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hand coldly, in reply TO his warm ex-
pressions of delight. He seemed suTpriS-
ed aud questioned the cause OF the
change. | answered haughtly. All
that passed during that interview do
not remember; re but that i'll reply TO Har-
ry's twice repeated declaration of love, |
answered coldly that did not think a
childish attachment lasting, had scarce
Iy thought of him, or. ii at all. II was
with the calm feeling Of friendship. |
had nothing more to give. But Edith.
began Harry. Hastily interrup'inS him.
said: If you would retain that friend
ship mention not that subject sGain;' and
rising. molioned him from the room.
Never shall l forget. the look he gave
me; it will haunt me 10 the grave, so fnll
Of hopeless anguish and silent suffering
was il. And, rs listened 10 his slow
and naughty trad as he closed the door, |
felt had wronged n noble heart, and
throwing myself on the sofa wept long
and bitterly. How ] longed ito take
back the proud, cruel words. but pride
forbade, for | was an beiress, and self.
ish coquette; and more than one princely
fortune was at my acceptance, and pre-
ferred the gilded baubles to the wealth Of
true affection.
But soon after this my father died. and
those who had fattered and carressed me
In prosperity. suddenly failed to recug
Mise me- The suitors for my hand grew
strangely cold, now that my fortune was
gone, and | was alone in the world. with
nothing but my Bible to look TO for SYM
pathy. There have never failed to find
consolation in the darkest hour. Such is
the history of broken heart.
Edith ceased; and covering her face
with her hands. sat evidently struggling
with emotion.
And Harry said Garry, wiping away
tho tears.
i never saw him again nor do know
what become of him. In Gods good
time we will meet again. but see. Carrie
darling, i. is nearly midnight. Let US
seek our pillow
Carries good night hiss was tenderer
than usual that night. When her regu-
lar breathing told that she was sleeping.
, Edith. from whom the revived memoH OF
her sad long ago. had chased awayas|ep,
Deaths beautiful brother. arose. wLIked
10 The window, and looked out upon the
clear summer night. The moon was shin.
/ ing calmly, sweetly eastward. falling in
silvery softness through the thick leaves.
over the velvet turf, and the closed flow
er cups.
! As she stood there. her arms folded,
and her feverrd brow pressed agains. the
cool glass. her soul drank in the solemn
stiffness Of the noon Of night: and. with
her heart filled BY sense of the divine
love, her agitation calmed, she returned
to her pillow.
oh, Carrie. have you heard Of the new
arrival in our village?' said the lovely
Annie Dalton, few weeks later.
No, who is i,?'
why. no less than the elegant and
wealthy Mr.. Wolshingham. just from
New York. and lately from travelling in
Europe. He is very handsome, and all
Weston is trying 10 attract the notice o.
the distinguished stranger. Marion Will
mot is 10 give party Tomorrow evening
that she may be he first in his good gra
ces. suppose we will have 10 don our
sweetest smiles, Carrie, If we would Sc
cure but one look; and the gay girl burst
into merry laugh.
What is all this abou,?' said E1i,h, "a.
she entered.
Oh, Edith. do Sc. your cap. immed;
atelyr
why, would like 10 know said she
laughing.
We'll. listen, 'ladye faire,' and I'll tell
thee
And Annie gave lively description oI
the new conner.
It was evening. A clear. bright Octo.
Der evening. The wind rustled through
the trees with sad, musical tone, and
the sky was clear and blue, while far M
the stars were shining. A gay and bril-
liant party was gathered a, the house OF
Mr.. Wilmot. Marion had given this par.
ty purposely to attract the distinguished
stranger. Mr.. Walshingham. 1t was well
attended; for though she was dsliked, yet
many wen: 10 enjoy the splendid parties
she gave. and to see their friends.
Carrie Everett. her friend, Annie Dal-
ton. and Edith Somers. we're there
Edith had only gone at Carries earnest
solicitation. and to accompany her. She
never looked more radianlIy beautiful, al.
though very simply dressed, as was her
custom. Her robe OF soft, snowy muslin
was fastened at the throat by a supe b
diamond pin. her fathers last gift, and a
few flowers twIned with her dark braids,
were the only ornaments she wore. Car
rie looked sweetly, too. in a robe of pale
blue silk, and her white neck and arms
encircling by pearls.
They were quietly conversing in a cor
ner with some gentlemen. among them
the talented lawyer Of the village. Ar
thur Norton. who seemed TO have taken a
wonderful fancy to gentle Carrie; when
Marion approached. leaning on gentle
mans arm, whom she introduced as Mr..
Walshingham. isa esa
Edith started slightly. so strongly did
he remind her of the past. He was tall
and grnceful; high forehead. from which
the raven curls were tossed carelessly
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