“Wilford never loved me.  It was a mere fancy, a great mistake, and I cannot stay in his home, knowing that I am not trusted and respected as a wife should be.  I will go to Silverton.  There is room for me there.  I shall write to Helen to-day.”

Meanwhile at Silverton, Uncle Ephraim, still keeping the telegram a secret, grew more and more anxious as there came no news of Katy.  What did the silence mean?  Uncle Ephraim pondered the matter all day long, holding conversations with himself upon the subject, and finally making up his mind to the herculean task of going to New York to see what was the matter.  To the family, who asked the reason of his sudden journey, he said:  He had a notion that something ailed Katy, and he was going to see.

No one ever thought of opposing Uncle Ephraim, and the following day found him ready for the journey Aunt Betsy had taken before him.

Presuming upon her experience as a traveler, that good dame had proffered sundry pieces of advice with reference to what it was best for him to do on the road, telling him which side of the car to sit, where to get out, and above all things not to shake hands with the conductor when asked for his ticket.

Uncle Ephraim heard her good-humoredly, and stuffing into his pocket the paper of ginger-snaps, fried cakes and cheese, which Aunt Hannah had prepared for his lunch, he started for the cars, and was soon on his way to New York.

In his case there was no Bob Reynolds to offer aid and comfort, and the old man was nearly torn in pieces by the burly hackman, who, the moment he appeared to view, pounced upon him as lawful prey, each claiming the honor of taking him wherever he wished to go, and raising such a din about his ears that he finally turned away thoroughly disgusted, telling them: 

“He had feet and legs, and common sense, and he guessed he could find his way without ’em.  ’Bleeged to you, gentlemen, but I don’t need you,” and with a profound bow the honest-looking old deacon walked away, asking the first man he met the way to Madison Square, and succeeded in finding the number without difficulty.

“This is it,” he said, stopping in front of the tall building, and examining it closely from the roof to the basement.

Now that he was really there, a misgiving as to the propriety of the act assailed him for the first time, and he began to wish he had not come.

“I won’t pull that nub,” he said, glancing at the silver knob.  “I’ll go down to the kitchen door, as like enough they’ve company.”

Accordingly Esther, who chanced to be in the basement, was startled by a heavy knock, and was startled still more at the tall, white-haired man who addressed her as “Sis,” and asked if “Miss Cameron was to hum.”

“A man in the kitchen asking for me!” Katy exclaimed, when Esther reported the message, and with her mind full of possible news from Wilford, she ran hastily down the basement stairs, and with a loud scream of joy threw herself into Uncle Ephraim’s arms, an act which so astonished Phillips that she dropped the dish of soup she was preparing for the dinner table, the greasy liquid bespattering Katy’s dress, and bringing her to a sense of where she was, and that she should not be there.