, 1874-08-02


hila in his idea that bliss Nugent poor, prob
| abl7 dependent. Would she listen to him-draw
to him she did, if it we're othcrwise-to
him, a poor, httle-cousideEed artist, with no
! prospects beyond his art? As for Sybil, she en-
| tirely rccprocatcd his affection, and had made
| up her mind, at comparatively early stage Of
their acquaintanceship, that it sho did not marry
! him she would never marry anJ one else. Of
| course, ia her case, there VAS spice Of ro-
| nance about the matter. Sue got to know aud
| like him before she caught his name, which had
| been slurrcd when she was first introduced to
| him; and so tue coincidence struck her very
| forcibly when she suddenly and accidentally
| leaned that he vas the very man whose studio
| she had examined in so unceremonlous fashion,
aud whose 'Ariadne" she had purchased in
Cousin Emily's name. Sho felt perfectly con-
vinced that he loved her, and wondered why no
did not Say 20.
Are there any limits to human perversity'
Lovers arc torn asunder by porortJ every day.
but herc were couple who positively failed to
come together simply and only because one vas
rich. It was not 81 ordinary love affair; they
had never talked Of love. But their tastes.
ideas, sympath1es, agreed SO admirably that
and to friends who 1new them both. It seemed
more than natural, almost necessary, that they
should marry. II Of the same sex. they would
have been fast friends: Had their ages been
very dissi or had they both passed the .go
Of tho passions. they would still have been
drawn closely together. These cases are very
rare. but they occur, and when two such people
meet, and marry, they attain degree OF happi-
ness not often youchsafod to mortals. And yet
THESE TWO SI:yEE NET AGA1S.
Dor1a stuck to his resolution. and avoided Sybll,
vhe went back to the country and took to ritual
ism and fantastic embroidery.
Another htay came round, and Harry Dora
had four portraits-tslrao ladies', one g Of gen.
tle1nan '-hung on tho academy wallis besides
a classical study, which sold for q high price.
Ue excelIed mostly in fgure-painting, but fig
ures must have fairgrounds and backgrounds,
and he was not quite satisfied with his land
scapes. So, when the season wnned, ho
packed his knapsack, and started oil on q soli-
tary walking and sketchlng tour, for the pur-
pose OF studying English sl:ies, streams, and
trees. A wandering life Of that kind having
remarkably fine, the month which ha intended
to spend on. OF town expanded to nearly three,
and it Was toward the end Of October that he
entered pretty village, which took his fancy so
much that be stopped, though it was early in the
afternoon, and he meant to have gone sono
miles further. II must have that church porch
and the ayenue," he said to himself, as he turned
into the old-fashioned inn, where be left his
knapsack and ordered his dinner, and then went
out again with his portfolio and water-coor bog.
to utilize the couple Of hours remaining day
light
"What is tho name OF this place?" he asked
his landlord that evening.
"Nuttine, air, Nntting," replied the host, as
founded at lie depths to which human ignorance
could sink- Nutting: That WIS the name OF
THE VILLAGE WHERE sTBn LIVED.
She had often talked about it, and said what 9
pretty sketch could be made from the church,
yard. and how often she had tried to take it and
Lad failed to satigfy herself. What . strange