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9 Thorns and Orange Blossoms.
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Z ROMANCE OF A YOUNG GIRL.
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CHAPTER |.

! 'June's palace paved with gold, ="
quoted Lord RIVERS, as he looked down
a long woodland glade, where shafts
Of golden light pierced the thick foli-
age of the stately trees, and lay with
the dancing shadows on the grass. 1T
is indeed paved with gold, he added.
What colors Of mine, what colors
mixed by mortal hand, could copy the
tender green of the young grass, the
lovely tints of the trees, the golden
CLEAN of the SUM-"
Randolph. Lord RIVERS patrician by
birth, and master of half dozen fair
estates, but an artist by nature, de-
lighted in freeing himself from the
trammels of society, and taking an ar
! tistic tour, without valet or servant,
without any Of what he called the in
cumbrances of rank. Having heard
one day that no shire in England was
| so well wooded as Warwickshire, that
| for the beauty of its rivers, its shaded
walks and drives, the county of Earl
Guy" had no equal, he was not happy
until he had told his mother, Lady
| RIVERS, that he was going on sketch
| ing tour, and had left the great city
behind him.
He had seen the loveliest spots in
Warwickshire; he had visited the
grand old castle; he had studied the
| loneliness of Stoneleigh Abbey and OF
Guys Cliff; he had revelled in the
grand ruins of Kenilworth; he had ad-
mired the green woods, the trimming
rivers, the deep, clear meres; and at
last he had reached the picturesque vii
lage of st. Bynos, where the quiet, pas
toral lovelness for which the county
is famous is seen to perfection.
Every artist knows st. Byno's. 1t
is a sleepy village, with a placid stream
running through it, and deep, green
woods surrounding it on every side;
! it's cottages are half hidden by noble
chestnut trees with green fields around
them, where the cattle stand lazily
knee-deep in the GEAR pools.
There the young artist had tarried.
He was delighted with St Byno's, with
the magniticence Of its trees, the
beauty of its streams. On this partic-
ular morning, the second OF June, he
had gone to sketch in the woods. He
placed his easel at the opening OF a
glade. and the first words that came
to his lips were-'June's palace paved
with gold!" Lover OF art, Of nature,
of beauty as he was, he stood silent be-
fore the glorious contrast of sunlight
and shadow, the ripple Of green foliage
inged with gold, which met his eyes.
Suddenly, as he watched the light
that cleaned ,quivered, and fell in
golden glory, he caught sight of pale
blue dress between the trees. He took
up the brushes and worked for a few
minutes; then, on looking up he was
astonished to find two beautiful eyes
fixed on him, and a sweet voice said
lis that a real picture? May l look
at it?"
1T can hardly be called a picture
yet, he answered, raising his hat cour-
teously; 1T is but the commencement
Of one find l can not paint the sun
light as it falls yonder.
MAY look at it more closely?' she
asked.
He moved aside, and, placing her
self before the easel, she glanced at
the still wet oolors.
mo" she said, you have not
caught the sunlight
As he gazed at her, standing in the
bright June sunshine, Randolph, Lord
RIVERS. met his fate He turned his
eyes with difficulty from the fair young
face
She was a tall, slender girl, with
1.-the. graceful figure, golden hair and
a face more beautiful than words can
tell-fair and dainty, Of the most del
icate type Of loneliness with broad,
low brow and eyes of clearest darkest
violet. that were almost black under
the dark fringed lashes, The little
white hands were ungloyed, the white
hat had for all ornament a bunch OF
corn-nowers, the dress was Of plainest
material. yet he could have knelt at
her feet and paid her homage, as to
queen.
NO" she repeated. you have not
caught the sunlight. Your light is too
opaque-it wants transparency. II is
yellow, and the sunlight is a faint am
Der"
Thanks for your criticism, said he.
You are very welcome" she replied
and the bewitchlng violet eyes looked
| frankly into his. Many artists come
here 10 sketch and paint the river and
woods. but none Of them catch the true
color Of the sunlight"
you are severe critic" said the
young artist,
Il have not the least idea Of crit
llisu." she repied-"I know nothing
Of art terms. but ! can tell when ma
ture is t~uthfully initiated and when It
is not. The chief character Of the sun
light Is its transparency
The young artist bowed.
II should like to ask you for few
! f,ssSps he said. and her musical