VANISHED. Major Delavie and his eldest daughter were sitting down to supper in the twilight, when a trampling of horses was heard in the lane a carriage was seen at the gate, and up the pathway came a slender youthful figure, in a scarlet coat, with an arm in a sling. "It is!--yes, it is!" exclaimed Betty: "Sir Amyas himself!" In spite of his lameness, the Major had opened the door before Palmer could reach it; but his greeting and inquiry were cut short by the young man's breathless question: "Is she here?" "Who?" "My wife--my love. Your daughter, sweet Aurelia! Ah! it was my one hope." "Come in, come in, sir," entreated Betty, seeing how fearfully pale he grew. "What has befallen you, and where is my sister?" "Would that I knew! I trusted to have found her here; but now, sir, you

