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DARED AND DEFEATED.

"You will meet Waiter Sutton at
The Roscs; enter in no rivalry with
him."
This was the postscript Of my faith
cr's letter, and the ono cloud in the
bright no i :on of my hopes.
L was twcnty-thrcc years Old, lust
released from college, a little pale and
weary with study, and bound for TIA,
paradise of the Garth, my widowed
sister Margarot's homc-Tho Roses
l was to spend the summer with
Mag; and the prospect had been one
OF Infinite delight. But now l heard
that Sutton was there.
This Walter Sutton was q younger
brother Of Mag's deceased husband. a
mlllionairc's son, and q Parisinn by
education.
At twenty he had been familiar
with the Mabilc. At twcnty-six he
was pronounced tho handsomcst and
most dissipatcd man in London; and
now, year later, I was to have his
-companionship for the summer at tho
house of my sister, Mrs. Margaret
Sutton.
The man had always had q fascina-
ton for me, while I dcspised him.
His Apolian beauty, his knowledge of
the world, his GOODNESS, daring and
tearlcssncss, l regarded with wonder.
But had sense enough to weigh
these against his cynicism, his black.
encd reputation, and his rakish man.
ncr, which told it's tale of unhappi-
ness, and to keep quietly on my way,
unenvious of his success. At tho
timo L went to The Roses I was.
moreover, less liable to impure influ.
once, for had just lost tho noblcst
and dearest mothers.
1t Is true did not relish mectino
Walter Sutton, but was not ono to
borrow trouble. It was Juno wealth.
cr; "green and blue were glad topcth.
cr;"' and was FREQ. My horse arch.
cd his beautiful neck, and trottod
slowly and proudly along tho road
While looked across the sunny fields
watching for the first sign of nv sis.
tcr's mansion-trecs rustling, flow
crs blooming, and birds singing
around me.
Suddenly I saw carriage whirline
IN advance of me. I RECOGNIZED tho
man on tho box and syurred forward
l gained it. Tho stately lady
within it looked up, throw aside hc,
sable veil, and cried, "Lcwis!"
'Are you going homo, Maggie"
Directly" .
IL am with you"
at that moment I became conscious
OF the earnest gaze Of q pair of gold
cn-brown eyes. My sister was no,
alone in the carriage. A young girl
with her lap full Of water-lilies, and 6
large straw hat shading the faircst
and loveliost of faces, sat beside her
we looked inquiringly at cach other
put ior once, my admirable sister for
got the demands of society. In he,
pleasure at seeing mo she omitted the
introduction, and leaning from he,
seat she questioned me eagerly re
gardlng occurrences at home. -Sht
had not been there since my mother.
eaneral had taken place in tho win
ter.
Suddenly q light pheton whirlet
by us, the driver Of which lifted hi
hat as he passed. giving a piercing
look into the carriage. I followed !
and fancied I saw the young girl
hand trem bio among the lilies on he
lap. "
"You know Walter is with Us
Iewis2" remarked Margaret, littl
cloud on her face.
eyes. He is looking we'll" ..
Gle always looks WE'LL" said Mag
significantly. 7 .
We were entering tho Avenue
Two splendid rose trees guarded th,
gate; the rustic trellises held an.arcl
of blossoming vines above thei
heads. :. 1 questioned Mag as: to tn,
"My gardeners say that they hay
been very successful this year, :.
think Isappreciate the roses NOR,
than nsualathis year, for Alice enjoy
them 80 much"
My sister turned as she spoke. wit,
a fond smile for the girl at her side
and then remembered to say, aAlict
this is my brother Lewis. MI
Werner, Miss Lee." 80
So thoep Egolden.brown eyes seam
mp to- mine again; and my look of cd
mfration was rewarded with q littl
smileJ 90 sweet that / then and ther
fell ID l0v8 Tisk its; owner. u = !
We drove thfongh clouds Of psi
fame'to the door. There were lasiie
and gentlemen upon the broad te,
race. .aYifsa '..''". "'"I d