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| LuclIle Openeu uer tldck eyes To TIER
fullest extent, but Jenny vouchsafed no
further explanation and she was obliged to
leave, with her curiosity unsatis6ed.
The days passed somewhat heavily to
Jenry.-Mrs. Thornhill WAS often fre,ful,
and always ei,omiiy ,aci.urn. Still. Jvnry
felt that size WAS at'leng'h both trusted
and loved, and it give her courage to peree-
we're.
Letters came frequently from Lucille
describing her aunt rs a handsome woman
who received her kindly, and inquired WHY
her sister dill not come also?'
I told her wrot. Lncille, that you had
an o0air de caur, which, you know. sounds
much better, than to say you staid home 10
amuse Aunt Tholnhill. She shrugged her
shoulders, and said what pity that
she had heard that YOU was quite a sensible
little body, and Intended to iulr,,st to you
the accounts of the lonsr Enr I was a
!"an:y,' she MAS pleased to say, am! must.
devote my time to becoming 4 rvi gning
belle was congra,ulatimg myself on
having got off SO well. whe, i'll walked
Maurice Berger and asking after you
Judge of my surprise, when Aunt Matilda
repeated my little white lie to him. Or
c"ursc, | WAS in for il then. AMI, To
save myself, WAS Obliged tn fnl,ricare such
a history of v"ur flir'nton> as think would
have astoui>I'-l you not little But you
know, jenny, Tom Harris did really admire
y"". Jenny? By-by. darling; am going
to ride with him now
Jenny cried long aud bitterly over this
letter, till. worn NJ, hy the very violence Of
i'cr gr;d, she fell :.s.'a.p, her head e.st in:
"n the win,low<ih, AMI the I..ars still gi,s,.n>
ing OH he' e:Ileek.-WI,cn sI,e awok-, it WAS
qnite Ia'k her first impulse was to feel
for her letter. II was gone.
what have you lost, chilJ2 Did sou
have good nap 2
yes, aunt Lu, whefeis my letter.,
Where are your eyes, child Don't
You See who is here 2
Miss Janet u>erl to he more ready to nr-
knowledge HI old acquaintance said Il
pleasant voice, as warm, manly hand
sought and grasped hers.
'ls"t where is my letter persisted Jenny
looking bard ut Maurice Burger and Ler
aunt.
You had better ask after your sister, said
Maurice, laughing.
Lucille! Did she know you were com.
mgr
She camc with me-
oh! And the glow dried ont of Jeu-
uey's cheek.
In came Lucille, radiant and blooming.
Why, Jenny, you little owl What's
the matter with you You look as if you
hal slept your eyes out Of your head. It's
that horrid dress.-Now isat It n wonder,
Aunt Thornhill. that any beiag styling
herself dress-maker could produce sNch
an outrage on taste as that ? Jenny has a
decent figure, Mr.. Berger, though you
would never guess it.
I think less of tie fashion and the cox.
"ring. than nf the heart that beats br,ca,f {.
it, returned Berger, collIy.
Upon my word |! eaid Lucille coIoring,
and tossing her head "when did you take
orders, Mr.. Bergera'
How is Amt Matildas interposed Jeu-
ny.
"Oh !t;yery y ell; she sent her love to
,y"n, and begged you would invite her to
tn. we'Iling!'
Lucille!
"Ob. yes! You don't wish me 10 mention
it before Mr.. Bergerl' returned Lucille
(~ho was much exasperated, and did no.
think that Jenny would contradict her); ;
h". | call it mock moirsiy, and more than
thar. fal>rhood. / thought it was the duty
OF Christians always to speak tho tru,b Z.
you had better pick some currants for
lea Jenny ipterfered Mrs. Thornlill anxious.
to change the conversati on.
Only TOO glad to obey. Janet left the
ro"tn, not 10 pIrK Fcurranta, >bnt to hurry
down to tile old ,arbnr, near tie Saea, shore,
"a"' tls'se /" ahsA.w herself 66n the grass, aud
sob ar though her heart wonld break.
why, Janets child !@*lst is the: a,at.
lera' :, 80; - "@ - A
20 Aunt SThors4,ill! lucille i. too bad
She knows that l--that 10 aunt how
sanI say it;Mr: Fcrger she knows thas
love. and makes l,iln .tclisyer--
Hush. Jenny don't fob 10: he knows
all. I found your letter, and read II. and
gsse It to him, becanss ! thought it WAS
bni jns,i'e.'
5enhs sPraag to Jsr feet in Aismay.
ITO NJ. Bergert 9 aaa.1 <sou didn1-s.s
you couldn't expose Lu,illa so3 M. Be,.