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Her tirst order was for her coachinan to vo for a surgeon, and then sabe calinly gave directions for cer- tain remedies to be brought and applied to relieve her until he should arrive, and was so brave und cheerful, in spite of her helplessness, that Wulter was tiled with admiration for her. He helped the driver get the trunks into the house, paid and dismissed him, and then went to ask if there was anything more that he could do. “Yes, my young triend; tell me your name, that I may know to whom I aim indebted for so much kind- ness,’ Mrs. Howland answered, while she studied his fine face earnestly, “My name is Richardson—Walter Richardson,” the young man replied, “Walter Richardson!” she repeated, in a puculiar tone. ‘Where do you live?’ “In Philadelphia usually; but just at present I am engaged upon a building contract in this place.” “Where do your parents reside ?”” “T have none; I was born in New York city, where both my father and mother died, But, madam, pray do not let me trouble you with my affairs while you are suffering so. I had better leave you now,” Walter concluded, seeing how very ill she suddenly seemed to have grown, “Yes,” she returned, leaning wearily back in her chair, while her face was ghastly white, though her eyes were fastened with a look of eager inquiry upon his face, ‘‘yes, go now, but promise that you will come to see me again soon; Lmeust see you again, tor —tor you have been very kind.” “T will come,’ Walter promised, and then went away, just as the surgeon came bustling in, and re- paired to his place of business. But all day long, and for several days, his thoughts were with that grand woman who had displayed so much nerve and courage at a time when almost any one else would have been prostrated by the painful ordeal through which she had passed. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Comiicbooks.com