having done right in refusing to marry a man who was destitute, as
she had accidentally discovered, of virtuous principles, sustained
her. But now it was revealed to her that he was as excellent as she
had at first believed him, and that she had been made the victim of
a pleasant joke! There was no longer any thing to hold her up, and
accordingly her spirits completely forsook her, and in less than two
weeks she was seriously ill.

The news of this deeply disturbed Mr. Mears, who had written to
Fisher, and was waiting impatiently for an answer.

"I am afraid we have made the matter worse," he said to his wife,
who, on returning from a visit to Clara, reported that, so far from
improving, she was too evidently sinking, daily. "If Fisher should
have entered into another engagement, or, if his pride has taken
fire at being thrown off on what may appear to him such slight
grounds, I really tremble for the consequences."

"Let us hope for the best," returned Mrs. Mears, "as we have acted
for the best. It was plainly our duty to do as we have done. On that
subject I have no doubt."

Two more weeks of painful suspense and anxiety passed. Clara did not
improve in the least. Mrs. Mears called to see her every few days,
but dared not venture to tell her that her husband had written to
Fisher. She was afraid to fill her mind with this hope, lest it
should fail, and the shock prove too severe. But, even as it was,
life seemed to be rapidly ebbing away.

At length there came a change. Nature rallied, and life, flowed,