a doubt was in his
mind. He had found his Annie Grey.

From that afternoon, twice every day he passed the cottage of the widow
Grey, frequently seeing sweet Annie. This, however, was his only
reward. She never seemed at all conscious of his presence. Often her
eyes would glance carelessly toward him. Oftener they were never
raised from her work. Sewing by the window, she always was.

What next? How to proceed, on his fixed determination of winning her,
if possible?

Another bright thought. He felt pretty sure she attended church
somewhere; perhaps had a class in the Sabbath school. So the next
Sunday morning, at an early hour, he was commanding a view of Annie's
home. When the school bells commenced to ring, he grew very anxious.
A few moments, and the door opened and the object of his thoughts
stepped forth. How beautiful she looked in her pretty white suit! Now
Edgar felt his cause was in the ascendancy. Some distance behind, and
on the other side of the street, he followed, ever keeping her in view
until he saw her enter a not far distant church. Every Sunday after
found him an attentive listener to the Rev. Mr. Ashton, who soon became
aware of the presence of the young gentleman so regularly, and
apparently so much interested in the services. So the good man sought
an opportunity to speak to Edgar, and urge his accepting a charge in
the Sabbath school. We can imagine Edgar needed no great urging on
that subject; so, frequently, he stood near his Annie. In the library,
while selecting books for their pupils, once or twice they had met, and
he had handed to her the volume for which her hand was raised. Of
course a smile and bow of acknowledgment and thanks rewarded him.

Edgar was growing happier, and more confident of final success every
week, when an event came which promised a speedy removal of all
difficulty in his path. The school was going to have a picnic. Then
and there he would certainly have an introduction to Annie, and after
spending a whole day with her, he would accompany her home and win the
privilege of calling often.

The day of the picnic dawned brightly, and the happy party gathered on
the deck of the steamer. The first person who met Edgar Roberts' eye
was his fellow-student, Edward Roberts. Standing beside him were two
ladies and some children. When Edgar hastened up to speak to his
friend, the ladies turned, and Edward presented:

"My wife; my sister, Miss Grey."