“I confess,” said Paul, “that if Thurston believed them to have no connection with the murder, I have so much confidence in his excellent judgment, that I am inclined to reverse my hasty opinion, and to think as he does, at least until I see the letters.  I remember, too, that the universal opinion at the time was that the poor young lady had fallen a victim to some marauding waterman—­the most likely thing to have happened.  But, to satisfy you, Miriam, if you will trust me with those letters, I will give them a thorough and impartial study, and then, if I find no clue to the perpetrator of that diabolical deed, I hope, Miriam, that you will feel yourself free from the responsibility of pursuing the unknown demon—­a pursuit which I consider worse than a wild-goose chase.”

They were interrupted by the entrance of the boy with the mail bag.  Paul emptied the contents of it upon the table.  There were letters for Mr. Willcoxen, for Miriam, and for Paul himself.  Those for Mr. Willcoxen were sent up to him by the boy.  Miriam’s letter was from Alice Morris, announcing her approaching marriage with Olive Murray, a young lawyer of Washington, and inviting and entreating Miriam to come to the city and be her bridesmaid.  Paul’s letters were from some of his medical classmates.  By the time they had read and discussed the contents of their epistles, a servant came in to replenish the fire and lay the cloth for tea.

When Mr. Willcoxen joined them at supper, he laid a letter on Miriam’s lap, informing her that it was from Mrs. Morris, who advised them of her daughter’s intended marriage, and prayed them to be present at the ceremony.  Miriam replied that she had received a communication to the same effect.

“Then, my dear, we will go up to Washington and pass a few weeks, and attend this wedding, and see the inauguration of Gen. ——.  You lead too lonely a life for one of your years, love.  I see it affects your health and spirits.  I have been too selfish and oblivious of you, in my abstraction, dear child; but it shall be so no longer.  You shall enter upon the life better suited to your age.”

Miriam’s eyes thanked his care.  For many a day Thurston had not come thus far out of himself, and his doing so now was hailed as a happy omen by the young people.

Their few preparations were soon completed, and on the first of March they went to Washington City.

CHAPTER XXXII.

DISCOVERIES.

On arriving at Washington, our party drove immediately to the Mansion House, where they had previously secured rooms.

The city was full of strangers from all parts of the country, drawn together by the approaching inauguration of one of the most popular Presidents that ever occupied the White House.

As soon as our party made known their arrival to their friends, they were inundated with calls and invitations.  Brother clergymen called upon Mr. Willcoxen, and pressed upon him the freedom of their houses.  Alice Morris and Mrs. Moulton, the relative with whom she was staying, called upon Miriam, and insisted that she should go home with them, to remain until after the wedding.  But these offers of hospitality were gratefully declined by the little set, who preferred to remain together at their hotel.