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and shrank even from seeing any one. she was in reality only Rose the eldest her disregard of other people's feels She had passed through a great many daughter, who was about to make a ings, her indifference to her own bon different moods of mind in respect to brilliant marriage, and therefore was or and pledged word. 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 aghat 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 ebuli. for her family, an absolute renuncia- never been quite in sympathy, with tion of temper, such as Rose ha! 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
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 ha 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 disthe 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 courage which could venture thus others happy, and had even recog- more trouble of that description nec
to beard all constituted authorities. nized 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, which poured in on every side. door steadily without allowing herself 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 bare 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 I” Rose bad shut herself up in wild furnace, searing and scorching every- “I hope we are sufficiently grateful misery and passion. She had dething. 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 ecrewed 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.
joy at seeing her was more lover-like not believe it. Never before in all afraid
Rose did not feel its weight than he had yet permitted himself 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; ex. martyr for love into the bitter and
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 And how angry Mrs. Damerel was! 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
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 her heart which it is beyond words to tell. It seemed
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 hrown aside like a waif and stray, and that things would never be again as they had been. This terrible conclusion
my information of public affairs. I will be silent on ways comes in to aggravate the miseries of girls and boys.
the subjects on which we differ, no matter how dear 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
ball. Can I bear to meet her there? I can bear anyoff by every one, abandoned even by her mother, with hope 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 her 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 happy heroines doing. But she was too timid to take such
White House windows. Carpets, curtains, fine raiment, 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 embaghad 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 bave 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. With an anguish of sudden sorrow, mingled with all the personal position. “ All Congress” was not to be inprevious 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 ke 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 how 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 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.1
think I can make myself lock nice enough," said Agnes to Cyril that evening, lifting half-inquiring half-wistful
eyes to his, to see how he would take the proposition. 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. beavy 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 ?” fore concerning herself as a woman and wife.
Why, of course I cannot be, Cyril; I know that. I
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
| you course of action. “Take
a high ground and maintain it, my dear,” her going to the ball, it would be so pleasant to go with friend Mrs. Twilight used to say, when giving her ad
you. Don't you want me to go, Cyril ? ” in a tremu
lous tone. vice in any girlish trouble, and Agnes gave a weary little sigh as she mentally measured the height of the
Certainly. I shall be delighted; you go with me so 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. He will not,
ness is jamming, talking, and cramming. At a ball, 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.” katered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by 1. 0. HOUGH
“I doubt it," he said, turning upon her a quick, Ten & Co., in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington,
searching glance, remembering while he looked that
(To be continued.)
BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.
he and Circe Sutherland were already engaged for the soon be in one boat; we can sit in the bottom and drift first dance.
It will be easier for me, sharing ber “ You will come and speak to me sometimes between society.” the sets, Cyril? that will keep me from feeling lone- 6 You are a lunatic, Linda. I shall never forsake some."
Agnes." “Oh, of course,” said Cyril, more and more puzzled
“ We shall see. Good night.” And Linda withat her evident determination to go. Until now he drew into her cell. “ She has had her day," she said, thought it a mere passing fancy, and had not believed as she shut her door. " It will be easier for me to lose her in earnest.
mine in her company." “ At first, I thought I could not go, on account of my In the morning Linda said to Agnes, “ How glad I dress. It seemed foolish for me to have a dress made am that you are going to the ambassadors' ball. What expressly for the occasion. It would be so expensive. a pity you did not begin such going long ago. No man I doubt if I could, now, the Star says so many new is safe, not in society, without his wife to look after him. dresses are being made and that all the modistes are Be sure to give that Creole widow to understand that driven for the ball. I'll tell you what I can do, Cyril. she is not to monopolize all your husband's attention. The skirt of my wedding silk is pretty, yet. It is long, Washington is full of stories about her, and the latest and I don't believe it will look old-fashioned. I will is your husband's fascination for her. Of course there go to Williams's and get a pretty muslin overdress is no truth in that ; just show the world that there is trimmed with Valenciennes lace. That will be simple, not, by claiming him in public, yourself. Why, the and quite stylish enough for me. Of course I shall house is full of the sensation that he and she made make no attempt to compete with the costumes there. together at Willard's last night. That's where he was If I can only make myself look well to you, Cyril, that when you were asleep at the Capitol. He never got will be quite enough."
back till twelve o'clock.” “ You know that you always look well to me, Aggie,” Agnes had become too inured to years of thrusts like said Cyril, with an honest attempt at gallantry of speech, these to do more than writhe under them in silence. if only to hide the chagrin that he felt at Agnes' going She made no reply for an instant, then said: – to the ball at all. Not that he was ashamed of her “ The wife of a public man, especially of a man so personally. If not in the fashionable sense elegant or personally popular and attractive as Cyril, must make showy, she would be marked as a lady in any company. up her mind to share, to some degree, his attentions. But he felt in advance that her mere presence would It certainly would be impossible for any man or woman be a restriction upon himself. He had been into society not to admire the beauty of Mrs. Sutherland. It is so long and so much alone, had been so long the central very remarkable.” object of worship to groups of admiring women, as free, “Do you admire it ?" to all society appearance, as if he were a single man, “I certainly do.” it suddenly struck him that it might be awkward to be “Do you admire her ? ” this hero with his wife looking on, and certainly he “I do not, Linda." could not come down from his throne because his wife “ You will admire her less, some day.” might be looking at him. What had got into Agnes, “ Possibly. It is not in my power to admire any any way! The purpose to go to the ball had without person whose entire life is devoted to self-gratification. doubt gotten into her mind, and apparently, by no Still, Cyril says that she is very amiable. I have no manner of means was to be extracted.
doubt that she is. Linda, will you go with me to Wil" Linda, can't you talk Agnes out of the idea of going liams's and help me select my overdress? The children to the ambassadors' ball?" said Cyril to his cousin, as will be perfectly safe with Chloe, for an hour or two." he paused at the door of the boxy hall bedroom which No matter how deep down Linda's stabs struck this was now her room in lieu of the sunny chamber at morning, she was resolved to give no sign. Lotusmere.
Circe Sutherland's heartless words in the alcove in “ No indeed," answered that imperious young woman, their very smiting, penetrated to the foundations of " and I wouldn't if I could. Let her go and see, with strength in her nature. her own eyes, the truth and nothing but the truth. I It did not suit Linda to obey Cyril's injunction. She could have told it to her years ago, but she wouldn't had her own reasons for wishing Agnes to attend the have believed it. If nothing will satisfy her but the ambassadors' ball, and did all she could to assist her. sight of her own eyes, let her go and use them; she “ You have been very kind, Linda,” said Agues. won't go again.”
“ The next time I will help you to go to some pleasant “What in the world are you talking about Linda ?” | place that you may like.”
“You know perfectly well what I am talking about, “ Pleasant places are not for the like of me,” said Cyril King. You are in love with that Creole widow. Linda, in a tone that would have been moving in Mrs. That you would be in love with somebody, beside your Gummage. wife, was only a matter of time. I knew that fro the “ Now don't assume that you are a poor creetur,' beginning. She wouldn't have believed it; she don't Linda, for you know well that you manage us all.” believe it now, at heart - thinks if she goes with you “Do I!” said Linda, in an incredulous tone. “ It is that she will avert what danger there is. She is an news to me." idiot.”
Cyril King ! don't be a noodle to-night,” she got a " Why do you speak in such a way of Agnes ?” said chance to whisper in his ear in her frequent dartings Cyril, instinctively wishing another to be loyal
, in pro- between the two dressing-rooms. “Don't let a sudden portion as he felt himself to be disloyal.
compunction tie you to your wife's girdle all night. It “Why do you act so to Agnes ?" she asked, as she would only make the snapping to-morrow the harder
, ought her eyes to a level gaze with his, filled with You know perfectly well that you can't stay tied, and
pression of steady triumph. “ Agnes and I will that she is a goose and wants you at her elbow forever.”
“Linda, do you know for once I think I don't need lit by a pair of soft brown eyes whose appealing glance your advice," said Cyril tartly.
in itself was enough to make the face noticeable and "Oh, you don't ! you'll follow it just the same,” and attractive. she left him with a low laugh, half irony, half mockery, The broad staircase which they ascended was covpeculiarly her own.
ered with crimson cloth, and lined on either side by It was certainly the most resplendent and bewilder- great classic vases filled with growing and blooming ing scene of its kind that Agnes had ever beheld, the exotics. Though this arcade of blossoming fragrance ladies' dressing room at the ambassadors' ball. Soft- ascended the dazzling throng to the ball-room above. eyed, low-voiced slaves took each lady's wrappings and It was a long and lofty hall, and opened upon the guests with its duplicate number laid it in the special honey- like a realm of enchantment. The flags, colors, and comb receptacle prepared for it. Others on their knees emblems of many nations festooned the walls and were buttoning white satin boots, and putting on dainty floated from the ceiling. Hanging baskets laden with silken slippers of every imaginable tint. The room blossoms, and censers filled with perfume, floated out was lined with mirrors and dressing - tables, and
Jars of rare plants filled windows and thronged with women bedecked in every hue. Such alcoves ; garlands of fresh flowers were suspended in sheen of silk, such foam of lace, such splendor of mid air from end to end of the hall. Below the emgems, Agnes had never seen before. The ladies in a pyrean of light in which blazed the crystal chandeliers, gentle way were pushing toward the mirrors, to give hundreds of free canaries disported and sang, perched the finishing look and touches to their attires before en- upon the baskets, nestling in the garlands; their fine tering the ball-room. They looked so dazzling, so beau- notes, piercing sweet, rose above the music of the Marine tiful, so overpowering, as they pressed down upon these Band in the gallery. At the opposite end of the hall luminous centres, and Agnes felt so like a little russet was the raised dais for the “court” guests of this rewren amid them all, that it did not occur to her that publican assembly. Here were the hosts of the evenshe, as well as they, might look into a mirror to see that ing and their especial guests, the European ambassathe scarlet geranium in her hair was not awry, or her dors, in their court attire, glittering with the orders airy muslin rumpled or distraught. She simply sank and insignia of their rank, accompanied by ladies into a chair beside a dressing-table and opposite the decked in fortunes of lace and jewels. Here also was main door, where she could see Cyril issue from the the President of the United States with his family, surgentlemen's dressing room.
rounded by his Cabinet and their accompanying ladies, Near her, giving the finishing touches to her toil- all grouped beneath a canopy of drooping international ette was the wife of the English minister, stately as banners and garlands of flowers. Up to this dais a palm, fair, graceful, and gentle, in a robe of rose- every guest passed, to pay respect to the President and colored silk flounced with a fortune in black lace. to make obeisance to the foreign ambassadors.
Cyril Near her was the Countess wife of the minis- looked sufficiently distinguished to be a high grandee of ter from France, dark beauty of an illustrious race, the occasion. Nevertheless his spirit chafed within resplendent in azure, white lace, and diamonds. Next him as he passed with the throng who filed up to her was the young daughter of a senator, perfect the dais, across it, and down, to think that after all he in her type of national loveliness ; stately, pure, and was only one of the “mob,” invited by a committee of classic as a white lily in June.
With her was a young aristocrats solely as a member of the Lower House, and Englishwoman, graceful and soft-eyed as a fawn, whose not for any acknowledged personal prestige of his own, historic name and marvellous face had made her famous either social or intellectual. While Cyril was swallowin two continents. These were but a few on whom ing the bitterness of this thought, Agnes, dazed slightly Agnes' eyes rested with unfeigned and unalloyed delight by the sudden light and splendor which enveloped her, She never thought of her own appearance till she was wondering how she ever found the courage to caught a glimpse of Cyril's noble head towering above resuscitate the faded limpness of her wedding silk with those of other men, as he emerged from the gentlemen's the belief that it could be made fine enough to appear dressing-room across the hall.
in such a place and in such company: " He looks grander than they all,” she thought - The greetings past, they proceeded down the hall " and I!” She gave one glance toward the mirror and took a seat on one of the side sofas which upon the and caught a glimpse of the scarlet blossom nestling most resplendent occasions wait to receive the inevitasafely in her dark locks, and of the white face be- ble “ wall-flowers.” Agnes had come to the ball with neath. She looked down upon herself. The wedding silk, a full knowledge that she must be one of these, for she that looked ample enough in the little cramped chamber of could not dance, and as Cyril said, “Not to dance at a the lodging-house, certainly seemed scanty and pinched ball is to be a wall-flower.” She knew also that Cyril here, beside these court trains and flowing and garlanded danced with ease and elegance ; that Circe Sutherland waves of lace ; but the pure muslin over-dress, though was to be there, and thought that she had “ nerved herby no means one of Williams's rarest imports, with its self,” as Mrs. Twilight used to say, to behold at least breast-knot and loopings of natural flowers, she hoped with outward calmness any sight of the sequence of softened the defects of the passée wedding silk, and these facts. To be patient, to be pleased, at any cost, made her presentable. She hoped so: she by no was the resolve of Agnes, who knew inwardly that in means felt sure of it. “ I shall never look distinguished such a place as this she only came by Cyrils sufferance, enough to be Cyril's wife,” the loving heart said with not by his desire. a sigh, as she advanced to meet him. He noted two “ You know I don't expect or wish to keep you things in the single glance which he bestowed upon her chained to my side," she said with a smile, as he seated as he gave her his arm. One, that her dress, plainer himself by her on the sofa. “ Do just as you would if than any that he saw, was worn with a grace that gave I were not here. You dance, you know, and are acit the impression of simple elegance; and that the face, quainted with so many people with whom you will worn though it was, bore the stamp of high intelligence, i wish to speak. It's a great deal for me, Cyril, to look
It is both
I can't tell you how it pleases me. Such light, watching how the day was retreating, and thinking how such splendor, such a picture! It's ” —
the time of deeds was quietly melting into the time of " It's better than opera,” she was about to say, when thought, to give place in its turn to the time of prayer a.i the memory of the last night at the Academy came into sleep, when she beheld advancing over the hill the res
man she sought so anxiously to elude. Boldwood wie her mind, and she stopped. “ 1 doubt if the dancing begins for an hour,” said which was his customary gait, in which he always seemi1
stepping on, not with that quiet tread of reserved strerri Cyril, leaning back as if he intended to remain where to be balancing two thoughts. His manner was stunda he was. “ I don't see any one yet that I care to go and and sluggish now. speak with. When I do I will introduce to you some
Boldwood had for the first time been awakened one in my place, so you will not feel alone, Aggie,” woman's privileges in the practice of tergiversation wi:bhe said kindly.
out regard to another's distraction and possible blight Perhaps he was not conscious himself that he was al
That Bathsheba was a firm and positive girl, far less incos.
sequent than her fellows, had been the very lung of his ready all eyes for one who had not yet appeared. Even hope : for he had held that these qualities would lead her as he spoke a change passed over his face, as appeared to adhere to a straight course for consistency's sake, ani above the crimson staircase in the open door of the ball accept him, though her fancy might not flood him with the room she who was to be preëminently the belle and iridescent hues of uncritical love. But the argument 00 queen of the occasion. She was leaning upon the arm came back as sorry gleams from a broken mirror. The of the Senator from Louisiana, whose dark beauty in
discovery was no less a scourge than a surprise.
He came on, masculine form was the type of her own, and whom she
looking upon the ground, and did not see
Bathsheba till they were less than a stone's throw apart. resembled nearly enough to be his daughter. Her dress was like the foam of the sea; pale green in
He looked up at the sound of her pit-pat, and his changed
appearance sufficiently denoted to her the depth and shadow, with a floating mist of lace flecked with crystal strength of the feelings paralyzed by her letter. spray. In her dark hair she wore a star of diamonds, • “ Oh! is it you, Mr Boldwood ?" she faltered, a guiłty and diamonds and emeralds blazed upon neck and arms. warmth pulsing in her face. Her appearance made a sensation even in that assem
Those who have the power of reproaching in silence may
find it a means more effective than words. There are ac bly of exceptionally beautiful women. No one of them ali was so preeminently beautiful, so distinguished, as
cents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more
tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. she.
the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they Agnes felt the blood ebb out of her face, and her avoid the pathway of sound. Boldwood's look was unanheart seem to grow still, while she watched Circe swerable. Sutherland move on as if she were floating in a cloud Seeing she turned a little aside, he said,
“ What, are of spray toward the dais. “What grace,” she said you afraid of me?” silently, just, in spite of her pain. "Sitting here I could
“Why should you say that ? " said Bathsheba. rejoice in her beauty,” she went on to say to herself, strange, because of its contrast with my feeling for you.”
“I fancied you looked so," said he. 6. And it is most “if it would not take him from me. If both together
She regained self-possession, fixed her eyes calmly, and we could behold and admire it, as we do a Psyche in waited. marble, then I should be happy in it: but alas ! she is “ You know what that feeling is,” continued Boldwood not Psyche,- she is Circe."
deliberately. “ A thing strong as death. No dismissal by a hasty letter affects that.”
“I wish you did not feel so strongly about me," she murmured. “It is generous of you, and more than I de
serve, but I must not hear it now." FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD.
“ Hear it? What do you think I have to say, then? I am not to marry you, and that's enough. Your letter was excellently plain. I want you to hear nothing — not I."
Bathsheba was unable to direct her will into any definite The next evening Bathsheba, with the idea of getting groove for freeing herself from this fearfully awkward posiout of the way of Mr. Boldwood in the event of his return- tion. She confusedly said, “ Good evening," and was moving to answer her note in person, proceeded to fulfil an ing on. Boldwood walked up to her heavily and dully. engagement made with Liddy some few hours earlier. Bathsheba — darling – is it final indeed ? Bathsheba's companion, as a gage of their reconciliation, 6 Indeed it is." had been granted a week's holiday to visit her sister, who " Oh, Bathsheba — have pity upon
Boldwood was married to a thriving hurdler and cattle-crib maker burst out. “ God's sake, yes - I am come to that low, lowliving in a delightful labyrinth of hazel copse not far from
to ask a woman for pity! Still, she is you — she Yalbury. The arrangement was that Miss Everdene is you." should honor them by coming there for a day or two to
Bathsheba commanded herself well. But she could inspect some ingenious contrivances which this man of the hardly get a clear voice for what came instinctively to her woods had introduced into his wares.
lips: “ There is little honor to the woman in that speech." Leaving her instructions with Gabriel and Maryann that it was only whispered, for something unutterably mournful they were to see everything carefully locked up for the no less than distressing in this spectacle of a man showing night, she went out of the house just at the close of a timely himself to be so entirely the vane of a passion enervated thunder-shower, which had refined the air, and daintily the feminine instinct for punctilios. bathed the mere coat of the land, all beneath being dry as “I am beyond myself about this, and am mad,” he said.
Freshness was exhaled in an essence from the varied “I am no stoic at all to be supplicating here; but I do supcontours of bank and hollow, as if the earth breathed plicate to you. I wish you knew what is in me of devotion maiden breath, and the pleased birds were hymning to the to you; but it is impossible, that. In bare human mercy scene. Before her, among the clouds, there was a contrast to a lonely man don't throw me off now!” in the shape of lairs of fierce light which showed them- “I don't throw you off — indeed, how can I? I never selves in the neighborhood of a hidden sun, lingering on to bad you.” In her noon-clear sense that she had never the farthest northwest corner of the heavens that this mid- loved him she forgot for a moment her thoughtless angle gummer season allowed.
on that day in February. She had walked nearly three miles of her journey, “ But there was a time when you turned to me, before I
(To be continued.)