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to my lady. If you find that the cap
tain has no interest in your death,
has nothing to gain by it, | will own
that am too suspicious, and misjudge
him; but, if you find that it is as
suspect-that he will gain by your
death-then I say to you, Miss Angela,
beware!"
"You frighten me, nurse!" said the
girl. II could not think so badly OF
the captain. He may have married
my mother for her money, but it does
not follow that he could be guilty of
so black crime as you impute to
him.
Speak to my lady. Miss Angela, +"
repeated the nurse ASK her boldly
what will become of the property at
your death cannot help thinking her
answer will solve the mystery"
But Angela would not be convinced
would not admit the horrible suspi-
cion even to herself. She thought Of
it for some time, and tried to Danish
it; but the earnest tone and manner
of the old nurse haunted her, and she
could not overcome a slight fear
which also troubled her.
A time came when Angela found
her mother alone, and she determined
to ask her the question that Jane
Felspar had suggested.
CHAPTER xxx.
Lady Laura Wynyard walked one
morning into the grounds in search
of primroses, she being very fond Of
the pretty. simple flower; and Angela,
thinking it good opportunity to clear
up the old nurses suspicious, followed
her.
81 will go with you" mamma, she
said II have quick eye for prim-
roses; [ can always find them; no
matter where they hide themselves.
But do you think you could walk as
far as the woods? There they are a
picture to see-primroses every
where."
So chatting pleasantly on the beauty
of the spring morning, the fresh tints
of the fair spring flowers, the merry
song of the birds, the tender green of
the young grass, and the opening buds,
mother and daughter wandered on to-
gether.
Mamma" said Angela, edo you re-
member those beautiful lines of
Browning's called Home Thoughts
from Abroad?" / will repeat them to
you" And, in her clear, sweet voice,
Angela began:
"'Oh, to be in England,
Now that ApriPs there!
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brush
wood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny
leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the
orchard-bough
In England-nOw.
And after April, when May follows,
And the white-throat builds, and all
the swallows
Hark. where my blossomed pear-tree
in the hedge
Leans to the field, and scatters on the
clover
Blossoms and dew-drops at the bent
sprays edge!
That's the wise thrush. He sings
each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could
recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
And, though the fields look rough
with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes
anew
The buttercups, the little children's
dover,
Far brighter than this gaudy melon
flower
Is not that beautiful, mammal" asked
Angela. IF l had been given my
choice of all the great giftsrbestowed
by Heaven upon mortals, l should
have chosen to be a poet
you have poets soul, Angela"
said her mother.
II can appreciate, but l cannot
originate" remarked Angela. THAT
has pleased you mamma" she added,
abruptly; your eyes look brighter"
And for the time being the girl for
got the horrible doubt and fear that
haunted her-forgot why she had
sought her mother forgot everything
except the sweet. fair beauty of the
April day.
81 met with a charming little poem
the other day" she continued. 'You
shall hear that, too, mamma. 1t is by
Leigh Hunt, one of your favorite writ
ers, and nothing more sweet or simple
was ever written. Listen. 1t is called
Lilies;
We are lilies fair,
Flower of virgin light,
Nature held us forth, and said,
10, my thoughts of white!"
Ever since, angels
Hold us in their hand,
You may see them where they take
In pictures their sweet stand
Like the gardens angels