AT LAST--AT LAST, 261 CHAPTER VII. NOW FOR HOME AGAIN, 278 CHAPTER VIII. THE RIPE HOUR, 383 CHAPTER IX. JOINING THE MISSING LINKS, 296 CHAPTER X. THE NEW LIFE, 305 ILLUSTRATIONS. BAFFLED, 64 ELEANOR, 90 "WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY LOOKS?" 161 THE PORTRAIT--Frontispiece, 183 IN THE OAK, 223 "I NEVER ACCUSED YOU," 297 THE DEAD LETTER. PART I. CHAPTER I. THE LETTER. I paused suddenly in my work. Over a year's experience in the Dead Letter office had given a mechanical rapidity to my movements in opening, noting and classifying the contents of the bundles before me; and, so far from there being any thing exciting to the curiosity, or interesting to the mind, in the employment, it was of the most monotonous character. Young ladies whose love letters have gone astray, evil men whose plans have been confided in writing to their confederates, may feel but little apprehension of the prying eyes of the Department; nothing attracts it but objects of material value--sentiment is below par; it gives attention only to such tangible interests as are represented by bank-bills, gold-pieces, checks, jewelry, miniatures, et cetera. Occasionally a grave clerk smiles sardonically at the ridiculous character of some of the articles which come to light; sometimes, perhaps, looks thoughtfully at a withered rosebud, or bunch of pressed violets, a homely little pin-cushion, or a book-mark, wishing it had reached its proper destination. I can not answer for other employees, who may not have even this amount of heart and imagination to invest in the dull business of a Government office; but when I was in the Department I was guilty, at intervals, of such folly--yet I passed for the coldest, most cynical man of them all.