er depths.

The man North had left her at last--she was utterly alone.

Never in this world had a human being been cast forth to such utter
desolation. She looked down on the torn earth at her feet, and her poor
heart ached to lie down with that other woman who had found her rest so
early, and was at peace. She thought of her with strange envy,
remembering that the ocean had cast her forth when it moaned and heaved
as she could hear it now,--the grand, beneficent ocean, that could give
death to a poor soul pining for it as she did. She bent her head and
listened to the far-off voice which held her with a sort of fascination.

"I will go," she said, "I will go. It calls me--with ten thousand voices
it calls me."

She started from the tombstone against which she had leaned, and swiftly
treading a passage through the graves, forced her way out by the broken
pickets. That moment Mellen stood in the cedar grove and saw her pass.
Had he come forth all might have been well, but fierce pride rushed in
and checked the noble impulse that had brought him back so far. She
swept swiftly by him and was lost in the fog. Some strong impulse of
love broke up through the insane fascination which drove her toward the
ocean, and in spite of herself she drifted homewards. Once a break in
the clouds sent down wild gleams of light, throwing up black vistas of
gloom through every break in the woods, and revealing dense, gray masses
of vapor, frowning over the waters. Then came darkness again, and she
wandered on.

Without knowing how, Elizabeth found herself on the lawn before her old
home. The odor of dead leaves and late autumn blossoms rose up from the
soil, and enveloped her with sickening remembrances. All at once the
woman recognised the place. That pile with its gables and towers had
been her home only a few short hours before. Why had she turned that
way? What mocking fiend had driven her back against her will? The
thought maddened her, but she could not move. The passionate love in her
heart anchored those weary feet. She flung up her arms towards a window
through which a light shone dimly--the window of his room, and an
agonising cry of farewell broke from her. It was his name that fled from
her lips like a burning arrow, and reached her husband in the gloomy
stillness of his chamber.

The window opened. She tore her feet from the earth and fled. Her
husband, of all others, should not know that she was there, prowling
about th