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/ conclude ?" said Christine.
My older brother, who is dead, was
a friend of her husbands" he replied
!, Isl am, for the next six months, tutor
s of her two sons.
\ Somehow the better instincts of tne
4 Eaattered heiress recognized the true
4 manliness of her guest in his brief can
4 did answer. There was no question
!, that the tutor was gentleman, in the
II struest meaning of the word meaning
that comprehends certain indigenous
4 qualities Of the heart and soul which
!. no social grating can confer
8 Well, am woman, you know,
said Christine, smiling the bright, frank
Fsmile which filled her face with light
and sweetness, "and have my legacy Of
curiosity but I will not exercise the
pre- ogatiye of my sex further than to
ask you one question more. What is
your name?''
"Charles Winthrop" he replied 1t
is known neither in camps nor councils,
nor in the world of letters; it is famous
nowhere; and in the wide world it's
best merit is, 1 believe, that it is pre-
cious to a very few hearts"
Z" You are very strange man,
thought Christine Jarvys. Her guest
smiled quietly to himself. Did he
guess What l was thinking ?"
After this, she could not tell how
they glided off into an animated con-
vcrsation on various matters. Christine
was glad enough to find a man who led
her out Of herself, and whose speech
had some nerve and force in it; who
never availed himself Of an opportuni-
ty to turn pretty compliment to her.
self, but who stimulated her own
thoughts, who was full of suggestion
and appreciation Of men, books, and
the world in general.
At last in a pause Of the converse
ton, they heard sudden grasp, and
rush OF the wind outside.
Dear me what does it mean 2"
said Christine, as she and her guests
rose and hurried to the window.
1t was strange sight, the great cloud
coming up from the East, and shutting
out the stars. The grace and beauty Of
the night suddenly vanished.
"Oh, how dreadfull' exclaimed Chris
tine, and she shuddered, standing by
the tutor of the young Melvyns.
That depends upon the eyes with
which we look at it, said the young
man, with his grave, sweet smile; and
it was evident that to his eyes the cloud
had no dreadful voice or language.
This thought came into Christine,s S
mind as she stood by the window. 1t
was followed by another which struck
OH what: f:'~Sa viii ffnf bado@s sRSnes of Alfred,
if this high wind should overtakc him T.
Does he know how to manage a
boat?' asked Mr.. Winthrop, with a
good deal OF interest
Not in a Storm she replied "but
Ben Grant, who has charge of the boat,
is an old sailor; still I can t help feeling
alarmed
81 think there is no cause for alarm,
said he ) and then, there is no thought
to claim our fears like the blessed one
that God is over us in all danger
Christine's eyes, lifted to her guests,
grew full of strange awe and wonder.
Truly this man was unlike any she ever
met.
Then the storm broke with a wild
cry The great branches rocked and
wrenchcd under it. The thunder fairly
shook the foundations of the greathouse,
and Christincs heart filled with fear for
her brother.
But the storm did not last long. Swift
as the wind arose it fell. The black
wings of the cloud dropped slowly away;
and there was a great calm. The stars
looked out again.
1t is time Alfred was here" said
Christine.
At that moment the front gate open
ed sharply, and youth Of about sixteen
burst into the parlor. His hair hung in
draggled locks about his pale face; his
clothes were dripping, and he stammer-
ed ont in an agony Of fright and ter
ror, The boats gone down The wind
upset her. Won't anybody 90 to.their
help?
Ii you had heard poor Christine's
shrek then Mr.. Winthrop caught her,
or she would have fallen. But there
was no time to be lost. He laid her on
the sofa and he did not know that his
lips uttered the prayer which was in
his heart, and that Christine heard it
:" Heaven have mercy upon you p
Then the young man rushed out of
the room; but his hostess sprang up,
and swift as a deer overlook him at the
front door.
aOh, you will savemy brother" !" she
cried imploringly.
Heaven be witness that l will try |"
said he and he was gone, and the boy
followed him.
Mr.. Winthrop was an excellent swim
ner, and though the lake was some way
otF, he was only few minutes reaching
t, tor his feet seemed scarcely to touch
;he ground on his way. He paused
'nce only, to ask the boy, who hadf fol-
owed, but could not keep up with him,
few necessary questions. He ascer-
aimed that he was the son Of the boat
nan, Ben Grant. His father had been
summoned from home that
evening, and the two young men had
persuaded him to go out on the lake with
he sail-boat which he was not accus-
omed to manage alone. They would,
however, have been safe enough, if had
lot been for the sudden squall of wind