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anged outright Is the way clear for me in certain

outright Is the way clear Tor me IN certain
direction, or not?"
"You mean with little Rose Marks ~
said Burbridge, with bitter and unpleasant
laugh. 81 wish you Joy, my dear boy, if
YOU follow that line. l don't know pleas
anter person to spend a summer with than
the little Rose; and am sure she must be
pleasant to spend all the summers with, II
one wants to spend all the summers with
anybody. But as for. me, l can't afford it!'
''And then may count you out? ?"
"Out," said Lawrence, and sought his
room by another passage.
Meanwhile, Rose and Mr.. Dunlap had
strolled along the hall to the porch, and
then had slipped down the gravel walk,
edge of the little mountain lake, now talk
ing and now silent-always skirting the
secret in either heart, but never touching it.
II suppose you know what papa and L
have been talking about" said she, at
last, twisting the end of scarf around her
throat, for the dew was glittering all about
| them.
| 81 suppose So" said Roger.
"And what do you think OF 1t ~
81 think it is magnificent and heroic sac
rifce," he answered impetuously.
"And then you are going to stay and help
us ?" slyly.
could leave?. And now?"
81 didn't know you were so fond of papa"
said the demure little wretch
"It is not papa, Miss Rose" said Mr.. Dun
lap, looking straight ahead, and then paus-
ing abruptly. Did he pause to note how the
d,lsky water was swelling swectly and softly
before him, she wondered; how the mirrored
stars were shaking in the cool, dark depths
how the great mountain littcdits shadows IN
to the shadowy violets of the heavens, while
the fragrant wind came stealing around him
rich with the honey of the hillside blossoms
Indeed, he saw nothing of any of 1T. He
only thought. Should he speak, and risk
and lose everything; or should he wait till
years of service had won the prize: And he
sat there wrapped in 4 spell of silence
neither able to speak nor move, in the stress
of the strong emotion that his heart was
beating out, as if it were telling the hours o
his life. And then a light breath, more fra
grant than the wind from the mountain flow
ers, was stealing across his lips; and little
rosy face, rosy through all the dusk, wa
looking into his; and voice was whisper
ing: SIS it 70" and there followed the long
passionate silence of two new lovers in eacl
others arms.
"Miss Marks J" a voice came calling dow
the gravel walk and close beside them
"Wherc is Miss Marks? Is that you, Mis-
Rose? Oh, don't rise, pray! 1t is so dar
that, just coming out of the light, saw no
body till you spoke. L came to say goo
by"
care you going, then, Mr.. Farren?"
!. "By the morning train. l have to than
. you for so much that is pleasant this sum
. mer"
"And 1 you, am sure. You will com
and see us whenever you are in the city
. Do. Good-by. The pleasantest journey.
!. And then the second sutton went after tn
first.
weighed in the balance and found want
ing" said Rose. But yOu-you are fin
gold"
"Only for the setting of my jewel, then,
said the flushed and happy fellow. An
presently the people up in the parlors hear
a mellow voice ringing out with the oil
melody:
! "And resist my heart III wear her,
For fear my jewel tyne"
"That sounds very much like lovers" sal
! Mrs. Rodney to her cousin, sitting at he
station of the morning, in the windows en-
brasure. Did hear some one say that wa
Mr.. Dunlap's voice? l wonder, Emily, if al
our calculations are to turn out mere idle
ness, and that is not to be match. Do yo
know, thought so at dinner"
DCdl liiC, l. ilopC ict. S-NSihihSu AiAi
Burbridge. - have been thinking an
thinking, and have about made up my min
at last to the other thing. A change c
name, you know, is what Lawrence calls
change of base; and, for the rest, the fathe
need be only a semi-occasional incumbrance
And there are good manners and good look
and good temper, and then all that money
No; can't let it CO."
every WISE" said Miss Rodney; blu
from that sound, fear, too late!
81 hope not" repeated Mrs. Burbridge
''sThe idea of throwing away such beauty an
such fortune on fathers clerk? No, no; sh
must make it point, you see, to marry abov
her station.
"Mrs. Burbridse," said Mr.. Marks, stand
ing behind that lady as she spoke, =" 1 am il
no hurry to give away my daughter yet /; but
when do part with her, l shall think sh
has married far above her station if it is to
man with half the well-tested excellence
of her f,ther,s clerk v-The Ju1eneude0f