Year: 1861

Miss Jellaby rose at six one beautiful
Autumn morning, and throwing open her
chamber windows, shifted once or twice
at the fragrance coming up from the roses
in the garden below. Then she hunted
moment for her spectacles upon the bu'
reau, and putting them on, looked eagerly
at Randall cottage over the way. A very
modest, pretty little house it was, with
roses and syringas growing under each
window, and woodbines and jassamines
climbing over the door but Mrs. Jellaby
was not admiring its beauty just then,
She looked up at front window, on the
second floor, and gave vicious snort.


As l expected! She amt up yet
ard here it is six o'clock And where
is he, wonder?'


Before she had time to answer the
question, as it was asked-mentally-the
front door of the cottage opened, and Miss
Jellaby, shrinking behind the curtain,
saw handsome man, sunburned man
come out and 60 down the garden walk,
with a cigar in his mouth. 1t was easy
to see by the slight roll in his walk, that
he was sailor, though for the matter of
that, his bearing, handsome features, and
frank hearty manner, would have told
the tale, if he had never stirred step.
With his hands in his pockets, he saun-
tered among the roses, bending down now
and then as if to say good morning to the
fairest, and always removing the cigar
from his lips when he did so.


He couldn't do no more if he were
speaking to woman said the spinster,
applying her eye to hole left purposely
| in the white curtain. The man is mad
about flowers, do believe, and she is a
touch beyond him, if such a thing can be.
Alb, there she comes-and dressed in blue
/ gingham, too. | wonder what her morn
ing gowns cost her through the year?
And her slippers, oh, mercy, there they
60 right through the wet, well, there-.'


Words failed the worthy spinster.
Meanwhile the owner of the slippers
and very pretty little affairs they we're
(bronzed-lac and rosetted with span
gle that shone like dew Drop tripped
down the walk, so lightly that the gen
tleman did not hear her step, and coming
upon him as he bent over bed of vio-
lets, gave him a push that sent him on
his face among them. To see her laugh
to see him blundcr up and chase her
through the alleys-to see him kiss her,
when he prisoned her at last in his strong
arms-and to see her pretend to box his
ears for it was sight for loving heart
to watch-but Miss Jellaby, over oppo-
site, nearly tainted away with horror
She rang her bell violently, and a square
faced, sour looking woman, who had lived
with her for years, made her appearance.
Susan


WELL said the amiable domestic,
briefly.


Before Miss Jellaby could speak, the
unconscious pair in the opposite garden
trangressed against propriety again.


Walking up and down in broad day
light, with his arms around her waist
just look at her Susanl Do you mean
to stand there and tell me that man is
only her brother?


i, Dear me, ma'am-how can tell ?
| only know that they look alike, and
that they have the same name, Helen and
Philip Graham. l was told So


'Humph 1t is my opinion that some
one ought to speak to Mr.. Fullerton


The minister? What for?'


Are you such fool, Susan, as not to
see what it all means. They are no
more brother and sister than you and /
are =


'Well, what are they then ?


THAT remains to be tod-the wretch
es ? But Mr.. Fullerton will soon set them
to rights. shall go and see him after
breakfast. l don't know what the poor
man would do without me-


Have some peace Isuppose,' muttered
Susan, under her breath as she followed
Miss Jellaby down to the parlor.


Breakfast being over, Miss Jellaby
sailed forth to the parsonage.


The good pastor looked up with a meek
sigh, as that lady entered his study.


The clergyman was quiet, peace low
ing man, somewhat timid withal, and the
spinster always overpowered him with
her arguments, when she attempted to dc
SO. She stayed nearly half an hour with
him and at the expiration of that time
people who were on the lookout saw her
conveying the unhappy parson in the di-
rection and, at last, through the very gate