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harp died away. and Isadore, perceivins
him, exclaimed, laugblngly;
Spell-bound. Mr.. DunmOrc p

SpeIi'Dound, Mr.. DunnOrc
Stella started, and blushed crimson.
and rising hastily, would have retreated
from the apartment, hut Ernest detained
her by begging for another song. She
recovered her self-possession immediate
ly, and complied gracefully with his re-
quest.
The evening passed by delightfully."-.
Ernest was man Of rare accomplish
ments and nexhaustible sources Of aInuse-
ment and information. 1t was the first
time Stella had ever met with such per-
son books and her own high thoughts
had been her only companions. 1t was
no wonder, then that listening eagerly, to
every accent of his fine voice, and drink
ing in the enthusiasm, Of his dark, soul
liz eyes, she forgot herself, her circum-
stances, all the sadness of her life.
But she was doomed to quick waking
from her dream: Isadore saw it all, and
displeasure flashed from her eyes as she
perceived that she was rivalled by the
sweet loveliness Of the young orphan.
"Stella you may retire now" she said,
quietly and stingingly.
The young girls cheek grew deadly
pale, but she arose with the proud dignity
Of a queen, and bidding Mr.. Dunmore
good evening, left the apartment.
A flush Of indignation mounted TO the
white forehead Of Ernest as she disap-
peared. aud his manner became cold and
constrained.
Isadore saw she had made a mis-step,
had forgotten her position as lady, and
for the first time in her life, felt humbled.
She strove to be gay and brilliant, but
she failed, and in few moments her WIS.,
tier left.
Who can tell the deep misery in the
desolate orphans heart, as she threw her
self on her couch and strove TO hush its
wild throbbingl A cloud had ever cast
its dim shadow on the happiness Of that
young heart, and now the cloud had burst
in wild storm ofanguish that threatened
to annihlate every flower ofhope she had
ever cherished. Sensitive to an extreme,
proud and delicate, to be thus repulsed
and scorned before him, and by the only
one who had ever appreciated her since
they bore her mother away to the pauper's
burial place. Long after midnight she
sobbed herself to sleep.
The next morning Stella was i'll. But
she said nothing, though her head ached
intensely and her face burnt with fever.
Isadore's heart reproached her with her
cruelty; but she knew that an apology
would only deepen the wound, SO she
told her that she might keep her room if
she was not well. Solitude was grateful
to the orphans heart.
CHAPTER v.
Three weeks passed away, ard Ernest
Dunmore had called but once on the
belle. Hopeless Of ever winning his re-
gard, she had renewed her Irritation with
Hal Hazleton, for whom, perhaps, after
all, she had the most affection, if he was
not quite so distingue.
The Aliens were all out to a brillian,
bridal party. Stella had gone down to
the deserted parloss, and seating herself
by the splendid centre-table, buried her
face in her hands. Half an hour passed
by, and she still at motionless, but by
and 10y the words struggled up from her
aching heart, broken and almost inco-
herently -
"And this is my fate-my fate-while
Isadore is so happy-che,ished, loved
worshipped, even by him. Oh! am SO
utterly wretched so very unhappy!'
"Would to be loved, cherished, wor.
shipped, make you happy, dear Stella ?"
said rich, manly voice, in tones Of thrill
ling tenderness, as an arm stole round
her waist and lifted her to her feet.
| Ernest p murmured the frightened
| girl, hiding her beautiful young face in
his bosom.
Stella vision Of my dreams radian
spirit, love of mine beautiful embodiment
Of all The poet or the painter ever yearned
for | am thine-all thine p'
Il There was hush through the loft,
apartment, broken at last by low sob
coming up from heart too full ofhap
piness.
II CHAPTER VI.
1t was a beautiful June morning, brigh
with sunlight and heavy with perfume
where occasionally, the air floated owe
a dewy garden in the midst of the close
populous city. There was a wedding a
the church that morning, and it was crow
ded with the elite, drawn thlther out o
curiosity to get glimpse Of the bride o
Ernest Dunmore, the millionaire. 1t wa
rumored he had chosen Mis-, Allen
dressng-maid to be the partner of hi
wealth and accomplishments. Their
were many smiles, some sneers, and still
more wondering remarks. But they wer
all hushed when the bridal party entere
and walked up the aisle. A suppresse
murmur Of admiration was all the sound
as every eye was riveted to the rare love
luness Of the brides young face. Their
was no bashfulness, no awkwardness t
ridicuIe-only beautiful timidity, a
softening and as graceful as the veil tina
Aoatcd round her, as she stood by tn
side Of her betrothed before the altar
I.adore Allen and Hal Hazleton wer
their attendants.
The priest, in his clerical robes, stoo
up and commenced the ceremony. whe