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publish, through Hurd and Houghton, New York ; The The country is beginning to be conscious of a past. Riverside Press, Cambridge, Number Six of the Journal Vanifest Destiny, which was the pass-word to future great- of Social Science. Besides the address of George William ness, is not often spoken now, and the insistence upon the Curtis, the President of the Association, given at the remportant fact that the nation's one hundredth birthday is cent meeting in New York, it will contain various papers pproaching, indicates somewhat the growing disposition read at that meeting, which have been revised for publiof the people to recognize existing conditions not only as cation. Among these are Financial Administration, by prophetic, but as connected with historic facts. Every one Gamaliel Bradford ; Ocean Laws for Steamships, by Prof. s aware of the line which the civil war has drawn across Benjamin Pierce; the Farmers' Movement in the Western he historic page. The events preceding it are removed | States, by Willard C. Flagg ; Rational Principles of Taxnto historic perspective, and the cares and problems of the ation, by David A. Wells ; The Reformation of Prisoners, vresent serve to make that older period of national history by Z. R. Brockway; The Deaf Mute College at Washingrateful to the tired mind.

ton, by E. M. Gallaudet. The number will be uniform in Consider the monuments and statues that are constantly style with previous issues by the Association, and sold at ledicated and unveiled. They honor heroes of every | the price of one dollar. eriod of national life. The gathering in the national - It is good news for Harvard that Prof. James Russell lalls of historic statues, albeit art has sometimes to look Lowell, coming home with his English laurels, is to resume he other way, is another expression of this consciousness | his connection with the University, although the exact f a past. The great Memorial Hall at Cambridge, where

limits of his teaching do not appear as yet to be very he ideas of sacrifice and holy purpose keep guard over well defined. It is simply announced that his class work he lives of students, is a noble testimony to the sense of

will not be routine work. ratitude toward the nation's defenders, which has become moving force in American life. The services of Memo

- The new copyright law, as we understand it, makes ial Day, with all the admixture of baser elements, are yet

it unnecessary to employ the formula on the back of the he incense of national homage. Men talk, sometimes, as

title-page of each book which has hitherto been used. { it were the part of all good patriots to forget the war

Instead of declaring in full that this book was “ Entered or the Union, and only let the right hand remember its

according to Act of Congress in the year 1874 by — in unning; but it is a shallow conceit which would ask any

the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington," it art of the country to bury out of sight the symbols, not

is now sufficient for the owner of the copyright simply to f hate, but of consecration.

state the fact thus : “ Copyright, 1874, by — .” We had The histories which begin to find their way into our lit

already got rid of the cumbrous formula which used to look rature, mark the same growth of national life. Distinct

as if a Thanksgiving proclamation were read upon the pochs come forth more clearly, and proportion is easier

publication of each book, and this further simplification liscovered. We begin to turn to the histories of our own

will be gratefully received. It will help good looks more ountry with relish. With all our increase of travel and

on pictures than in books, but in books it will give a more emiliarity with the Old World, begetting a wider survey,

tidy appearance. Since there is only one place in the -od easing us of the old Little Pedlington way of regard

country where copyrights are entered now, it is obviously og our own country and life, there has grown to be a

unnecessary to state the place in the formula. The gradlearer conception of the difference between our estate

ual elimination reminds one of the story of Franklin and und that of transatlantic people, and a stronger desire

the bootmaker who presented an elaborate sign for Franktrace the causes of our own condition. There is a

lin's criticism, on which his name and occupation were rish to have a rational explanation of our life, by which

stated minutely. Franklin criticised everything off the He may see how we have come to be what we are. The

sign save the man's name and the picture of a boot. The Fery knowledge of foreign history tends to make us value

copyright act is further amended by requiring a fee of one ur own, and seek for the common springs from which both

dollar for recording, instead of two fees, as now, of fity Eow. It certainly is much when the facts upon which we

cents each, for recording and giving a copy of record. round our philosophy of history may be sought more fre

The act goes into effect August 1st. Such changes as cuently in our own experience.

have been made, seem merely to make more exact what With the growing interest in our own past, we shall, by

was loosely stated in the act. Fegrees, awake to a sense of the value of the material - There is to be a convention of Publishers and Book=hich lies in it for literature. It is possible, to-day, to sellers at Put-in-Bay, the last of this month, to discuss make a considerable collection of literary productions which various matters of common interest : among others the rates we their existence to some fact in our history; the culture of discount, and questions springing out of the relation which deals with them bas sometimes a foreign tang to it, I held by the publisher to the retailer and to the customer. and the facts themselves thus get treated not always in a We should like to believe that the convention would meet arge, human way, but in the conventional way of a foreign / squarely the question of English books and American ones,


but we have no expectation that this matter will receive following : About three dozen knives, forks, and spoon any attention. Will some of the members be good enough all the butcher knives, three in number, a large carving to rise and explain what has become of the juvenile book knife, fork, and steel ; several large plugs of tobacco; the trade of the country ?

outside casing of a silver watch was disposed of in – The question of discounts to persons not in the trade part of the pile, the glass of the same watch in another will probably excite as much disturbance as anything. A | and the works in still another; an old purse contain: humorous book-publisher of New York has sent to the some silver, matches and tobacco; nearly all the small Publishers' Weekly a satirical advertisement, announcing | tools from the tool closets, among them several larg that having made no small gains out of his business, he is augers. Altogether, it was a very curious mixture now prepared to show his gratitude by hereafter selling all different articles, all of which must have been transporte books at prime cost, and invites orders from the following some distance, as they were originally stored in different classes, whom the judicious reader, if not himself among

parts of the house. them, will discover constitute those who usually demand “The ingenuity and skill displayed in the constructis a discount from the trade:

of this nest and the curious taste for articles of iron, mar Public and private libraries.

of them heavy, for component parts, struck me with so Sunday-schools, day schools, etc., etc.

prise. The articles of value were I think stolen from the Teachers, religious and secular.

men who had broken into the house for temporary love Professional men and women.

ing. I have preserved a sketch of this iron-clad nest Descendants of all those once engaged in the book busi- | which I think unique in natural history.

- In this heated spell our readers may thank us fie Friends and relatives of any bookseller, or booksellers’ | producing a counter irritation by setting before them perd clerks, living or dead.

haps the most elaborate of the various ingenious bard Landlords of all premises now or once occupied by sentences which have been the cause of so much mortibooksellers.

fication in country boarding-houses. It is taken from tis Theological and all other students.

Newark Advertiser, and should be written down from Boys now in school who may go to college hereafter. dictation. The usefulness of this little task in vacation

All persons who sing in the choirs of churches, for will be readily seen by all whose children find time hange nothing.

ing heavily. Emigrants from foreign lands.

“ The most skilful gauger I ever knew was a maligoed Strangers visiting the city on business or pleasure. cobbler, armed with a poniard, who drove a pedler's Ship captains going on long voyages.

wagon, using a mullein-stalk as an instrument of coercion, And to all other persons except Indians not taxed. to tyrannize over his pony shod with calks. He was a

- The managers of the Centennial Exhibition in Phil. Galilean Sadducee, and he had a phthisicky catarrh, adelphia have cut down the estimate for buildings to a

diphtheria, and the bilious intermittent erysipelas. A sum nearly covered by subscriptions. Six millions was the

certain sibyl, with the sobriquet of Gypsy,' went into first estimate, but by a severe process of shrinkage the

ecstasies of cachinnation at seeing him measure a bushel amount now regarded as necessary bas been made only a l of peas, and separate saccharine tomatoes from a heap of little over two millions. The Philadelphia managers will | peeled potatoes, without dyeing or singeing the ignitible deserve well of the country if the exhibition is made the queue which he wore, or becoming paralyzed with a hem. exponent of honesty in work, and economy in management.

orrhage. Lifting her eyes to the ceiling of the cupola of It has, at times, looked very much as if we were to cele. | the Capitol to conceal her unparalleled embarrassment, brate our hundredth anniversary by showing what a sham

making a rough courtesy, and not harassing him with and share we could produce.

mystifying, rarefying, and stupefying innuendoes, she gave - Professor Silliman publishes, in the July number of

him a conch, a bouquet of lilies, mignonnette, and fuchsias, the American Journal of Science and Art, an interesting ex

a treatise on mnemonics, a copy of the Apocrypha in tract from a private letter to himself on the habits of the

hieroglyphics, daguerreotypes of Mendelssohn and KoeCalifornia wood-rat, which seem to be very thievish habits

ciusko, a kaleidoscope, a dram-phial of ipecacuanha, a teaindeed. The writer was partial owner of some property

spoonful of naphtha, for deleble purposes, a ferrule, & on the Oregon coast, containing a saw-mill which had

clarionet, some licorice, a surcingle, a carnelian of syme never been in operation. There was a dwelling-house

metrical proportions, a chronometer with a movable for the hands, in which, on work being discontinued were

balance-wheel, a box of dominoes, and a catechism. The stored a quantity of stuff, tools, packing for the engine,

gauger, who was also a trafficking rectifier and a parishsix or seven kegs of large spikes; in the closets, knives,

ioner of mine, preferring a woollen surtout (bis choice was forks, spoons, etc. A large cooking stove was left in one

referable to a vacillating occasionally-occurring idiosyn. of the rooms.

crasy), wofully uttered this apothegm: Life is chequered ; “ This house,” he says, “was left uninhabited for two

but schism, apostasy, here y, and villany shall be punyears, and, being at some distance from the little settle

ished.' The sibyl apologizingly answered: • There is a ment it was frequently broken into by tramps who sought

ratable and allegeable difference between a conferrable a shelter for the night. When I entered this house I was

ellipsis and a trisyllabic diæresis.' We replied in trochees, astonished to see an immense rat's nest on the empty

not impugning her suspicion." stove. On examining this nest, which was about five feet - Mr. Thomas R. Gould, the sculptor, who had previin height, and occupied the whole top of the stove (a ously given us a statue of the West Wind, has now comlarge range), I found the outside to be composed entirely pleted a medallion, if we understand the description, rep. of spikes, all laid with symmetry so as to present the resenting the Ghost in Hamlet. The treatment of this points of the nails outward. In the centre of this mass subject by a sculptor will at once suggest to many mind was the nest, composed of finely divided fibres of the how much broader the range of a sculptor is, than appears hemp packing. Interlaced with the spikes, we found the at first sight.



ol. II.]


[No. 5.

graver. “You should not have done said Rose, “the only one thing was 3 A ROSE IN JUNE. it,” he said, shaking his head, when for the sake of the others. He prom

Rose told him how she had been ised to be good to the boys and to CHAPTER XIII. (continued.) brought to give her consent.

help mamma; and now we don't need

" I know I ought not to have done his help any more." ROSE went out without a word ; she it, but it was not my doing. How “A good reason, an admirable reaent and sat down in the little shady | could I help myself? And now, oh, son,” cried the curate with unwonted ammer-house where Mr. Nolan had now, dear Mr. Nolan, tell me what to I sarcasm, “ for casting him off now. aken refuge from the sun and from do! Will you speak to mamma ? Few people state it so frankly, but it is be mirth of the children. He had al Though she will not listen to me she the way of the world.” eady seen there was something wrong, might hear you."

Roee gave him a look so full of wonod was prepared with his sympathy: "But I don't see what your mamma dering that the good man's heart was thoever was the offender Mr. Nolan has to do with it," said the curate. touched. “ Come,” he said, " you was sorry for that one; it was a way “ It is not to her you are engaged had made up your mind to it yesterday. he had ; his sympathies did not go so nor is it she who has given her word ; It cannot be so very bad after all. Át much with the immaculate and always you must keep your word, we are all your age nothing can be very bad, for pirtuous; but he was sorry for whoso bound to do that.”

you can always adapt yourself to what ever had erred or strayed, and was re “But a great many people don't do is new. So long as there's nobody else penting of the same. Poor Rose — it,” said Rose, driven to the worst of in the way that's more to your mind," he began to feel himself Rose's cham arguments in sheer despair of her he said, turning upon her with a penepron, because he felt sure that it was cause.

trating glance. Rose, young, thoughtless, and incon “ You must,” said Mr. Nolan: “the Rose said nothing in reply. She siderate, who must be in the wrong. people who don't are not people to be put up her hands to her face, covering Rose sat down by his side with a heart followed. You have bound yourself it, and choking the cry which came to broken look in her face, but did not and you must stand by it. He is a her lips. How could she to a man, to say anything. She began to beat with good man and you must make the best one so far separated from love and her fingers on the table as if she were of it. To a great many it would not youth as was Mr. Nolan, make this last beating time to a march. She was seem hard at all. You have accepted confession of all ?

still such a child to him, so young, so him, and you must stand by him. I | The curate went away that night = much like what he remembered her do not see what else can be done with a painful impression on his mind. in pinafores that his heart ached for now."

He did not go to Whitton, as Mrs. her. “You are in some little bit of “ Oh, Mr. Nolan, you speak as if I Damerel had promised, to see Rose's trouble ?” he said at last.

were married, and there was no hope.” future home, but he saw the master of "Oh, not a little bit,” cried Rose, " It is very much the same thing," it, who, disappointed by the headache "a great, very great trouble !” She said the curate; “you have given with which Rose had retreated to her was so full of it that she could not talk your word. Rose, you would not like room, on her return from her walk of anything else. And the feeling in to be a jilt; you must either keep your with the curate, did not show in bis ber mind was that she must speak or word or be called a jilt — and called best aspect. None of the party indeed die. She began to tell her story in truly. It is not a pleasant character did ; perhaps the excitement and the woody arbor with the gay noise of to have.

commotion of the news had produced the children close at hand, but hearing " But it would not be true!". a bad result — for nothing could be à cry among them that Mr. Incledon “I think it would be true. Mr. flatter or more deadly-lively than the was coming, started up and tied on her Incledon, poor man, would have good evening which followed. Even the hat, and seizing Mr. Nolan's arm, reason to think so. Let us look at it , children were cross and peevish, and dragged him out by the garden door. seriously, Rose. What is there so had to be sent to bed in disgrace; and "I cannot see him to-day!" she cried, very bad in it that you should do a Rose had hidden herself in her room, and led the curate away, dragging him good man such an injury? He is not and lines of care and irritation were after her to a quiet by-way over the old. He is very agreeable and very | on Mrs. Damerel's forehead. The fields in which she thought they would | rich. He would make you a great great good fortune which had befallen be safe. Rose had no doubt whatever lady, Rose.”

them did not, for the moment at least, of the full sympathy of this old friend. "Mr. Nolan, do you think I care bring happiness in its train. She was not afraid even of his disap for that?" proval. It seemed certain to her that "A great many people care for it,

CHAPTER XIV. be must pity at least if not help. And and so do all who belong to you. to Rose, in her youthful confidence in Your poor father wished it. It had | Rose did not go down-stairs that others, there was nothing in this gone out of my mind, but I can recol- | night. She had a headache, which is world which was unalterable of its lect very well now; and your mother the prescriptive right of a woman in nature : no trouble, except death, wishes it — and for you it would be a trouble. She took the cup of tea which could not be got rid of by the great thing, you don't know how great. which Agatha brought her, at the intervention of friends.

Rose, you must try to put all this re- | door of her room, and begged that It chilled her a little, however, as luctance out of your mind, and think mamma would not trouble to come of be went on, to see the curate's face only of how many advantages it has." see her, as she was going to bed grow longer and longer, graver and .« I care nothing for the advantages," | She was afraid of another discussion, and shrank even from seeing any one. | she was in reality only Rose the eldest | her disregard of other people's feel She had passed through a great many daughter, who was about to make a | ings, her indifference to her own hoge different moods of mind in respect to brilliant marriage, and therefore was or and pledged word. Once more Mr. Incledon, but this one was differ much in the foreground, but no more Rose remained up-stairs, refusing ta ent from all the rest. All the soften- loved or noticed than any one else. come down, and the house was aghast ing of feeling of which she had been In reality this change had actually at the first quarrel which had ever dis conscious died out of her mind; his come, but she imagined a still greater turbed its decorum. very name became intolerable to her. change; and fancy showed her to her. | Mr. Incledon went away bewildered! That which she had proposed to do, self as the rebellious daughter, the and unhappy, not knowing whether as the last sacrifice a girl could make one who had never fully done her duty, to believe that this was a mere ebullfor her family, an absolute renuncia never been quite in sympathy with tion of temper, such as Rose hall tion of self and voluntary martyrdom her mother, and whom all would be never shown before, which would have for them, changed its character alto glad to get rid of, in marriage or any been a venial offence, rather amusing gether when they no longer required other way, as interfering with the har than otherwise to bis indulgent fond it. Why should she do what was mony of the house. Such of us as have ness; or whether it meant something worse than death, when the object been young may remember how easy more, some surging upwards of the for which she was willing to die was these revolutions of feeling were, and old reluctance to accept him, which be no longer before her ; when there was, with what quick facility we could iden- | had believed himself to have overcome. indeed, no need for doing it at all ? tify ourselves as almost adored or al This doubt chilled him to the heart, Would Iphigenia have died for her most hated, as the foremost object of and gave him much to think of as he word's sake, had there been no need everybody's regard or an intruder in took his somewhat dreary walk home for her sacrifice ? and why should Rose everybody's way. Rose passed a very - for failure, after there has been an do more than she? In this there was, miserable night, and the next day was, appearance of success, is more dis the reader will perceive, a certain I think, more miserable still. Mrs. Da couraging still than when there has change of sentiment; for though Rose | merel did not say a word to her on been no opening at all in the clouded had made up her mind sadly and the subject which filled her thoughts, skies. And Agatha knocked at Rose's! reluctantly to marry Mr. Incledon, but told her that she bad decided to go locked door, and bade her good night yet she had not thought the alterna to London in the beginning of the through the keyhole with a mixture of tive worse than death. She had felt next week, to look after the “ things” horror and respect - horror for the while she did it the ennobling sense of which were necessary. As they were wickedness, yet veneration for the having given up her own will to make in mourning already, there was no courage which could venture thus others happy, and had even recog. more trouble of that description nec to beard all constituted authorities. pized the far-off and faint possibility essary on Uncle Edward's account, Mrs. Damerel herself said no good that the happiness which she thus but only new congratulations to re night to the rebel. She passed Rose's gave to others might, some time or ceive, wbich poured in on every side. door steadily without allowing herselt other, rebound upon herself. But “I need not go througb the form of to be led away by the impulse which the moment her great inducement condoling, for I know you did not tugged at her heart to go in and give was removed, a flood of different sen have much intercourse with him, poor the kiss of grace, notwithstanding the timent came in. She began to hate old gentleman," one lady said ; and impenitent condition of the offender. Mr. Incledon, to feel that he had tak another caught Rose by both hands Had the mother done this, I think all en advantage of her circumstances, and exclaimed on the good luck of the that followed might have been avertthat her mother had taken advantage family in general.

ed, and that Mrs. Damerel would have of her, that every one had used her as “ Blessings, like troubles, never been able eventually to carry out her a tool to promote their own purpose, come alone,” she said. “To think programme and arrange the girl's life with no more consideration for her you should have a fortune tumbling as she wished. But she thought it than had she been altogether without down upon you on one side, and on right to show her displeasure, though feeling. This thought went through the other this chit of a girl carrying her heart almost failed her. her mind like a hot breath from a off the best match in the country 1" Rose bad shut herself up in wild furnace, searing and scorching every- “I hope we are sufficiently grateful misery and passion. She had de thing. And now that their purpose for all the good things Providence clared to herself that she wanted to was served without her, she must still sends us," said Mrs. Damerel, fixing see no one; that she would not open make this sacrifice - for honor! For | her eyes severely upon Rose.

her door, nor subject herself over honor! Perhaps it is true that women Oh, if she had but had the courage again to such reproaches as had been hold this motive more lightly than to take up the glove thus thrown poured upon her. But yet when she men, though indeed the honor that is down to her! But she was not yet heard her mother pass without even involved in a promise of marriage screwed up to that desperate pitch. a word, all the springs of the girl's bedoes not seem to influence either sex Mr. Incledon came later, and in his ing seemed to stand still. She could very deeply in ordinary cases. I am!

joy at seeing her was more lover-like / not believe it. Never before in all afraid poor Rose did not feel its weight than he had yet permitted himself to

than he had yet permitted bimself to her life had such a terrible occurrence at all. She might be forced to keep be.

taken place. Last night, when she her word, but her whole soul revolted “ Why I have not seen you since had gone to bed to escape remark, against it. She had ceased to be sad | this good news came !” he cried, | Mrs. Damerel had come in ere she and resigned. She was rebellious and fondly kissing her in his delight and went to her own room and asked after indignant, and a hundred wild schemes heartiness of congratulation, a thing the pretended headache, and kissed and notions began to fit through her he had never done before. Rose her, and bade her keep quite still mind. To jump in such a crisis as broke from him and rushed out of the and be better to-morrow. Rose got this from the tender resignation of a | room, white with fright and resent up from where she was sitting, exmartyr for love into the bitter and ment.

pecting her mother's appeal and inpainful resistance of a domestic rebel 8. " Ob, how dared he! how dared | tending to resist, and went to the who feels that no one loves her, is easy he!" she cried, rubbing the spot upon

door and put her ear against it and to the young mind in the unreality her cheek which his lips had touched listened. All was quiet. Mrs. Dawhich more or less envelops every- | with wild exaggeration of dismay. merel had gone steadily along the thing to youth. From the one to the

corridor, had entered the rooms of the other was but a step. Yesterday she She went up-stairs after the girl, and other children, and now shut her own had been the centre of all the family spoke to her as Rose had never yet door — sure signal that the day was plans, the foundation of comfort, the been spoken to in all her soft life — over. When this inexorable sound chief object of their thoughts. Now upbraiding her with her heartlessness, met her ears, Rose crept back again

her seat and wept bitterly, with an aching and vacancy | thinks I am incapable of appreciating his career. She a her heart which it is beyond words to tell. It seemed shall see. I will use my new strength for him alone. o her that she was abandoned, cut off from the family love,

I will practice my music. I will keep up with him in brown aside like a waif and stray, and that things would

my information of public affairs. I will be silent on never be again as they had been. This terrible conclusion

the subjects on which we differ, no matter how dear always comes in to aggravate the miseries of girls and boys. Things could never mend, never again be as they had been. / a principle may be to me” - another sigh ; “I will She cried till she exhausted herself, till her head ached in count all outer and public things as naught compared lire reality, and she was sick and faint with misery and with the devotion of my husband. I will go wherever the sense of desolation ; and then wild schemes and fancies he goes that I can; then nobody can say that he is ame into her mind. She could not bear it — scarcely for

ashamed of his wife — that she is too inferior or ineffihose dark helpless hours of the night could she bear it

cient to go with him. I will go to the ambassadors' out must be still till daylight; then, poor forlorn child, cast off by every one, abandoned even by her mother, with no

ball. Can I bear to meet her there? I can bear anyhope before her but this marriage, which she hated, and r.o

thing but the estrangement and loss of my husband.” prospect but wretchedness then she made up her mind

The ambassadors' ball was to be the culminating she would go away. She took out ber little purse and found social event of the season. The crowded official recepa few shillings in it, sufficient to carry her to the refuge tions at which the “mob” overflowed were ended. which she had suddenly thought of. I think she would have Even the last Presidential reception before Lent had liked to fly out of sight and ken and hide herself forever,

been celebrated. At that, this same "mob" of "the or at least until all who had been unkind to her had broken their hearts about her, as she had read in novels of un

people” made their ingress and egress through the

White House windows. Carpets, curtains, fine raiment, bappy heroines doing. But she was too timid to take such a daring step, and she had no money, except the ten shil

had gone down into a gulf of tatters before them. And lings in her poor little pretty purse, which was not meant now there was to be a ball which this mob could not to hold much. When she had made up her mind, as she invade, whose chief end was to be to prove to foreign thought, or to speak more truly, when she had been quite potentates that exclusive splendor and fine society were taken possession of by this wild purpose, she put a few nec

possible even to the Federal capital. This ball, to be essaries into a bag to be ready for her flight, taking her

given by a few of the oldest and richest citizens of little prayer-book last of all, which she kissed and cried over with a heart wrung with many pangs. Her father

Washington to the members of the European embashad given it her on the day she was nineteen - not a year

sies in the city, was to be attended only by privately since. Ah, why was not she with him, who always under invited guests. The possession of an invitation did not stood her, or why was not he here? He would never depend in any way upon money, but in every way upon have driven her to such a step as this. He was kind, what official and social rank. The reception of one of these ever any one might say of him. If he neglected some violet-tinted, silver-chased cards, was deemed by its things, he was never hard upon any one — at least, never

receiver to be at once a recognition and insignia of hard upon Rose - and he would have understood her now.

personal position. “ All Congress ” was not to be inWith an anguish of sudden sorrow, mingled with all the previous misery in her heart, she kissed the little book and

vited — not by any means. All clodhoppers and plain put it into her bag. Poor child ! it was well for her that people were to be left out; all people elegant and disher imagination had that sad asylum at least to take refuge tinguished were, for once, to be invited without referin, and that the rector had not lived long enough to show ence to their politics. It must be cosmopolitan, that the bow hard in worldliness a soft and self-indulgent man can foreign ministers and ambassadors might see the coun

try's best. Hon. Cyril King and Mrs. King were (To be continued.)

among the invited, but till now, Agnes had not thought of attending.

“ I think I will go to the ambassadors' ball, if you HIS TWO WIVES.

think I can make myself lock nice enough,” said Agnes

to Cyril that evening, lifting half-inquiring half-wistful BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

eyes to his, to see how he would take the proposition. CHAPTER XVIII. THE AMBASSADORS' BALL.

"For she is so fond of pleasure she cannot be a nun," AGNES waked with a dull consciousness that some

said Cyril with a laugh. heavy ill had befallen her. In the first gray light of

“Are you making sport of me, Cyril?” the wintry morning they confronted her — the words

“Of course, not. Only, isn't it a new rôle for you to which she heard another woman utter but the day be

strike for, Aggie, to want to be a lady of society?"

“Why, of course I cannot be, Cyril; I know that. I fore concerning herself as a woman and wife.

don't want to be. It would be ever so much pleasanter Now, as she sat smoothing Vida's bright locks and looking into the asking eyes of little Cyril, she planned

spending the evening here alone with you, if you could ber coming course of action.

only spare the time, but you can't. And as you are

going to the ball, it would be so pleasant to go witb ..“ Take a high ground and maintain it, my dear,” her friend Mrs. Twilight used to say, when giving her ad

you. Don't you want me to go, Cyril ? ” in a tremutice in any girlish trouble, and Agnes gave a weary

lous tone.

« Certainly. I shall be delighted; you go with me so httle sigh as she mentally measured the height of the ground to which she must now attain, or be crushed

seldom, Aggie. Only, I was thinking you couldn't enjoy under the triumphal chariot of her enemy.

yourself there. You don't dance, you know, and a ball “I have not her beauty, but I am your mother,” she

is so different from a reception, where the entire busisaid, kissing each child. “I am his wife.

ness is jamming, talking, and cramming. At a ball,

He will not, he cannot forget that long enough to turn to one who

if you can't dance, you must be a wall-flower.” Would allure him to dishonor. She despises me.

« I shan't mind it. I shall like it to sit looking on She

to see how well you look dancing. I shall like that.” ed according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by H. 0. HOUGH

“I doubt it,” he said, turning upon her a quick, & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. searching glance, remembering while he looked that


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