And at Sutton things go on much the same as of old.  Old Mrs. Daintree is dead, and no one sorrowed much for her loss, whilst the domestic harmony is decidedly enhanced by her absence.  Tommy and Minnie are growing big and lanky, and the subject of schools and education is beginning to occupy the minds of Marion and her husband.

But the vicar has grown grey and old; his back is more bent and his face more careworn than it used to be.  He has never been quite the same since Vera’s death.

There is a white marble monument in the middle of the chancel, raised by the loving hands of two brothers far away in Australia.  It is by the best sculptor of the day, and on it lies a pale white figure, with a pure delicate profile, and hands always meekly crossed upon the bosom.

Every Sunday, as Eustace Daintree passes from his place at the reading-desk up to the altar to read the Communion Service, there falls upon it a streak of sunshine from the painted window above, which he himself and his wife had put up to her memory, lighting up the pale marble image with a chequered glory of gold and crimson.  And the vicar’s eye as he passes alights for a moment with a never-dying sadness upon the simple words carved at the foot of her tomb—­

  Vera Nevill, aged 23.

  AT PEACE.

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MRS. CAMERON’S NOVELS.

Jack’s Secret.

A Sister’s Sin.

A Lost Wife.

The Cost of a Lie.

This Wicked World.

A Devout Lover.

A Life’s Mistake.

Worth Winning.

Vera Neville.

Pure Gold.

In a Grass Country.

“Mrs. Cameron’s numerous efforts in the line of fiction have won for her a wide circle of admirers.  Her experience in novel writing, as well as her skill in inventing and delineating characters, enables her to put before the reading public stories that are full of interest and pure in tone.”—­Harrisburg Telegraph.