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ton was sincere one, and resumed his

.I.I conclude ?" said Christine. ss.
a My older brother, who is dead, was
B a friend Of her husbands" he replied
sI5sIam, for the next six months, tutor
sfofa her two sons.
4 Somehow, the better instincts of the
i Aattered .heiress recognized the true
4manliness of her guest in his brief can
4 did answer. There was no question
i that the tutor was a gentleman, in the
,sEtruest meaning Of the word: a meaning
4 that comprehends certain indigenous
(, qualities Of the heart and soul which
! no social grating can. confer
a Well, I am woman, you know,
q said Christine, smiling the bright, frank
fsmile which filled her face with light
!. and sweetness, land have my legacy Of
curiosity; but l will not exercise the
prerogatiye of my sex further than to
ask you one question more. What is
1your name" g
"Charles Winthrop, he replied. "It
i is known neither in camps nor councils,
(, nor in the world of letters; it is famous
nowhere and in the wide world its
best merit is, 1 believe, that it is pre-
.cious to very few hearts"
4 You are very strange man,
thought Christine Jarvys. Her guest
smiled quietly to himself. did he
guess what I was thinking ?"
/ After this, she could not tell how
[thcy glided off into an animated con
yersation on various matters. Christine
was glad enough to find a man who led
her out Of herself, and whose speech
Ihad some nerve and force in it; who
never availed himself of an opportuni-
Ity to turn a 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
tion, they heard a sudden grasp, and
rush of the wind outside ~.
"Dcar me whatedoes it mean 2"
said Christine, as she and her guests
5rose,a hurried to the window.
1t was a 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 dreadful exclaimed Chris
tine, and she shuddcred, 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
mind as she stood by the window It
was followed by another which struck
aohI what ft-eS4 viii ffnf bea0@s sRsHss of nItred,
if this high wind should overtake him II
"Does he know how to manage a
boat p 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 cam 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
wrenched under it. The thunder fairly
shook the foundations Of the great house,
and Christines 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 q youth Of about sixteen
burst intoithe parlor. His hairhung in
draggled locks about his pale foce; his
clothes were dripping, and he stammer-
ed out in an agony Of fright and ter
Tor, :" :" The boats gone down The wind
upset her. Won't anybody go to.their
help? q
Ii you had heard poor Christines |
shrek then Mr.. Winthrop caught her,
or she would have fallen. But there
was no time to be elostefsHe laid her on
the sofa land 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 deer overlook him at the
front door,
aoh, you will savemy brotherl" she
cried imploringly,
II " Heaven be witness that I will try |"
said he and he was gone, and the boy
him.
MIR. Winthrop was an excellent swim
mer, and though the lake was some way
of, he was only few minutes reaching
it, for his feet seemed scarcely to touch
the ground on his way. He paused
once only, to ask the boy, who hadfol-
lowed, but t'could not keep up with him,
q few necessary questions. He ascer-
tanned that he was the son of the boat
man, Ben Grant. His father had been
suddenly summoned from home that
evening, and the two young men had
persuaded him to go out onthe lake with
.he sail-boat, which he was not accus-
toned to manage alone. They would,
however, have been safe enough, if had
not been for the sudden squan of wind