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DREAD. oer hoof had struck him. He had been coming home in mad haste to meet the ‘* First of June ;” too impatient to wait for morning, he had taken a horse and come on from Harts Corners on horseback. A mile or two back his horse had stumbled and thrown him, and he lay by the roadside till a party of gentlemen coming along discovered him; one recognizing him, they brought him home. ‘‘He is not dead,” said one,-with a pitiful glance at the appalled faces round him. The announcement came too late for poor Mrs. Ever- 7 leigh, she lay at Margery’s feet in strong convulsions. They lifted her, and bore her to her room. Frank was taken to his room, the same one which had been his father’s, and a man was started on the fleetest horse in the stables for Dr. Gracie. The men who had brought him dropped off after a little, all save one, who, being in active attendance on Frank, it seemed necessary should remain. Dr. Gracie came very soon. Frank proved not danger- ously, though seriously hurt, but Mrs. Everleigh’s case turned out to be the critical one. She continued in most frightful spasms all night, and by morning the tender- hearted doctor announced to the family that her case was utterly hopeless, she could not possibly live a week. ‘“Oh, if we could send for Vashti!’ exclaimed Nora; and something to the same import dropped from Margery’s unhappy lips. | ‘‘Tf there is anything I can do for you, pray command me,” said the stranger, who had remained over night, and was passing at the moment. Doctor Gracie thanked him, and as soon as he was out - of hearing, said: ‘Why not, Miss Margery? He seems very much a gen oXoe) COMIC ‘Ss: co