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will never do it again" Sh'
thanked me. with a smile and van
ished.
Much to my surprise, she appeared
at dinner the next day. No notice wa;
taken of her. except by the younger OF
my pupils, who called out:
Halo. Alice, Are you down"
She smiled and nodded, but did no
speak. Everything went on as usual
There was no change in her behavior
except in one point ventured the
experiment of paying ner some ordi
nary enough attention. She thanked
me. without 4 trace of the scornful eX
preston | all but expected to see up
on her beautiful face. But when J
addressed Ier about the wea her, OF
something equally interesting, She
made no reply; and Lady Hilton gave
me n stare. as much as to say
Don't you know it is of no use to tall
to herr" Alice saw the look, and
coloring to the eyes. rose, and left
the room. When che had go e, Lady
Hilton said to me:
Don't SPEAK TO her. Mr.. Campbell
il distresses her. She is very peculiar
yon know
She could not ulde the scorn and
dislike with which she spoke and !
could not help saying to myself, What
n different thing scorn looks on your
face, Lady Hiltonr' for it made heI
positively and hatefully ugly for the
moment-to my eyes, at last.
After this, Alice sat down with us
at all our meals. and seemed tolerably
we'll But, in some indescribable way,
she was quite different person from
the Lady Alice who had twice awaked
in nv presence. To use a phrase com.
mon in describing one of weak intel
lect-she never seemed to be all there
There was something automatical in
her movements; and sort of frozen
Indifference was the prevailing expires.
sion of her countenance. When she
smiled, a sweet light shOne in heI
eyes, and she looked for the moment
like the Lady Alice of my nightly
dreams But, altogether, the Lady
Alice of the night. and the Lady Alice
of the day, were two distinct persons;
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real one.
What nights l had now, watching
and striving lest unawares | should
fall into the exercise of my new pow
er. | allowed myself to think of her
as much as l pleased during the day
time, or at least as much as | dared;
for when occupied with my pupils. 1
dreaded lest any abstraction should
even hint that | had thought to con-
ceal | knew that | could not hurt
her then; for that only in the night
did she enter that state of existence
in which my will could exercise au-
thority over her. But at night, at
night, when l knew she lay there, and
might be lying here; when but
thought would bring her. and that
thought was huttering its wings, ready
to spring awake out of the dreams Of
my heart-then the struggle was fear
full. And what added force to the
temptation was, that to call her to me
IN the night seemed like calling the
real immortal Alice forth from the
tomb in which she wandered about
ali day. 1t was as painful to me to
see her such in the day, as 1t was en-
trancing to remember her such as |
mad seen her in the night. What mat
ter if her true self came forth in an.
ger against me? What was /? 1t
was enough for my life, l said, to
look on her, such as she really was.
Bring her yet once, and tell her all
tell her how madly, hopelessly you
love her. She will forgive you at
least" said n voice within me. But |
heard it as the voice OF the tempter
and kept down the thought which
might have grown to the will.
CHAPTER NJ.
NEW PkPIL.
One day, exactly three weeks after
her last visit to my room, as | was
sitting with my three pupils in the
school room, Lady Alice entered, and
began to look on the book shelves as
if she wanted some volume. After
few moments she turned, and, ap-
preaching the table, said to me, in an
abrupt, yet hesitating way:
"Mr. Campbell, cannot spell. How
am l to learn"
l thought for a moment and replied:
Copy a passage every day, Lady AL
ice, from some favorite book. Then If
you will allow me, l shall be most
happy to point out any mistakes you
may have made"
'"Thatis you, Mr.. Campbell, | will;
but l am afraid you win desp,se me
when you find how badly 1 spell"
There is no fear of that" l replied
1T is a mere popularity. So long as
one can think we'll, spelling is alto
gether secondary"
''Thank you, I will try" she said,
and left the room.
Next day she brought me an old bal
lad, written tolerably, but in a school
girls hand. She had copied the an
tique spelling letter for letter.
''Thfs is quite correct" l said: "but
to copy such as this will not teach you
properly; for 1t is very old, and con-
seQuently old fashioned"
''Is It old? Don't we spell like that
now? You sec do not know anything
about it. You must set me a task.
then"
This I undertook with more pleas
ure than I dared 30 show. Every day
she brought me the appointed exercise
written with a steadily improving
hand. To my surprise l never fourd
a single error in the spelling. or
course, when advancing o step in the
process, l made her write from my
dictation, she did make blunders. bur
not so many as l had expected; and
she seldom repeated one after correc-
ton.
This new association gave me many
opportunities Of doing more fol her
than merely teaching her to speh We
talked about what she copied, and |
had to explain. l also told her about
the writer's. Soon she expressed Il de-
sire to know something about figures.
We commenced arithmetic. l propos-
ed geometry along with 1t and found
the latter especially fitted to her pow
ers. One by one we included several
other necessary branches, and ere long
| had four around the school room Ia
bic, equally my pupils. Whether the
attempts previously made to instruct
her had been insufficient or miSdirect-
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