MILLIEBS VICTORY.

 with all might according to his glorious power, unto
 all patience and long-suffering with joyfulness."
 Reginald, like Mrs. La Serre, would not see it was
 Millie's duty to go to her aunt, but she was firm
 against all persuasion.
 The victory had been hard for her to gain, but now
 she had conquered, nothing would turn her from her
 resolve.
 It was a cold, dreary day she started for Branton.
 Mists were sweeping through the valley of the Lyn,
 shrouding rich pastures, and uplands green with spring-
 ing corn. Everything was damp and wretched. Millie
 never forgot that journey. One of the saddest, darkest
 days of her life was that one spent in the train, with
 the rain beating against the windows, and on the flying
 fields outside.
 The train reached Ilsborough about three. A coach
 started for Branton half an hour after. Millie decided
 to travel by that, but on reaching the station she was
 greeted by Mr. Templeton and Polly.
 Polly gave her a most ecstatic embrace, whispering,
 Oh I am so glad, Millie."
 "How did you know I was coming?" Millie asked.
 "Reginald wrote and told us, my child. I am glad
you have come," answered Mr. Templeton, kissing her
fondly.
 Where is your luggage, my dear? We came
over in the carriage."
 "I would rather I went in the coach," Millie
answered, timidly. Aunt Millicent may not like
I am come back to her, Mr. Templeton."
 You are right, Millie, my dear. We will wait
till the coach starts then, and talk the while," said the
Rector.
 It was just four when the coach drew up at the