“SUNDAY EVENING.

“REV.  J.H.  LURTON: 

“DEAR SIR:  You have acted very honorably in writing me as you have, and I admire you now more than ever.  You fulfill my ideal of a Christian.  I never had the slightest claim or the slightest purpose to establish any claim on Isabel Marlay, for I was so blinded by self-conceit, that I did not appreciate her until it was too late.  And now!  What have I to offer to any woman?  The love of a convicted felon!  A name tarnished forever!  No!  I shall never share that with Isa Marlay.  She is, indeed, the best and most sensible of women.  She is the only woman worthy of such a man as you.  You are the only man I ever saw good enough for Isabel.  I love you both.  God bless you!

“Very respectfully and gratefully, CHARLTON.”

Mr. Lurton had staid during the meeting of the ecclesiastical body—­Presbytery, Consociation, Convention, Conference, or what not, it does not matter—­at Squire Plausaby’s Albert had written about him, and Isa, as soon as she heard that he was to attend, had prompted Plausaby to enter a request with the committee on the entertainment of delegates for the assignment of Mr. Lurton to him as guest.  His peacefulness had not, as Albert and Isabel hoped, soothed the troubled spirit of Mrs. Plausaby, who was in a great terror at thought of death.  The skillful surgeon probes before he tries to heal, and Mr. Lurton set himself to find the cause of all this irritation in the mind of this weak woman.  Sometimes she seemed inclined to tell him all, but it always happened that when she was just ready to speak, the placid face of Plausaby glided in at the door.  On the appearance of her husband, Mrs. Plausaby would cease speaking.  It took Lurton a long time to discover that Plausaby was the cause of this restraint.  He did discover it, however, and endeavored to get an interview when there was no one present but Isabel.  In trying to do this, he made a fresh discovery—­that Plausaby was standing guard over his wife, and that the restraint he exercised was intentional.  The mystery of the thing fascinated him; and the impression that it had something to do with Charlton, and the yet stronger motive of a sense of duty to the afflicted woman, made him resolute in his determination to penetrate it.  Not more so, however, than was Isabel, who endeavored in every way to secure an uninterrupted interview for Mr. Lurton, but endeavored in vain.

Lurton was thus placed in favorable circumstances to see Miss Marlay’s qualities.  Her graceful figure in her simple tasteful, and perfectly fitting frock, her rhythmical movement, her rare voice, all touched exquisitely so sensitive a nature as Lurton’s.  But more than that was he moved by her diligent management of the household, her unwearying patience with the querulous and feeble-minded sick woman, her tact and common-sense, and especially the entire truthfulness of her character.