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dod2 REYNOLDS’ WORKS Saxondale needed a page. He gave mea note to her ladyship, and thus was it that I entered this mansion.”’ Francis Paton ceased speaking, and the big tears rolled down his cheeks, as all the incidents of the past were thus brought so vividly back to his mind. Again did Juliana do her best to soothe and console him, and the youth was both soothed and consoled. “ But during all the latter portion of your narrative,” said the Honourable Miss Farefield, ‘‘ you have lost sight of your sister. Believe me, my dear Frank, I am interested in her for your sake.” | ‘“T have already given you to understand,’ answered the youth, “‘ that when she was twenty — that was about six years ago — she entered a family in the capacity of governess, and proceeded to the Continent. From time to time I re- ceived letters from her, and occasionally little presents, whenever she had an opportunity of sending to England. But at length, after the lapse of a couple of years, her letters ceased altogether. When I became uneasy at this silence, the schoolmaster — for I was then, you know, at South- ampton — said many things to relieve me of my apprehen- sions, and it even struck me that he knew more than he chose to admit. But this might have been mere fancy on my part. Sufhce it to say, Miss Farefield — Juliana — that for the last four years I have heard nothing from my sister — ”’ “Hush! footsteps are approaching,’ suddenly exclaimed Juliana, whose quick ears had caught the sound. As she thus spoke she pressed the young page’s hand tenderly, threw a fervid look of passion upon him, and then composed herself in her seat with the air of one Just beginning to turn over the leaves of a periodical placed in her hand. Francis Paton retreated toward the door, which opened at the instant, and Constance, now elegantly dressed in evening costume, reappeared. She at once perceived by the young page’s manner that Juliana had been speaking to him upon the tender subject the secret of which she herseli had that day learned, and as the door closed behind the beautiful youth, she advanced up to her sister, saying, in a gentle voice, “‘ I hope that you are happy now.” “Yes, dear Constance, supremely happy,’ exclaimed Juliana, rising from her seat and embracing her sister in the effusion of that joy which her long interview with the young CONNIE NO KS (E(0)