MILLIE'S VICTORY,

 I am come to bid Millie good-bye. I am going
Sto London, Miss Conway."
 He crossed quickly to Millie.
 I am going early to-morrow; you won't forget
 me, Millie."
 "No, no; good-bye, Reginald."
 Good-bye. God bless you, dear."
 He wrung her hands hard, and bowing politely to
 Miss Conway, left the room.
 Miss Conway took up her work again in silence.
 She had not spoken to Millie since the evening before.
 Millie almost longed to be scolded, but her aunt worked
 on till bed-time, without a word, then following Millie
 to her bed-room, locked her in.
 On Sunday she did not go to church, but read
prayers at home, and Millie's only hope of seeing the
Templetons was crushed.
 Thus a week or two passed, Millie was literally a
prisoner. Miss Conway gave up all her work in the
village, and remained at home.
 The big basket was emptied at last, but Millie
found idleness worse to bear than work, and the con-
tinued silence of her aunt was terrible to endure.