shuddering as she thought of losing
the life eternal of going where Morris would never come, nor any of
those she loved the best, unless it were Wilford, who might reproach her
with having dragged him there when she could have saved him.

"Keep yourself unspotted from the world," Morris had said, and she
repeated it to herself, asking: "How shall I do that? How can one be
good and fashionable, too?"

Then laying her hand upon the rock where she was sitting, Katy tried to
pray as she had not prayed in months, asking that God would teach her
what she ought to know, and keep her unspotted from the world. But at
the Mountain House it is easier to pray that one be kept from temptation
than it is at Saratoga, which this summer was crowded to overflowing,
its streets presenting a fitting picture of Vanity Fair, so full were
they of show and gala dress. At the United States, where Mrs. Cameron
stopped, two rooms, for which an enormous price was paid, had been
reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Cameron, and this of itself would have
given them a certain _eclat_, even if there had not been present many
who remembered the proud, fastidious bachelor, and were proportionately
anxious to see his wife. She came, she saw, she conquered; and within
three days after her arrival Katy Cameron was the acknowledged belle of
Saratoga, from the United States to the Clarendon. And Katy, alas! was
not quite the same who on the mountain ridge had sat with Morris' letter
in her hand, praying that its teachings might not be all forgotten. Nor
were they, but she did not heed them here where all was so bright and
gay, and where the people thought her so perfect. Saratoga seemed
different to her from New York, and she plunged into its gayeties, never
pausing, never tiring, and seldom giving herself time to think, much
less to pray, as Morris had bidden her do. And Wilford, though hardly
able to recognize the usually timid Katy in the brilliant woman who led
rather than followed, was sure of her faith to him, and so was only
proud and gratified to see her bear off the palm from every competitor,
while even Juno, though she quarreled with the shadow into which she
was so completely thrown, enjoyed the _eclat_ cast upon their party by
the presence of Mrs. Wilford, who had passed beyond her criticism. Sybil
Grandon, too, stood back in wonder that a simple country girl should win
and wear the laurels she had so long claimed as her own; but as there
was no