consent to that. He is very nice indeed, but not such a one as I could give my heart to, I assure you."
"Then let me give you a word of advice; don't encourage him by writing letters to him. But isn't there another part of the letter on the table yonder you haven't read yet?"
"I had almost forgotten it," returned Jessie.
One glance as she spread it out at full length, then her face grew white as death.
"Bless me! I shall be late!" declared her uncle, putting on his hat and hurrying from the room.
She never remembered what he said as he passed out of the room. Her heart, ay, her very soul, was engrossed in the printed lines before her.
In startling headlines she read the words:
"A NOTABLE MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE—MR. HUBERT VARRICK AND MISS NORTHRUP WEDDED AT LAST."
Then followed an ac
