visit here may cost you your life," and she broke off and covered her streaming eyes with her hands.

"Oh, why ever did you kill him?" she wailed. "He he wasn't worth it. And I'd have come to you without. And we might have been so happy!" Grey, with a start, sat bolt upright, and in a tone of the last astonishment stammered: "K-K-Kill him? Me? B-B-But I thought you k-k-killed him!" He had never been so taken aback in his life. Olivia sat bolt upright in her turn.

The birds that wailed around me in their prison cages, seemed to weep for the hawthorn and alder trees that were growing beside the ruins of my old home, and I wept with them, for I, too, was sighing for nature.

No visitors were expected to-night, but the twins loved variety, and had arrayed the table in its best as a pleasant surprise for daddy. Joey was busiest of all. He had wailed loudly for a task, and Hannah had given him permission to fill the woodbox and the water-bucket. He was diligently carrying out her instructions, with one slight variation that showed him to be a true orphan.

"Who did it?" she wailed. "Who did it? Otho is a gentleman. He would never have the bad taste to disappear, like all those dreadful people's wives, if somebody hadn't " "My dear Madame," interposed Mr. Frothingham, "calm calm yourself. There are families of undisputed position which record disappearances in several generations." "Please," pleaded Olivia. "Ah, tell us," she begged the prince again.