Year: 1873

to Rivermouth artist. If the negative turns out we'll, am to have g copy. So our ends will be accomplished without crime. I wish, though could send you you the ivorytype in the Drawing-room; it is cleverly colored, and would give you an idea of her hair and eyes, which of course the other will not.

 No, Jack, the spray of mignonette did not come from me. A man of twenty eight doesn't. enclose flowers in his letters to another man. But don't attach too much significance to the circumstance. She gives sprays of mignonette to the rec tor, sprays to the lieutenant. She has even given rose from her bosom to your slave. It is jocund nature to scatter flow CTS, like Spring.

 If my letters sometimes read disioint- edly, yon must understand that never finish one at sitting, but write at inter- vals, when the mood is on me.

 The mood Is not on me now.

 EdUard Delaney to John Fgemnaing.

 August g, -

 I have just returned from the strangest interview with Maiorie. She has all but confessed to ne her interest in you. But with what modesty and dignity! Her words elude my pen as attempt to put them on paper and, indeed, it was not so much what she said as her manner and that cannot reproduce. Perhaps it was of piece with the strangeness of this whole business, that she shonld tacitly acknowledge to third party the love she feels for man she has never beheld But have lost, through your aid, the faculty of being surprised. 1 accept things as people do in dreams. Now that am again in my room, it all appears like an illusion,-th black masses of shad- ow under the trees, the fire-fies whirling in Pyrrhic dances among the shrubbery, the sea over there, Marjorie sitting on the hammock

 It is past midnight, and am too sleepy to write more.

 Tuesday Morning. My father has sud- denly taken it into his head to spend a few days at the Shoals. In the mean while you will not hear from me. I see Marjorie walking in the garden with the colonel. wish I could speak to her alone, but shall probably not have an op- portunity before we leave.

 Ed,rard Delaney to John Fzenanaing.

 August 28, -.

 You were passing into your second chilhood, were you? Yourintellectwas so reduced that my epistolary gifts seemed quite considerable to you, did they? rise superior to the sarcasm i'll your favor of the 11th instant, when I notice that five days silence on my part is sufficient to throw you into the depths of despon- dency.

 We returned only this morning from Appledore, that enchanted island,-at four dollars per day. I find on my desk three letters from you ! Evidently there is no lingering doubt in yOur mind as to the pleasure derive from your cores pondence. These letters are undated, but in what take to be the latest are two passages that require my considera- tion. You will pardon my candor, dear Flemming, but the conviction forces itself upon me that as your leg grows stronger yonr head becomes weaker. You ask my advice on a certain point. I will give it. In my opinion you could do nothing more unwise than to address a note to Miss Daw, thanking her for the flower It would, am sure, offend her delicacy be- yond pradon. She knows you only through me you are to her an abstraction, d HI s uACdAO1 OAC0A4 A4OA "AEASA the slightest shock would awaken her. Of course, if you enclose a note to me and insist on it's delivery, shall deliver it but advise you not to do SO.

 You say you are able, with the aid of cane, to walk about your chamber. and that you purpose to come to The Pines the instant Dillon thinks you strong enough to stand the journey. Again l advise you not to. Do you not see that every hour you remain away, Marjorie's glam- our deepens and your influence over her increases? You will ruin everything by precipitancy. Wait until you are entirely recovered in any case, do not come with out giving me warning, fear the effect of your abrupt advent hereunder the circumstances.

 Miss Daw was evidently glad to see us back again, and gave me both hands in the frankest way. She stopped at the door moment, this afternoon, in the carriage she had been over to Rivermouth for her pictures. Unluckily the photographer had split some acid on the plate, and she was obliged to give him another sitting. I have an impression that something is troubling Marjorie. She had an abstract ed air not usual with her. However, it may be only my fancy. I end this, leaving several things unsaid, to accom- pany my father on one of those long walks which are now his chief medicine, e,-and mine