"It was on that day, that I lost this little amulet of mine--this
priceless treasure, with the image of her beauty within, I have worn
it for twenty years and more, I shall wear it until I die! I knew I
lost it in that library, and used to assure myself that it was safe,
though I would not mention it to any one. At last, you returned it to
me, and I restored it to its accustomed place. It is all I will have,
in a little while, when Arthur Campbell has taken you away from me."

I have never been able to say very much in the trying moments of my
life, and so when Mr. Dalton's story was ended, I only looked out of
the window upon the gathering twilight, listening to the echo of his
plaintive accents, as they settled down upon my heart forever. After a
pause, he spoke again:--"You have promised to marry Campbell, have you
not?" he asked.

"Yes Mr. Dalton, I think he is a worthy fellow, don't you?" I replied.

"He is Amey, he is. I trust you will both be happy," was the
distracted rejoinder, and then Bayard knocked timidly at the door; I
knew what the summons meant and starting to my feet at once, I went
and obeyed it.







CHAPTER XIX.