She stretched out her hand to Otho. He seized it passionately. At this moment there was a grand crash of thunder. A gust of wind extinguished at once all the lights in the drawing-room. The terrified guests hurried into the hall, into the other rooms. "The lightning must have struck the house!" they exclaimed. A heavy rain followed; then all was still. Everybody began to recover his spirits. The servants relighted the candles. The drawing-room was found untenanted. It was time to go; yet there was a constraint upon all the party, who were eager to find their hostess and bid her good-bye. But the hostess could not be found! Isabella and Otho, too, were missing! The Doctor and Lawrence went everywhere, calling for them, seeking them in the house, in the grounds. They were nowhere to be found,--neither that night, nor the next day, nor ever afterwards! The Doctor found in the balcony a box of chessmen fallen down. It was nearly filled; but the red queen, and the white king and queen, were lying at a little distance. In the box was the red king, his crown fallen from his head, himself broken in pieces. The Doctor took up the red queen, and carried it home. "Are you crazy?" asked his wife. "What are you going to do with that red queen?" But the Doctor placed the figure on his study-table, and often gazed at it wistfully. Whenever, afterwards, as was often the case, any one suggested a new theory to account for the mysterious disappearance of Isabella and the Blanchards, the Doctor looked at the carved image on his table and was silent. * * * * * DAYBREAK. A wind came up out of the sea, And said, "O mists, make room for me!" It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners! the night is gone!" And hurried landward far away, Crying, "Awake! it is the day!" It said unto the forest, "Shout! Hang all your leafy banners out!" It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing!" And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer, Your clarion blow! the day is near!" It whispered to the fields of corn, "Bow down, and hail the coming morn!" It shouted through the belfry-tower, "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour!" It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie!" TEA.