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FAD MARKED HIM FOR RECOGNITION.
have torn my eyes out it had not defended
| myseH'
Eyes, indeed" chined in Irnl;, anxious
! to defend hcr brother. "You must not
blame him; Mr. Roland this little beggar
| would have hurt him if she could.''
| During this interesting colloquy I had
| dercd to speak. But at Irmas cruel words
words were Gil my tongue but, happening 8
to glance one side, / saw a face peering
through the shrubbery. 1 knew it in alt in-
slant, it was my friend on the cars. j.new
the laughing eyes and the brown, curling
hair. There was broad smile On his face
could see, also. His appearance decided
me. did not pause to reply or defend my
self before tho gentleman, but, catching my
books from the ground, fled toward the
house, never pausing tiil I reached my owa
room, where sank down, painting and ex-
ha1lsted.
7 had never remembered being angry be-
for and this new feeling OF rage and. hate
fairly oyerpowered me. When hurt Or
[ grieved before 1 had always wept, but not
tear dimmed my eyes now, whose fiery
flashes would have scorched the fountain
up. But at length i grew calmer, I re-
moved my bonnet aud bathed my face and
hands. 1t was then became conscious of a
stinging pain in my left arln, pushed up
my sleeve and found q livid blue mark
across my arm which was also severely
bruised, either by my fall or from blow
IN the affray had just taken part i'll. 1
locked at my bruised arm with terrible
feeling Of rage and grief, not so much a5
the injury, that would soon heal but there
are scars on o1r memory that never heal
This was one. had never been struck be-
fore, and though it must be remembered I
struck first, YET in my own eyes, certainly,
and in others perhaps, + was quite justified
in doing so. Therefore my feeling Of out,
rage was the same Us though had been
ANONYMOUSLY beaten without 81 cause
Irving Barrett, no doubt, regarded the
whole affair as q joke, yet he hardly guessed
s'St'A~- ''~!ScA'SSS
in the balances against him when that Same
scale was balanced for life or death.
Well Miss, yer uncommon sober TO,
night"
l started 1T was Maggie's CHEEKY voice
at my elbow. that aroused me from my
gloomy thoughts. did not answer, but fol
lowed her ont and into the supper room
without tl word
After supper I inquired who tho gentle.
men were had seen in the garden.
:sl'he black yv}liskercd one,' said Maggie,
"is Mr. Roland, an old friend Of the family;
he is here every summer. The other young 6
man, it seems, is friend Of his: Islcver saw
him before to-day: his name is Oliver Dud-
lev. a1ld a handsome, proper spoken young
fellow he is, too," she added.
went back to my room and noned in 81
lence until dark, when, seeing the family
were all assembled in the grand drawing.
room, I crept ont, and taking the FIRST path
came to, wandered ai1nlessly on, scarcely
knowing or caring whittier it led, till found
myself on the shore Of lovely lake, on
whose clear surface tic moonlight was rest
ing. silvering each wave that rose till II
looked like molten silver.
Drawn up to the shore was q beautiful
boat with softly cushioned seats, and q pair
Of oars handsomely carved rested i'll the
oarlocks. stood watching this moonlight
scene with such keen delight that did not
notice the approach of a party coming near
until they were close upon me. had bare
ly time TO conceal myself behind one of the
rustic seats that lined the shore as they all
came up laughing, chatting and seeming in
high spirits. There were in the parry Mr.,
and Mrs Clayton. Irma and Irving, and also
haH i'm, ib:a 81
noon. ltrembled lest they should discover
me, for Mrs Clayton came so near that he1
silsen skirts brushed my hands as l
crouched beneath the scat; but, fortunately
for me, they passed and entered one OF the
boats without noticing me. l could hear
the dip of the oars as they rowed out on the
lake. How would have liked to accompany
them. [ had never been in a boat i'll my life,
and fancice it must be great pleasure tc
tioat, as they were doing, over the silver
waves. But could not go, SO remained
where was, listening to the sound OF thei,
merry voices, and hating them all the more
heartily. think. / even wished that ths
boat would upset, and, not drown them, !
was not quite so bad as that, but give them
a wetting.
But they came to shore at last. The gen.
tlemen assisted the ladies out and the party
returned toward the house, all but Mr..
Dudley; he fingered behind and lit a cigar.
/ could see the blue rings of smoke curling
up through the clear air.
The rest of the party went on, evidently
not missing him. He waited until they
were out of hearing ana I was devoutly
wishing he would go on when he walked
leisurely up to the seat, behind which was
hiding, and stopped. could see his face
plainly in the moonlight, and there was a
smile upon it. Could he be laughing at me!
Had he seen me! I asked myself; and he
answered as if instantly divining my
thoughts:
eyes I know you are there. Come out!
What are you hiding for9"
I crawled out and stood before him, a
very tumbled, confused looking object, nc
doubt, from my hiding among the reeds and
rushes that grew on the bank
$50 you hid, did yon?" he inquired, Look
ing at me still with that kind, quizzical look,
half laughing, half serious, on his face.
s.Were you afraid, little one?' putting out
his hand and drawing me gently to his side
strolking my tumbled hair with his white,
shapely hand.