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brok ell. too by her own folly and pride.
efore death came to wiring her heart a.
gain.
Two or three years had passed since
her parents were laid in the grave. and
Edith accepted the invitation of her ia
theirs brother. Charles Everett. who re-
sided at Weston. in Central New York,
n pass the summer at his home with his
daughter Carrie.
1t was delightful afternoon. when
summer had ripened into autumn, that a
small party of friends had gathered by
Carries vitation, and were spending
the afternoon at Mr.. Everett's. when the
conversation between Marion and Ei:th
took place.
There could be no friendship between
them. for Marion was too thoroughly sell
fish TO love, or be loved. She admired
Edith, but envied her the good opinion of
nearly nil the village. and consequently
disliked her unintentional rival.
The cousins were alone in their own
room that night as they retired TO rest.
Edith was sitting in deep thought. her
head resting on her hand, when Carrie.
drawing a low foois'ool to her side. en-
twined her arms around her neck. Pres
sing her lips to Eiiih's check, she softly
murmured:
why are you so sober tonight. cous.
in?'
i was thinking of the past. dear Car
rie, returned Edith.
Cousin Edith spoke Carrie. after a
shor: pause i want TO ask you some
thing
What is it, dearest?'
Well said' she. speaking slow and
tremblingly. for she was fearful she was
venturing too far, Why did you color so
when M,rion was speaking of broken
hearts this afternoon2 The heartless
fiirt' said Carrie. warmly. i think
Carrie looked up, Elith's face was
deadly pale. and the hand she held was
trembling violently. although she under
took 10 check her agitation.
'Eli,h. dear Edith, forgive me; did
not intend to hurt your feelings; indeed
did no,;' and Carrie wound her arms
around her. and mingled her tears with
Edith's which were flowing now.
They sat little while thus. when she
brushed away her tears, and smiling faint.
ly. said
Il am foolish, Carrie. but could no,
help it. | will tell you
oh. no. no. interrupted Carrie. il
was wrong in me to ask
Yes, will tell you cousin; and you
may profit by my experience. ss Marion
Wiimol said. You believe in love, thai
eternal beautiful principle. ever enduring
So do /; but you may never believe in
broken hearts, too. my Carrie.
Carrie listened in breathless silence, a:
Edith continued,
Among my companions loved in ear
/ ly childhood, remember one dearer than
all others. Together hand in hand We
roamed through the dim old woods il
search Of May blossoms through The flow
rs fields. by the pebbly stream inlet whe re
the ue-eyed violets lay hidden in the
thick grass blades. and the birds sang In
the willow branches above us. OH they
werc happy. golden days then. How ma
ny dark oues have tseen since.
One day. in a childish gambol. l fell
into The little stream. The water was
no, deep, but was very much frightened
and it was with some difficulty my com
panion helped me out. then with beating
hearts we proceeded homeward. NJ,
mother was as much frightened as hat
been and, after burst of tears, told
her how it happened. and that my play
| mate assisted me out. She kindly prais
ed him for il. and while assisting me to
change my wet clothing, gently advised
me not 10 60 near the s,ream again. This
reques, however, like many others, was
soon forgotten. and many an hour we
have spent there at play.
Dear. noble. generous hearted Henry
Weldon; how loved him. He was al.
most my only playmate and companion
in childhood. Wo attended the Same
school. pursued the same studies, in sherl
shared everything with each other, until
he attained his sixteenth year. when a
friend Of his deceased father offered to
! fiji him for college. Henry accepted the
offer. and spent nearly year with him;
when he returned to bid us farewell, ere
he entered college.
How wei! remember that parting.
when he told me Of his plans. He would
study so hard to win fame. to honor his
mothers only son, and wealth to smoothe
her rugged pathway. know now more
Of his hopes than he confided to me then
can see him now, as he stood there with
his brown wavy curls tossed back from
his white forehead. and his dark eyes fill
led with tears that he must part with
dear Eiith.' He was but seventeen, yet
with a mans stature. and a manly cour.
age in his heart. | but thirteen, yet as
tall as now; and we parted with the con.
fding trust and reiterated vow of older
lovers. Poor Henry! he dreamed not lha,
his cherished hopes were SO soon to be
blighted by a single word.
Harry visited his native village but
once ere he completed his college course.
and then to follow his mother to the grave
He had no other relative in our village.
and ] saw him not again until four years
had passed.
1t was at the close of the day in early
spring time. when preparing for party.
WINS summoned to she paflor. asaIs.
"A gentleman-an old friend wished To