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that night, her father had not accosted her in the most significant terms.

“How about the York Husaara ?” he said.

“They are still at the camp; but they are soon going away, I believe.”

“It is useless for you to attempt to cloak your actions in that way. You have been meeting one of those fellows; you have been seen walking with him— foreign barbarians, not much better than the French themselves! I have made up my mind—don’t speak a word till I have done, please-—I have made up my mind that you shall stay here no longer while they are on the spot. You shall go to your aunt's.”

It was useless for her to protest that ahe had never taken a walk with any soldier or man under the sun except himself. Her protestations were feeble, too, for though he was not literally correct in his assertion, he was virtually only half in error.

The house of her father’s sister was a prison to Phyllis, She had quite recently undergone experience of its gloom; and when her father went on to direct her to pack what would be necessary for her to take, her heart died within her. In after-years she never attempted to excuse her conduct during this week of agitation; but the result of her self -communing was that she decided to join in the scheme of her lover and his friend, and fly to the country which he had colored with such lovely hues in ber imagination. She always said that the one feature in his proposal which overcame her hesitation was the obvious purity and straightforwardness of his intentions. He showed himself to be so virtuous and kind, he treated her with a respect to which she had never before been accustomed, and she was braced to the obvious risks of the voyage by her confidence in him.