"Yes. There she goes, through the gate. Thee can easily overtake her. I'm coming, Moses!"--and he hurried away to his son's carriage, which was approaching. Asenath felt that it would be impossible for her to meet Richard Hilton there. She knew not why his name had been changed; he had not betrayed his identity with the young man of his story; he evidently did not wish it to be known, and an unexpected meeting with her might surprise him into an involuntary revelation of the fact. It was enough for her that a saviour had arisen, and her lost Adam was redeemed,--that a holier light than the autumn sun's now rested, and would forever rest, on the one landscape of her youth. Her eyes shone with the pure brightness of girlhood, a soft warmth colored her cheek and smoothed away the coming lines of her brow, and her step was light and elastic as in the old time. Eager to escape from the crowd, she crossed the highway, dusty with its string of returning carriages, and entered the secluded lane. The breeze had died away, the air was full of insect-sounds, and the warm light of the sinking sun fell upon the woods and meadows. Nature seemed penetrated with a sympathy with her own inner peace. But the crown of the benignant day was yet to come. A quick footstep followed her, and erelong a voice, near at hand, called her by name. She stopped, turned, and for a moment they stood silent, face to face. "I knew thee, Richard!" at last she said, in a trembling voice; "may the Lord bless thee!" Tears were in the eyes of both. "He has blessed me," Richard answered, in a reverent tone; "and this is His last and sweetest mercy. Asenath, let me hear that thee forgives me." "I have forgiven thee long ago, Richard,--forgiven, but not forgotten." The hush of sunset was on the forest, as they walked onward, side by side, exchanging their mutual histories. Not a leaf stirred in the crowns of the tall trees, and the dusk, creeping along between their stems, brought with it a richer woodland odor. Their voices were low and subdued, as if an angel of God were hovering in the shadows, and listening, or God Himself looked down upon them from the violet sky. At last Richard stopped. "Asenath," said he, "does thee remember that spot on the banks of the creek, where the rudbeckias grew?" "I remember it," she answered, a girlish blush rising to her face. "If I were to say to thee now what I said to thee there, what would be thy answer?" Her words came brokenly. "I would say to thee, Richard,--I can trust thee,--I _do_ love thee!'" "Look at me, Asenath." Her eyes, beaming with a clearer light than even then when she first confessed, were lifted to his. She placed her hands gently upon his shoulders, and bent her head upon his breast. He tenderly lifted it again, and, for the first time, her virgin lips knew the kiss of man. TAXATION NO BURDEN.