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4 A Golden Heart.
BERTHA M. CLAY.



each other.
Then followed other peaceful years,
during which there was a constant ex-
change Of visits between the occupants
of Beaulieu and White Cliffe. Child as
she was, Dolores, with her delicate, re-
fined instinct did not quite like Lola.
The young French lady was very vain;
and there was nothing she delighted
in so much as comparing herself with
Dolores.
you English girls are all so fair
she would say, with contemptuons
shrug Of the shoulders. "You yourself,
little Dolores, are like a snowdrop-so
wlite. like plenty Of color, such as
/ have myself"
Then she would draw the golden
hair through her brown fingers and
laugh at the color and iineness.
They call this golden in England,
she would say. Il call it the color OF
straw"
II was the same with everything;
she would surpass Dolores where she
could-in music, in dancing, in sing
ing, in rlding-and those pursuits In
which she could not excel she abah-
doned at once. Dolores had the cor
rect eye OF an artist; sh8 could sketch
magnnccntIy, and painted we'll Lola
laughed at her cleyerness in these re-
spects.
.'lf you could be a painter like AIRY
Scheffer or Rosa Bonheur now! But
these attempts would never make
Them" she would cry, when Dolores
skin was admired
In music they were rivals. Dolores
had a sweet, clear, soprano voice, We'll
trained, true, and flexible; Lola
meodlous, low contralto. There was
no comparison, she was always telli-B
Dolores between the two. Dolores ha !
her own opinion but did not cart
enough about the matter to express it,
| Dolores had n dreamy poetical, artistic
nature, ideal and romantic. Lola was
practical worldly, and matter-of-fact.
Il wonder Lola would say, when
we grow up, which OF us Will be most
beautiful or most admired? Shall we
have many lovers, and which of Us
viii be married first? | should think
that shall; my style is SO much rarer
than yours All the girls in England
seem to have fair hair and blue eyes;
few are dark like ! am"
So It went on through the long
stretch of years The next great break
was when Lola de Ferras went to Ger
many to school, and fair, gentle Mrs.
Cliefden died, quietly and sweetIy, as
she had lived. she was greatly missed
and mourncd for by her daughter. No
one knew what the Squire felt; he
must have regretted her, for she had
been good wife to him. Her
death made Dolores mistress Of White
Clne. She was still very young, but
the Squire said she knew as much MS
most people, and she could complete
her education by reading with HIN.
A few years later Lola returned from
Germany; and then the real rivalry of
life began between the two girls, They
were both beautiful Dolores looked
like n study Of Grcu2e, Lola like n
picture by ValnsQue2 or Titan. Do
loros was the type of fair, English
lovclinoss, Lola of dark, luXuriant
beauty,
Dolores remembered their first meet
ing after SO many years AS Dolores
was fully occupied, Lola went over To
White Clilfc to see her She started
with surprise when she saw that three
Years had changed her from Il girl
into II most lovely, graceful, and
charming woman, She barely waited
to exchange greetings before she OK
pressed her opinion.
DOLORES" sho cried, you ave
grown up into something nk n
beauty! | never thought you could"
For which part of your speech shall
thank you?" laughed Dolores.
But Lola was contemplating her with
y critical eye.
you are-well, must say it--beau-
tirul, Your hair shines like gold and
your face Is like n flower. What lovely
eyes! Surely, Dolores, you and to-
gether ought to do something!"
In what way" asked Dolores.
I'VE ought to make the county fa-
nous, and bring the most eligible men
in England hither We ought to be al
; ways seen together: we should be on
cellcnt foils for each other"
You are still YOU old self. Lola"
laughed the English girl II have not
, thought Of such Things"
And | have Thought of little else.
We are not like other young ladies i'll
the Same position; there is no hope
j, that we shalt pass through the glorics
: of I0nd.u season My molaer viii
not hear OF Il season In town, and Il.
, Squire is Of the same way of thinking,
! ! should imagine, With regard to your
! sell"
! quite laughed nolores-"the very
mention of it makes him angry for u
+, week +"
Then we have not the same chance
. rs others have come home. tired OF
!, school utterly weary eff country life