Year: 1875

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on his coat" can't NEEDLE in such O
case, he'd just think that THAT is you
know he would just get mad and il
would be all the worse for him poor
fellow" ..l ..r


But you have meddled, you have
talked to me and you must talk to hin,
to make it even, who cares what he
thinks"


After this last clause had escaped
her lips, she seemed to see in it be
trayal OF hor feeling that she had mol
intended, and to make tue matter
worse, blushed violently and retired in
confusion. She did not care what
Arthur thought, but. Victor might NOT
like to have any one even imagine that
he was in love with herself. Thus dur.
ing the whole afternoon she kept tell
ingit over and over to herself, proving
what fool she had been, and hazard
ing much, had lost more than she ex-
pected. ...


As for Victor, he walked away with
the superior air Of man who has just
seen orimagined-and its all one with a
man-that somo one is in love with his.


When Arthur Thomas rose from read
ing the article upon Arctic exploration,
it was already growing quite dark.
But his mind was so filled with q
great dream of the future, and of adven-
lures never attempted before by any
human being, in word hitherto entir-
ly unknown, that he hardly knew the
darkness from daylight. He had the
plan already quite clearly defined in his
own mind, OF discovering the inside of
the Earth. "In our primary geogra-
phies," he repeated to himself as he
walked toward his room, mechanically,
"we were told that we live on the out
side of the earth, not on the inside.
And why were we thus carefully instruct
ed? Because, naturally, the mind of
every child turns toward the inside of
everything. And the child is right.
There is an inside to this earth, as we'll
as ON outside. We live on the outside,
too true! And alas! poor Humanity has
not yet sufficiently out-grown his child,
hood to have discovered the inside.
Where is the openinge 1t might be in
unexplored Africa, but there, there are
no indications, while here for thousands
of years the sun has been shining
through this hollow old world of ours
from pole to pole, and men have seen
the reflected light and called it Aurora
Borealis, and were never able to ex-
plain it in the least; and the wild duck
has been flying in and out with every
turn of the seasons and men have taken
it as an indicating an open Polar sea.
They viii lind it an open sea 10 new
sense; before many years it will be the
open gate into new world, and this
gate will I OPEN" a


AS he said this, he swang open the
gate of neat white fence that was be-
tween the street and pretty little cot
tage. 1t was the house where Miss
Gushing boarded. He had gone there
mechanically, forgetting his dinner and
studies and everything. He had found
his way somehow to the house where he
most desired to be. And yet it came
over him as cold flood; to discover a
new world would be to leave the present
world behind! And as he thought Of
this, he saw figure on the walk COM
ing to the gate. There was no mistak-
ing that walk it was she. How often
does the finger of destiny counteract all
our plans!


Annabel had hurried through her
supper, and was leaving the house to
escape him, he stood directly in the
gateway and she ran straight into his
arms.


ITO be ccntinued.I