"Thee makes duty hard for me, Richard," she answered. "Do not make me
think thee cruel. When in God's good time he shall send me back the
words of promise I wrote when he went away a disgraced man, to whom,
nevertheless I owed my life, then--Oh, Richard, I love thee! Do not hurt
me. Pray for me and him."

"God help us!" he said. "We have great need, to be helped;" and suddenly
leaning over he kissed her forehead for the first time, and went away up
the garden and into the house.

EDWARD KEARSLEY.




MODERN HUGUENOTS.


It demands a good deal of energy, and it involves a little hardship, to
see the Protestant communities of the High Alps of France, but the
picturesque and historic interests of the journey furnish a sufficient
motive and make ample amends. I can think of no route so entirely
unhackneyed to recommend to blasé tourists. The point of departure is
Grenoble, reached in an hour or so from Chambéry, and in itself well
worth turning aside from the Mont Cenis thoroughfare to visit. As far as
Corps the way lies over the beaten track of the Salette pilgrims, of
which the charms are recorded in many a devout description.

It happened to us, however, to get a preliminary glimpse of French