he said, as he drew
her arm within his own and led her on.

"Oh! I have not taken leave of Colonel ---- yet.

"Where is he?" she inquired, looking around.

"Here I am, my dear Mrs. Rothsay. Waiting at the carriage door to put
you in your seat and to wish you a pleasant journey. And certainly, if
this initial day is any index, you will have a pleasant one, for I never
saw finer weather at this season of the year," said the colonel,
cheerily, as he received Corona from her uncle's hand, and, with the
stately courtesy of the olden time, placed her in her seat.

"I thank you, colonel, for all the kindness I have received at your
hands and at those of Mrs. ----. I shall never forget it. Good by," said
Corona, giving him her hand.

He lifted the tips of her fingers to his lips, bowed, and stepped back.

Mr. Clarence entered the carriage and gave the order to the young
coachman. Carriage and covered wagon then fell into the procession,
which began to move on. A farewell gun was fired from the fort.

"Uncle Clarence," said Corona, after the party had been on the road some
hours--"Uncle Clarence, how came you first to think of such a strange
move as to leave the works and come out here? And when did you first
make up your mind to do it?"

"I think, Cora, my dear, that the idea came vaguely into my mind, as a
mere possibility, after my father's death. It occurred to me that there
was no absolute necessity for my remaining longer at the works. You see,
Cora, however much I might have wished for a change in my life, I never
could have vexed my father by even expressing such a wish, while he
lived. After his death I thought of it vaguely."

"Oh! why didn't you tell me?"

"My mind was not made up; therefore I spoke of the matter to no one. I
only hinted something to you, when on bidding you good by at North End
Junction I told you that you might possibly see me before you would
expect to do so."

"Yes; I remember that well. I thought you only said that to comfort me.
And you really meant that you might possibly follow me?"

"Yes, my dear; that is just what I meant. I could not speak more plainly
because I was not sure of my own course. I had to think of Fabian."

"Yes. How, at last, came you to the conclusion of following your poor
niece?"

"Fabian and myself could not agree upon a certain policy in conducting
our business. There was no longer the father's controlling influence,
you see, and Fabian is the head of the