hrough love, in another way, I hope to be restored. Do you
really believe he loves Hope Wayne?"

"I don't know," was the low reply.

"I know, Amy."

The two women had risen, and were walking, with their arms clasped around
each other, up and down the room. They stopped at the window and looked
out. As they did so, their eyes fell simultaneously upon the man of whom
they were speaking, who was standing at the back of his lofts, looking up
at the window, which was a shrine to him.

"There she stood and smiled at me," he said to himself whenever he looked
at it.

As their eyes met, he smiled and waved his hand. With his eyes and head
he asked, as when he had first seen her there,

"May I come up?" and he waved his handkerchief.

The two women looked at him. As Amy did so, she felt as if there had been
a long and gloomy war; and now, in his eager eyes and waving hand, she
saw the illumination and waving flags of victory and peace.

She smiled as she looked, and nodded No to him with her head.

But Aunt Martha nodded Yes so vehemently that Lawrence Newt immediately
disappeared from his window.

Alarmed at his coming, doubtful of Aunt Martha's intention, Amy Waring
suddenly cried, "Oh! Aunt Martha!" and was gone in a moment. Lawrence
Newt dashed round, and knocked at the door.

"Come in!"

He rushed into the room. Some sweet suspicion had winged his feet and
lightened his heart; but he was not quick enough. He looked eagerly
about him.

"She is gone!" said Aunt Martha.

His eager eyes drooped, as if light had gone out of his life also.

"Mr. Newt," said Aunt Martha, "sit down. You have been of the greatest
service to me. How can I repay you?"

Lawrence Newt, who had felt during the moment in which he saw Amy at the
window, and the other in which he had been hastening to her, that the
cloud was about rolling from his life, was confounded by finding that it
was an account between Aunt Martha, instead of Amy, and himself that was
to be settled.

He bowed in some confusion, but recovering in a moment, he said,
courteously,

"I am aware of nothing that you owe me in any way."

"Lawrence Newt," returned the other, solemnly, "you have known my story;
you knew the man to whom I supposed myself married; you have known of my
child; you have known how long I have been dead to the world and to all
my family and friends, and when, by chance, you discovered me, you became
as my brother. How many an hour we have sat