“Your

“VIOLET.”

As Ernest finished reading, as he was fully comprehending the meaning of the words which at first had struck him idly, Harry opened the door and came in.  Ernest could not look up at first.  He thought, perhaps, he was about to darken the sorrow already heavy enough upon his brother.

But when Harry spoke and Ernest looked into his face, he saw there the usual clear, strong expression.

“I am going to tell you, Ernest, what I should have said before,—­what I went to Florence to tell you.

“After Violet left, the whole truth began to come upon me.  She loved you; I had no right to her.  She pitied me; that was why she clung to me.  You know I cannot think quickly.  It was long before it all came out clearly; but when it did come, I was anxious to act directly.  I had finished my work; I went to tell you that Violet was yours; she should stay with you in that warm Italian sir that you liked so much; she should bring you back to life.  But I was too late.  I know not if it is my failure that has brought about this sorrow, or if God has taken it into His own hands.  I only know that she was yours living, she is yours now.  I must tell you that in the first moment of that terrible shock of the loss, there came a wicked, selfish gleam of gladness that I had not given her up to you.  But I have wiped that out with my tears, and I can tell you without shame that is yours, that I have given her to you.”

“We can both love her now,” said Ernest.

“If she were living, she might have separated us,” said Harry; “but since God has taken her, she makes us one.”

And the brothers read together Violet’s letter.

* * * * *

THE NEW ATLANTIC CABLE.

When the indefatigable Cyrus told our people, five years ago, that he was going to lay a telegraph-cable in the bed of the ocean between America and Europe, and place New York and London in instantaneous communication, our wide-awake and enterprising fellow-citizens said very coolly that they should like to see him do it!—­a phrase intended to convey the idea that in their opinion he had promised a great deal more than he could perform.  But Cyrus was as good as his word.  The cable was laid, and worked for the space of three weeks, conveying between the Old and New World four hundred messages of all sorts, and some of them of the greatest importance.  Four years have elapsed since the fulfilment of that promise, and now Mr. Field comes again before the public and announces that a new Atlantic cable is going to be laid down, which is not only going to work, but is to be a permanent success; and this promise will likewise be fulfilled.  You may shrug your shoulders, my friend, and look incredulous, but I assure you the grand idea will be realized, and speedily.  I have been heretofore as incredulous as any one; but having examined the evidence in its favor, I am fully convinced not only of the feasibility of laying a cable, and of the certainty of its practical operation when laid, but of its complete indestructibility.  If you will accompany me through the following pages, my doubting friend, I will convince you of the correctness of my conclusions.