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ing away with step as naughty as her

own.
| Clara Sayton watched him as long as
be was in sight, but he went straight on,
! and she knew he had turned his back
upon her forever
/ "He does not know what it has cost
me, she murmured, turning homeward,
and speaking with fevered lips. 81 could
have loved him. But to be mere rustic
"a drudge all my life. Oh, no my love
can never stretch to such a sactafce p
And SO, seeking to justify her guilty
mind, Clara Sayton hestened homeward
to prepare to use her sudden inheritance.
Meanwhile, the discarded lover, heart
crushed and weary, sought the gloom OF
| the woods to brood over his grief-not
grief at having lost Clara Sayten, but
grief because he had found her SO un.
worthy.
AZ he leaned against tree, where
often he had wooed his false hearted
Clara, he was aroused by light and
gir!ish laughter, and near him stood ID
handsome, blue eyed girl, scarcely eight
years cid.
I've found YOU, brother Henry, and
I am very glad, for | was almost lost, :"
said the little maiden, springlng into his
arms.
You, at least, love me, CherTie," re-
piled Harry, as he kissed her rosy cheek,
and swept her bright, sunny hair from
her fair forehead.
"More than proud Clara Sayton does,
for all she says, cried Cherrie.
Don't speak of her, Cherrie. She
does not love NE now, and do not love
herr"
ais that iun, brother Harry 2"
"No; fortunate fact crushing his love
for Clara with every stride. "But why
are you so glad, Cherrie :"
Because [ love you, aud dou't want
anybody else to love YOU, and want you
to love nobody but ne" cried gay Cher
rie, tossing her curs "Do you know
what old Aunt Nellie said -
She says many very fue things, Cher
ric. What was the last :"
"She says that, as | am an orphan,
and you are not my brother for tr9e,
when | grow to be tall lady like Clara
Sayton, and if you don't marry her, you
may marry NE Won't that be funny p
. And here Cherrie clapped her little hands
with glec.
! Harry SMILED at her innocence, and
SAID
What is wife, Cherrie ?"
I She unused for moment, and replied :
( 'It's-.et me see. Aunt Nellie said
! its a mans fate Is it 2"
Not always" laughed Harry. "But
| must tell Aunt Nellie not to put such
nonsense in that giudy pate Of yours,
/ Cherrie."
/ Cherrie was a child vino had been left
with hariy's mother fur years before
the date OF this story, and under some-
what strange circumstances.
/ \ stranger had applied at the modest
cottage Of the Widow Harry, ana desired
the benevolent old lady to rear and edu
cate the little girl until he should return
to claim her. He gave no name, but lef;
a heavy pn1se of gold to maintain her,
promising to return at the end of two
years to claim his daughter, if possible.
Pay me when you return was the
remark Of the kind hearted widow, at
;racted bv the beauty of the child, and
refusing the gold, for the stranger seeQ-
ed more in need of it than she. -Four
years had passed since then, aud still the
stranger did not return; while the kind
widow began to look upon the lovely
walf as her own, aud named her Cherrle,
for in his haste the stranger had not told
her uame, and the only name the child
could give was Pet, name Mrs. Hardy
dISliked
This, then was the little maiden who
chatted to the discarded lover as he
sought his home.
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