The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-12-09

still relatives"
"Oh YES, please do" cried Amy,
"cyerv one else calls me So
GLOW lovely she isl" was her SollI-
oquy as she went down stairs. - won
der what Phil will think of her? lie
will be surprised, Pm sure, but he must
admire her; he can't help it,"
She watched the expression OF his eyes
at tcutimc, but it told her nothing. Phi
scarcely spoke. lie looked at Miss
Ashurst great deal, but Amy could
only guess what the looks meant.
" "Wcll?" she said, intcrrogativcly, as
they met ON the door-stcps after tea
"WclI," responded Phil
"What do you think? Isn't she
prctty?'
"Prctty!" with AN indignant inilcc-
ton.
"Why, Phil, how can you help think
ing So?"
'Prctty is not the word at all. She is
superb beautiful ~ 49,,
IL thought you would think So" said
Amy, chccrfully, but with little Strlc-
turc at her heart.
eyes. She's not my style, of course;
but she is woman in thousand. No
wonder she has been such bcllc'all her
life"
"rm 50 glad you admire her. Now
vou won't mind her being here, and
you'Il he polite to her, won't you, mn Z?
son, yes I'll do whatever you wish,
replied Phil, with a carclcssncss which
was half affected.
"She's not Philips stylc,' whispered
Amy to her pillow that night, and fell
asleep with the talismanic sentence ON
her lips.
Nlas how easily things 50 wrong!
word too much, or a kiss too long
| And there alIrth mist and binding rain,
| And life is never the same again.
sings George Macdonald. Things wen
wrong" in little Amys world during
the next fortnight. Was it only the pre-
science Of coming mists which darkcne'
the blue, and made the days sad? Wa
il only foolish jealousy, or was it some
thing tangible? She made herself ms
cradle over these questions. She Scoldc'
herself but scolding did no good; th
wrung. hurt feeling would not leave her
And vet why was she hurt? Was it no
natural and right that Philip should be
attentive to their guest, who had ON HIM
us ON her. the claim of kindred blood
this guest who was so charming? fol
AMY never denied the charm; she felt il
herself, too strongly. Was it not the
very thing she had asked him to do
YES; but yct---but yet but yet Al
these reflections ended by deepening tn,
vague unhappincss. Night after nigh
She sat alone on the doorstep an'
watched the boat glide off into the moon
LIGHT; Phil at the oars, Miss Ashurst wit
the tiIcr ropes in her white hands
''Como with us" they always said; bu
when she murmurcd an excuse, the
passed ON chcertully without her. lc
il had come to that Philip went will
out her, and liked it just as well! III
, world--hcr world---had changed. Won
r il ever be the same again?
a Philip was in a temporary dazzIc
; admiration; he neither reasoned nor !
- Hrctcd. But for Miss AshurSt, no Sligl
}, est glimpse of the truth had crossed h
n mind. She thought Amy Il sweet, prct
Il child, but shy, and busy with househo
Y matters, as the only daughter of wild,
i in poor circumstances must naturally
r For Phil, he was charming; she INK
f him best when alonc--thc truth bel
@ that slirlt uneasy consciousness ma
n him awkward when in company with
!. old love. with whom he was somehow
+ little "0n." and the new, with whom
was not fairly son. So Miss AshuI
was not sorry when Amy refused to %
o in the moonlight rows, and knowing, II
a thing of what had gone before, 1t did II
@ strike her as unusual or make her qu'
i ton lie and Amy were as brother a
!, sister. she reflected. So her eyes bel
c sealed by Ignorance, and lhlfs blind
n as by a sudden spell, Amy's pale chet
# and woful looks passed unhecded, exec
ii by one pair of eyes which were !
a. sealed, namely, her mothers
J. Mrs. Mauran was quiet person;
IL her o,,iet concealed strength and a poy
ir reading character Instinctively
III "took stock" of all persons with VIII
nt shc came in contact and her insti
ii rarely failed. A bitter experience |
~ taught her how "casy things go wron
if in this world of ours, and though
re "hatcd to- meddlc," and was sorry to |
I'm her boardcr she resolved to appeal
as the sweetness and nobility which she
,r. were the underlying stratum OF N
IT. Ashurst's nature. 1t was in this v
alf that she accomplished her purpose =,
,st Miss Ashurst and Phil had been OIL
A a drive prolonged into late twilight.
RI. was over. Phil had strolled down to
nor village after the mail, and Mrs, Ma''
sat beside her guest in the shaded po
he "Whcrc is Amy?" asked Miss !
ed urst.
nn "Gone to bed with a bad hcadac
MD said Mrs. Mauran.
ne "A headache? | am 50 sorry! :,
Is a there something out of my med
MT case which would relieve hcr?--pul'
the la, perhaps, or iris" Miss Ashurst
nd devoted homcopath.
cse IL think there is something. No
As of your case, however," replied
was Mauran, quietly.
an What can you mean?"
nnt. "My dear Miss Ashurst, may
t of frankly to you about something I'll
Der. on nv mind? And will you not
lout me unkind or impcrtinent ~
al Il amquite sure you could be nei'
oks. al want to tell you a little story
ieht concerns Phil and Amy"
on "Phil and Amy"