It would be impossible to describe Walter’s anger and disgust, as he listened to the story of Ellen’s wrongs. "The wretch! He killed her!" he exclaimed, "killed her through love for him, and her unselfish devotion to you." "But he _did_ love her," interposed Jessie, "or he had never been here to-night." Walter could not comprehend a love like this. It was not what he felt for the dark-haired girl at his side, and in his joy at finding that she, too, thoroughly despised one whom he had feared might be his rival, he came near telling her so, but he remembered in time the promise made to Mrs. Bartow, and merely said: "Forgive me, Jessie. I have fancied you loved this rascally fellow, and it made me very unhappy, for I knew he was unworthy." "Are you not sometimes unreasonably suspicious of me?" Jessie asked, and Walter replied: "If I am, it is because,—because,—I would have my sister happy, and now that Nellie is dead, you are all I have to love." It surely was not wrong for him to say so much, he thought, and Jessie must have thought so too, for impulsively laying her hand in his, she looked up into his face and answered: "There must never be another cloud between us." For a long time they sat together among the graves, and then, as it was growing late, they retraced their steps toward the farm-house, where only Mrs. Bellenger was waiting for them, the others having retired to rest. To her, with Jessie’s consent, Walter told what he had heard, but not till Jessie had left them for the night. Covering her face with her hands, Mrs. Bellenger groaned aloud at this fresh proof of William’s perfidy. "There is one comfort, however," she said, at last, "Jessie is not bound to him," and she spoke hopefully to Walter of his future. "It may be," he said, "but my father must first be proved innocent. I am going to find him, too," and then he told his grandmother that Mr. Graham had long contemplated sending him to California on business connected with the firm. "Next September is the time appointed for me to go, and something tells me that I shall find my father in my travels." Then he told her that if he could arrange it, he should spend several weeks at home, as the family were now so lonely, and as Mrs. Bellenger was herself, ere long, going to Boston, she offered no remonstrance to the plan.