y, who, on his
arrival and his examination of the terribly excited patient, gave her a
dose that soon sent her to sleep.

The two ladies took their places by her bed and watched her.

She slept well through the night, and awoke quite calmly in the morning.
The composing influence of the morphia had not yet left her.

And with the returning daylight much of her remorse and all of her
superstition vanished for the time being.

She thanked the ladies who had watched her during the night, and, in
reply to their inquiries, assured them that she felt better, but begged
them to keep her room dark.

They expressed their gratification to hear her say so. One of them
bathed her face and hands and combed her hair, while the other one rang
the bell, and ordered tea and toast to be brought to the room.

And they tenderly pressed her to eat and drink, and they waited on her
while she partook slightly of this light breakfast.

Then they rang and sent the breakfast service away, and they put her
room in order, and smoothed her pillows and the coverlet of her bed, and
finally they kissed her and bade her good-morning for a while, promising
to return again in the course of the afternoon, and begging that she
would send for them, at the address they gave her, in case she should
require their services sooner.

When she was left alone, Mary Grey slipped out of bed, locked the door
after the ladies, and then, having secured herself from intrusion, she
opened her traveling-bag and took from it a small white envelope, from
which she drew a neatly-folded white paper.

This was the marriage certificate, setting forth that on the fifteenth
day of September, eighteen hundred and ----, at the parish church of
St. ----, in the city of Philadelphia, Alden Lytton, attorney at law, of
the city of Richmond, and Mary Grey, widow, of the same city, were
united in the holy bonds of matrimony by the Rev. Mr. Borden, rector of
the church, in the presence of John Martin, sexton, and Sarah Martin,
his daughter.

The certificate was duly signed by the Rev. Mr. Borden and by John
Martin and Sarah Martin.

Mary Grey sat down with this document before her, read it over slowly,
and laughed a demoniac laugh as she folded it up and put it carefully
into its envelope and returned it to her traveling-bag, while she
reviewed her plot and "summed up the evidence" she had accumulated
against the peace and honor of Alden Lytton and Emma Cavendish.

"Yes, I w