Miss Ophelia, who, after some rummaging, had hunted up a small Methodist meeting within riding distance, had gone out, with Tom as driver, to attend it; and Eva had accompanied them. "I say, Augustine," said Marie after dozing a while, "I must send to the city after my old Doctor Posey; I'm sure I've got the complaint of the heart." "Well; why need you send for him? This doctor that attends Eva seems skilful." "I would not trust him in a critical case," said Marie; "and I think I may say mine is becoming so! I've been thinking of it, these two or three nights past; I have such distressing pains, and such strange feelings." "O, Marie, you are blue; I don't believe it's heart complaint." "I dare say you don't," said Marie; "I was prepared to expect that. You can be alarmed enough, if Ev

