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• Really! I did not know that pleasure. Shaine was an old and my coming or not coming was of a dear friend, a man she looked so much interest to your friends.' upon as a brother, or more, always

* You must not think so badly in a brotherly direction. She had of us as all that; I assure you we a considerable curiosity to see have thought a great deal about the inside of sacred Club your coming.'

Chambers, and had been accom*How very kind of you.'

panied thither by her own par'We thought you might have ticular friend Relf; and yet the found that you had some engage

instant the faces assembled there ment, for of course this little affair to welcome her were seen, she to-night is nothing: I could not chilled, and froze, and thrust back expect you to give up anything all her warm, kind woman's heart, else for it.'

stifled her pleasant thoughts, and "Oh! how stupid you are! Of masked herself with that she hated, course I came because I had and yet could not tear aside. promised; besides, I was obliged 'How nice it is that you are able to see Jack off.' Then she went to afford such beautiful things,' round the room, shaking hands she was saying, with her eyes still in silence, or with the faintest fixed upon the diamonds. attempts at 'How do you do?' * Ah! it is my hobby-my little upon her lips.

extravagance; and when the ladies Relf had joined Jansen on the admire, am I not repaid ?' hearth-rug: Jack Gawton was in • They must be very valuable, side, superintending his packing. they are so large, and seem so clear

"How do you do, Mr. Jansen ?' and bright; you are rich to buy said Mrs. Gawton, holding out her such ornaments.' hand as the little man smirked 'Ah, no; not rich, as you and bowed. 'I'm quite tired of English people are; but I spend a shaking hands; yours must really little; and then I have no wife, no be the last. What glorious dia children; only these rooms, and monds !' And she bent her head to George to wait; it is not much.' look at them, till her dark hair 'Yet you are rich !' she went on, seemed to touch their owner's face. without heeding him, more as if

The others had gathered a little speaking to herself than answering apart, and were watching her in his apologies. It is pleasant to silence. From the time she had be so, and to do good; to be entered, no one had spoken but generous to oneself and to others; herself and Arthur Shaine. It was is it not ? Her thoughts were as if a sudden chill had fallen on back again in the brougham, all there and frozen them—some musing on the words Relf had strange spell that tangled its web spoken. about their tongues and left them "Ah, yes! to be generous is a speechless.

fino luxury, for you good ladies,' And yet Adelaide Gawton came stammered the little man, growing with no such thoughts towards uncomfortable in his ignorance of them; her greatest enemy could what she was driving at; 'but it not have more annoyed her than is our friend here, Arthur, who is to have prevented her from form generous and good; you must ing one of the party at Arthur speak to him of that, and ask him Shaine's. For the past week she to tell you how it is done; how had looked forward to it, and had eren now he was late to pay his spoken of it with anticipation of compliments to the dear ladies

who honoured him, for the sake of centre of the gathering, flushed the little beggar that he was good up scarlet, and rose to defend herto.'

self. She turned to Arthur with a 'I'm sure, Adelaide, you need smile.

not be so cross; if you don't like • We know who the good Fairy me to speak to Jack, why don't is, that walks the streets with you say so ? And she turned away pockets full of shillings-the Fairy to her sister, half frightened at in a frock-coat.' And she raised the sound of her own angry voice. her eyes, and laughed so gaily that Come, Ada,'chimed in Gawton, the rest joined in, and banished 'there's no great harm done; the ice to the cellars in a moment. Bella's jokes are so very mild.' 'Now tell me who this new found And he came across the room and ling is.'

sat beside his wife, making an Only a child I spoke to; a attempt to place his arm round little child; nothing to make so her waist. But she held him away, many words about.'

and turned aside, and would none Yet she was not to be put off, of his peace-making. but persisted in her questions till Very mild, I should imagine, she fairly sat him down upon the but they seem to amuse you. You sofa, and was soon lost in listening might as well have spoken to me, to his story.

I think, before you began making What a good temper she is in love to Bella. Oh, don't deny it; to-night! whispered Bella to her I'm used to it now; it's not the sister. 'I was afraid we were in first time!' And she shut her for a scene at first.'

lips, and looked as cold and unforRelf, who had gone into the giving as could be. next room, now returned with Well, Ada, if you will take it Jack Gawton, whom he had un so you must, though I really don't earthed from his packing.

see what there is to complain of. Jack Gawton was in a good You don't object to my speaking humour; no wonderful thing for to Bella, surely ?' him, but still in a humour that was 'Oh, dear, no; I don't object!' noticeable as more than usually ‘But, Adagood. Perhaps the thoughts of his There, that is enough ; don't continental trip might have had make a scene before these people, something to do with it, or the few whispered words with Mrs. * But I'm not making a scene, Stanley; any way, he was in capital persisted Jack, growing red, and spirits.

ever so little angry. • What's the matter with you, "You are, I tell you; but it Jack ? called out his wife de is always so with you: any fresh murely, as he was laughing at face, and you are off to it at some words of Bella Lestrange. once.'

Nothing particular, Ada; only "But Bella's face is not fresh a little joke that Bella made.' to me.' * And are Bella's jokes too pro

* We have said quite enough found for us poor outsiders ?—may about it! Look how the people are we not enjoy them also ?' She staring! I won't have a scene spoke in a cold, biting tone that made.' And she got up and walked was meant to hurt, and did. across to the window, and looked Bella, thus finding herself the out vacantly into the fog.

(To be continued.)



I , ,

And I guessed thou wast marred ;
Could'st thou not for a season have tarried,

Ere thy freedom was barred ?
I was poor, I was thwarted by distance-

Out of sight, out of mind ;
There was no one to offer assistance

To the deaf and the blind.
For I heard not, I saw not misfortune,

I was voiceless and far;
Did I know, should I care to importune

So fallen a star?
Yet perchance had I dreamed of disaster,

I had spared not to speak;
I had flown to thy rescuing faster,

To print shame on thy cheek.
Dost forget all the vows that we plighted,

And the ring that we broke ;
That thou among women hast blighted

The sweet life love awoke?
Dost remember the hours that we wandered

With hand clasped in hand,
And the fears for our future we pondered,

In the dusk of the land ?
O the kisses, the sighs, the embraces,

With the tears that would start!
Have they left not a touch of their traces

In the hush of thy heart?
Hast thou gone into gloom of forgetting,

In the lapse of thy course?
Hast thou past beyond pangs of regretting,

Beyond reach of remorse?
In the past, or the future, or present,

Is thy haven of light?
Is the harvest about thee so pleasant,

That thou reapest delight?
And the churl that thy beauty has brightened,

In his parish and school-
Though the load on thy soul is not lightened-

Is he knave or a fool?
I am told he is rich and a rector,

Fond of pigs and of port;
And there's use in a saintly protector,

Up in heaven or at court.
After dinner, they say, he gets fuddled,

And he needs to be fanned ;
While his tithings and wenches are muddled,

With the sermon on hand.

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Then he dreams in his crapulous slumber,

What the beast in him must;
Prates of sins without name, without number,

Mixes learning and lust.
Then he wakes with the clatter of glasses,

And a sound like a curse ;
Chucks his maid on the chin as she passes,

And jingles his purse.
But he seems, in the pulpit, so sober,

So devoted and sound;
And as mellow as pears in October,

When just frosted and browned.
Never mind, if he's ugly and narrow,

Or as old as thy sire;
Let him sport with his hoe and his barrow,

With his pigs in their mire.
O my love, I am jealous and bitter,

For the fate thou hast met ;
For I hoped, like a fool, I was fitter-

O my playmate, my pet !
Thou hast left me so soon without warning,

That it's all like a dream-
Like a nightmare that comes before morning,

In the gloom and the gleam.
Yesterday we were friends, we were lovers,
Yet to-day but the dawning discovers

The delusions of night.
And the morrow-I muse on the morrow

With an awe and a grief ;
Will it heap on us sufferings and sorrow,

Will it bring us relief?
O the visions that rise and confound me,

When for solace I burn !
O the troubles that chafe and surround me,

Wheresoever I turn !
And thou-is there peace in thy bosom,

Is there light in those eyes?
Has thy life not gone out in its blossom,

And the sun in thy skies?
Will a child ever call thee its mother,

And climb to thy knee?
Will its fondlings and foolishness smother

All the yearnings to be?
Ah, the firelight will ficker and show thee

Fair tresses that shine ;
Dim features will waver and throw thee

Their endearments divine.
In thy chamber no blessing to nestle

To the warmth of thy breast;
On thy pillow no darling to wrestle,

And to sweeten thy rest.

In the day a mute hunger and raving

For the lips and the hands;
In the night but a pitiless craving

For the childish demands.
Thou wiit hear but thy husband's dull tattle,

As he chokes with his bile ;
But no infantine lisping or prattle,

To provoke thee to smile.
When the babe of thy friend chides its mother,

Will it sting thee at last?
Wilt thou wish that thy fortune were other

Than the fortune thou hast ?
Yet thou lackest no purchase of money,

At the beck of thy hand ;
Thou hast stores of the milk and the honey,

Of the fat of the land.
For his animal eye in thy satins

Finds a luxury cold ;
And he swells to survey thee at Matins,

In his purple and gold.
Is the title of wife such a treasure,

If the truth is not there?
Wilt thou find in his thoughts any pleasure

That thou ever canst share ?
Is it home where the household is saddened

By the plaint of thy dove;
Where the hall and the stairs are not gladdened

With the laughter of love?
In the darkness and silence I wonder,

When thy dreams are at strife,
Wilt thou deem it a sin, or a blunder,

To have blasted thy life?
And in vain any hopes dost thou cherish,

Where the promise is not ;
They will dazzle thy sight but to perish,

They will ripen to rot.
O I know how the shadows will thicken,

And thy bosom will quake ;
Thou wilt cryf or a rapture to quicker,

For a presence to wake.
Though thy sobs and entreaties were double,

Yet the storm would be still ;
Shall God and His thunders have trouble

To come down at thy will ?
At each step thou wilt tremble and hearken

For the foot that has fled ;
And thy eyes in their anguish will darken,

As the eyes of the dead.
And for me-but I cannot uncover

Half the wounds of my heart;
It were idle to plead as a lover,

When a stranger's thou art.

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