Elizabeth lost the rest of the sentence. She was already on her way home by the other road, treading softly while on the beach, lest the pebbles should betray her footsteps. When she was well out of hearing she stopped a moment to take breath. She stood looking out upon the expanse of ocean before her as if her sight could reach to the unknown world beyond it.
"Last night," she said, "I thought the worst had come to me. I was wrong."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
2 ([return])
Copyright, 1884, by Frances C. Sparhawk.
MEMORY'S PICTURES.
By Charles Carleton Coffin, 1846.
It is a pleasure to throw back the door,