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been called handsome by a careless oh
server, yet perhaps among all their ac
quaintapccs, no two could be found more
unlike in fca ,ure and expression
Hcrbert's features were chisscled witt
the delicacy of sculpture. His head
sat proudly upon his shoulders, and bis
long brown hair waved lightly over a
broad and high brow; while in his deep
blue eyes there was a rare and peculiar
sweetness Of expression.
Paul Aliens eyes were dark and fash
ing, his skin almost swaythy, in its depth
OF color his hair black as ebony, whilst
a sensual smile curled bis full red lip as
his glance fell upon the beautiful girl
whom nc had marked for bis prey.
Herbert Elliot caught the glance, and
his own wandered in the same direction
but it was with look of deep growing
pity that he gazed.
He at once detected the air of refine
mcnt and delicacy, which distinguished
Camclia, and there needed not words
to speak the design Of bis companion.
1t is said that pity is akin to love
| know not if Herbert Elliot loved ca
melia, then but there sprung up at that
moment, an instantaneous, but strong
resolve on his part to shield and defend
her from the fate to which the man who
called himself bis friend would have con-
Gemncd her.
He Ion. ed to protect her, and the i'm
ara Of lis own sister, rs Young and beau
tltul as Cilnelia, rose up before him as
ifto strengthen his resolve by the thought
OF such fate for her 50 loved and ten
derly guarded.
There is a magnetic Influence in a
fixed gaze, which rarely fails to make it.
self felt BY the object. At this instant
Camclia turned aud met the eyes which
sought her own, and took into one glancs
all they spoke of the souls which shone
through them. 4 VIVID blush burned
over both her cheek and brow, and her
eyes fell beneath those glanccs, as she
turned again to her work. Both bowed
and passed on. No one was allowed to
speak to the operatives whilst at their
work.
That evening, Camolia's homeward
steps were followed, and as she reached
her gate, Paul Allen bet forward to OPP
9n it for her He spoke few words,
mpertineut in the tone more than in
meaning, but Camelia turned silently
lWay.
Paul frowncd, and muttcred an indiS-
inct sentence, which sounded like an
appreciation.
'Camclia, said he, L shall bring up
ny friend, Herbert Elliot, to see you
his eve. | told him who you were.
md he trumped up some story Of an old
friendship between his father and yours,
rs pretext for visiting you. But aud
here he swore fierce oath, give him
1ne Of your smiles, or more than an or
lnary word Of civiIty, and you Shall rue
t till your dying day. You shall be
nue-do you hear me; and no other
nan shall have so much as a glance of
our eye, save at his peril
Camelia was still silent, but she lean
d tremblingly against the gate post,
lie gave her one impcrious, passionate
md searching glance, and then with a
ierce gesture he turned away,
That evening they came, Camclia
lad not dared to tell her mother of Pauls
hreat--or she, gentle as she was,
would have resented it.
Herbert was as courteous 20 the wild
wv and her orphans in their fallen for
unes as if they still dwolt in the old ,
amily mansion. lie never noticed the |
ough, bare walls, or the plain and
lomely furniture, And while be taxed |
With Mrs. Woodcourt Of his parents and :
many Of her old friends, who had long {
incc forsakcn her, his eye followed the .
light movements of Camclia, aud watch
ID the fitting blush upon her fair cheek $
IS she bent in silence over her needle. |
But his Drowned with indignation as he
aw the expression Of Pasl's face as he {
owcrcd from tho darkcncd corner where
lc too sat in silence. {
There were high words between the |
wo young men as they walked home /