which encased her feet and hands.  She was prettier even than on her bridal day, Richard thought, as he kissed away the tears which dropped so fast even after the last good-by had been said to poor Aunt Barbara, who watched the flutter of Ethie’s veil and ribbons as far as they could be seen, and then in the secrecy of her own room knelt and prayed that God would bless and keep her darling, and make her happy in the new home to which she was going.

It was very quiet and lonely in the Bigelow house that day, Aunt Barbara walking softly and speaking slowly, as if the form of someone dead had been borne from her side, while on the bed, which the housemaid Betty had made so plump and round there was a cavity made by Aunt Barbara’s head, which hid itself there many times as the good woman went repeatedly to God with the pain gnawing so at her heart.  But in the evening, when a cheerful wood fire was kindled on the hearth of her pleasant sitting room, while Mrs. Captain Markham came in with her knitting work, to sit until the Captain called for her on his return from the meeting where he was to oppose with all his might the building of a new schoolhouse, to pay for which he would be heavily taxed, she felt better, and could talk composedly of the travelers, who by that time were nearing Rochester, where they would spend the night.

Although very anxious to reach home, Richard had promised that Ethelyn should only travel through the day, as she was not as strong as before her illness.  And to this promise he adhered, so that it was near the middle of the afternoon of the fifth day that the last change was made, and they took the train that would in two hours’ time deposit them at Olney.  At Camden, the county seat, they waited for a few moments.  There was always a crowd of people here going out to different parts of the country, and as one after another came into the car Richard seemed to know them all, while the cordial and rather noisy greeting which they gave “the Judge” struck Ethelyn a little oddly—­it was so different from the quiet, undemonstrative manner to which she had been accustomed.  With at least a dozen men in shaggy overcoats and slouched hats she shook hands with a tolerably good grace, but when there appeared a tall, lank, bearded young giant of a fellow, with a dare-devil expression in his black eyes and a stain of tobacco about his mouth, she drew back, and to his hearty “How are ye, Miss Markham?  Considerable tuckered out, I reckon?” she merely responded with a cool bow and a haughty stare, intended to put down the young man, whom Richard introduced as “Tim Jones,” and who, taking a seat directly in front of her, poured forth a volley of conversation, calling Richard sometimes “Dick,” sometimes “Markham,” but oftener “Squire,” as he had learned to do when Richard was justice of the peace in Olney.  Melinda, too, or “Melind,” was mentioned as having been over to the “Squire’s house helping the old lady to fix up a little,”