Year: 1878

enough to think of besides sickness and
poverty.


Meantime, Rose Paulier went down.
stairs, and was about going homeward,
as she had been hidden but the place
was too attractive, and home too repel-
ling. Beside, she wanted to see what
was going on, and what wedding was
like. Nobody was looking so she crossed
the yerd second time, and climbed up
into the arbor in the cherry-tree. There
she was concealed from all below, but
through the fowery branches had
good view of the garden-walk and
through the open windows into the par
lor. Presently the company began to
arrive, not many in number, but exceed
ingly stylish. First, the DOCTORS moth
er and brother, in their carriage - the
lady with yard of silk trailing behind
her, and q real Indian shawl dropping
from her shoulders. Then another and
finally the minister-an awful person.
age, in white necktie.


From her post of observation, Rose
saw the group settle themselves about
the parlor, and saw the white-robed
bride enter on the doctors arm, saw
the awful minister stand before them a
few minutes, saw them join hands, saw
the kissing and hand-shaking after, the
presenting and eating and slipping of
cake and wine. Finally, she saw the
company depart, and after them the
newly married couple, all the little
household following the latter to the
carriage, and gazing after them as long
as they were visible.


I" A very pretty wedding" everybody
pronounced it, and everybody was quite
right.


When Mrs. Wilson and Miss Wilson
and one of the young ladies who was to
spend the remainder of the day with
them, and the hired girl and her as
sistant procured for the occasion, had
all gone to the house again, Rose came
down out of the tree and went towards
the garden-gate. She felt little dizzy,
and, though perfectly familiar with the
roads, seemed to have forgotten which
way to go.


From the parlor-window Master Chas.
Wilson saw the child leave the yard and
glancing about to be sure that he was
not observed, he went out and followed
her. He couldn't have told why, but
this little pauper always drew him as
loadstone draws.


He followed her, led by an irresistible
attraction. The boy was romantic and
imaginative. Perhaps he knew that the
slender little creature who hesitated and
followed along before him was shaped
like an ideal form. May be he could
perceive some beauty in the exquisite
bare feet, in the low, smo 9th brow, be-
meath those glorious eyes shining so ra-
diantly, in the small, red mouth, in the
shy, sweet, earnest ways which had
touch of that premature fascination
which is often called natural coquetry.
He had often seen this little girl, all the
people about knew her, and though
pride had prevented his speaking to her
it had not prevented his being bewitch-
ed by her.


How queerly she acts /" he thought,
seeing her stop and reel about. He had
not known of the scene upstairs.


Even while he spoke, she stopped
short, and, putting her hands up to her
head, gave faint cry.


What is the matter Are you sick p
asked the boy, running to her.


She clung wildly to his hand, and
leaned her burning face against it.


"Oh, yes; my head goes round and
round" she cried.


He attempted to lead her, but she could
not walk; and, after few minutes, he
bravely took her up in his arms, and,
with her face nestled into his neck, car
ried her down the hill. At the foot of
the hill the broad road made turn to
the right, but narrow one led to the
left, and into that the boy walked with
his moaning burden. There were woods
at both sides for few rods, then they
opened at the right, and there stood a
large brick house, with plain grass
plat in front, and q wooden rail-fence
next the road, the bare, bleak look of
everything offering a striking contrast
to the charmingly adorned residences all
about, of which they had occasional
glimpses through the trees.
] Pushing open the gate with his foot,