"Hush! Don't remember what I said that day. Just forget it all."
"Indeed, I won't! It is written down in my brain, every word of it, in indelible ink. There was something else you said, Cynth. You said you had faith in me. I mean to show you that you didn't make a mistake. It will be harder work than ever now, though. Having seen you all makes the idea of toiling and moiling here pretty poky. My mind is made up. I will stick it out!"
[to be continued.]
IN THE VALLEY.
The night has filled the valley up
Brimful of darkness, like a cup;
But day will spill the mists again
Over the brim—in driving rain.
Marrion Wilcox.
A PARSLEY BED.
BY EMMA J. GRAY.
"I wish I could make a little money," said confidential Florence to her friend Annette.