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nply gratifed, and rebelled when the

dHllhN BIbIllleu, anu feDelleO when the
doctor ordered sea voy &c to per-
feet my recovery. But he had his way,
and again it was summer before re-
turned home and accepted Toms in
VitatiOn to Long Branch.
1--WE have concluded to take cot
tage at Long Branch this summer"
he wrote, land want you to Join Us, if
possible, in July"
How can | describe Nettie-Nettie
Raymond still-after three years of
separation? Beautiful as ever, ami
mated, accomplished, she was fascln-
ating to all But the imp of mischief
had not quite deserted, although she
was more dignlfe She was not
openly saucy, as she had been, but
could put stings into apparently in
nOcent speeches. and | often WINGED
under the satire.
For | did love her then. Every hour
added to my admiratiOn-my affec-
tlOn-yet there was never in her man
ner one atom of encouragement on
which to hang a hope. Although |
had recovered my health and strength
almost entirely, was still subject to
attacks of headache that FRUSTRATED
me for hOurs-consciOus of nothing
but terrible pain.
The first one had at Long Branch
came on about three weeks after my
arrival, when | had walked too far in
the sun. Tom was alone when |
staggered into the house, nearly blind,
and he put me down upon a wide
lounge in lower room, darkened the
windows and put cold water on my
head.
"Amy will be here presently" he
said ''she has gone to riue with Nettle.
I'll keep Nettie out of your way, old
fellow. She must be rather a torture
to sick man. Vivacity is all very
we'll in its place, but had as lief
shut up a swarm OF mosquitoes in a
sick-rOOm as Nettie."
| made no reply, and lay mute and
miserable until the carriage drove
up.
Zip" Walter ill?" / heard Amy say
see if he wants anything.
You can attend to him." said
Nettie, coldly. 81 have my dress to
arrange for the hop
"Netti e.' this in a provoked Whis-
per, "you are not going to let hall a
million of your money
"Hush!' was the sharp reply; l
wish he was beggar,"
He would be very much obliged
to you'
But Amy little dreamed she spoke
the truth. Nettie wished | was a beg
gar. Why? Could 1t be that my
wealth was the barrier between us,
that as beggar | might have won her
love?
My heart throbbed heavily as Amy
opened the door of the room where
lay, and came softly to my side.
"Walter," she whispered, and then
stole out again. He is asleep" she
said, and | heard her 60 upstairs.
But presently there was a soft rustic
in the room and a ray OF sunshine
that had crept to crack in the shut
ters was shut out. A perfume hovered
about me, though the handkerchief
was not laid upon my head, and then
little choking whisper came to my
ears, Poor fellow! | can never forget
he saved my life once"
Nettie was looking down at me when
opened my eyes. She was startled
but only showed it by faint flush on
each fair cheek Her voice was quiet
as she said: "Can do anything fol
you?"
won't you please fan me?" said
after trying to think of an occupation
that would keep her near me. Still
she famed in hasty way, and said
"You have not improved since last
summer. You made fan imitate the
gentlest of summer breezes then"
II never famed you before."
"Once before" | said" you famed
me, bathed my forehead and piIlowed
my head on this" and l drew from
my pocket q flimsy handkerchie
marked "Annetta Raymond"
But Nettie was only bewildered
The gentle act of pity and charity
had cherished as q memory mos
sacred she had almost forgotten.
"EOu did not recognize me, | SAID
II am the sailor you thought dying il
the cars one day last summer"
ut is true Nettie," continued, i'm
ploringIy, catching her hand as sh'
was going to arise. "Why must al
your gentleness and pity be kept TO;
beggars. Cannot you give one littI
corner to a rich man who love
you? See, now, need you as much
as did last summer, when yol
thought me pauper and dying. Nov
my heart is dying for your love, Mis-
Ne+tle."
She was trembling, blushing, yielding
and did not spare my pleading.
With all the eloquence at my com
mand l wooed her, and at last tn
little hand in mine struggled freedom
no longer, and Nettie consented to b
my wife, my ministering ahgel!-Ex.