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creased at the same time that the cost of importation has EVERY SATURDAY: lessened, and English books have rushed in again, leadA JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING,

ing publishers who wished to make some show of publishPUBLISHED WEEKLY BY H. 0. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY, ing illustrated books, to buy foreign electrotypes and 219 WASHINGTON STREET, Boston :

translate text, or adapt new text. NEW YORK: HURD AND HOUGHTON ;

Again, engraving on wood is a slow process at its best. Cambridge: The Riverside Press,

As in its sister art of engraving on steel, the best workmen

are conscientious artists, and so every one who needs woodSingle Numbers, 10 cts.; Monthly Paris, 50 cts.; Yearly Subscription, $5.00. N. B. THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY and Every SATURDAY sent to one address

cuts tries his best to get the result of engraving without paying for the time and study which an engraver must

give, and the result is a dozen different “ processes," all ILLUSTRATIONS NOW AND THEN. claiming to contain the secret of getting engravings with

out engraving. These processes vary in their excellence, As the holiday season draws near, we look for picture

but all are cheap, cheap as dirt, one may say on looking books as, confidently as we expect snow and ice; the sea

at the result they produce. They all require first-class son may be backward, it may be open or severe or what

work, by the way, to start with. They ask to have a clear ever else a winter is, but a winter without any snow or

engraving given them, something that has had work and ice would be as great an anomaly as a winter without

time put into it, and then they will copy it and do it some new picture-books. What the picture books are to

cheaply. be the coming holidays, we will not now specify, but

We are not quarrelling with the processes. They serve indulge ourselves in some of those “odorous comparisons”.

to satisfy the demand for some picture or other, and there that find their parallel in the sort of talk one hears

is little doubt that they admit of and will show improveabout the snow-drifts which used to block the country

ment in quality ; but it may as well be understood by everyroads when “ we that have children were children.”

body concerned that the quality in engraving on wood or Looking back to the war-time and that immediately in steel which is inseparable from the best results in following it, we invite a comparison with the past year or those arts is a personal, spiritual quality, and not a chemtwo, and ask whether on the whole book illustration has

| ical, mechanical one. The artist must disappear before advanced or not. In point of quantity the present time is

slow, excellent engraving on wood disappears. Commerbehind the earlier period ; there was a profusion of illus

cially speaking, engraving on wood for book illustration is trated books that is not to be found now, but the marked

not at its highest in America now, not nearly so high as difference is in the fact that the earlier books were in the

ten years ago ; but there is something in the nature of the majority of cases illustrated from designs made by American work which will not suffer it to disappear from among the artists, engraved on wood by American engravers, while

fine arts. now the illustrated books are mainly made from foreign electrotypes; and we think the practice has also grown of im

NOTES. porting sheets of illustrated books to be bound in this country with American title-pages. One or two other facts are

- The next (November) number of The Atlantic will to be noted : that steel-plate engraving has nearly died out,

contain a most interesting sketch of the late Professor so far as illustrated books are concerned, and that the new | Jeffries Wyman, by Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, whose heliotype is taking the place which it was supposed the

tender obituary notice in the Boston Advertiser will be photograph would occupy in book illustrations, but which | remembered by many. the photograph never did really secure.

- The leading publishers and dealers in books met There are reasons which, we think, adequately explain recently at the Grand Central Hotel in New York for this change. In the matter of steel plate engravings, we the purpose of adopting measures for the protection of the may say not merely that the fashion has changed, but also trade. For years the sale of books has been encroached that since the war the government and bank note compa upon by fancy goods men, dealers in boots, shoes, dry nies have made such demand upon the engravers, and have

| goods, and other commodities outside of publications. In paid such high prices, that publishers in general, with their numerous instances such persons would add books to their desultory work, have not been able to compete for their retail stock and dispose of them at rates lower than the service, and our paper money has thus something more to publisher could produce them, merely for the purpose of answer for. Besides, the higher class of steel-plate en inducing other trade. The organization now formed will graving supposes a high condition of art; it calls for tend to obviate this evil, as it commits the publishers artistic power, and means patience, the subjection of one's and book-jobbers to a certain policy, from which they self to noble ends, the willingness to be poor. Are these cannot depart without violating every principle of merqualities common in any art or calling ?

cantile honor and rectitude. The newly adopted constiWith regard to engraving on wood there is a combina

tution and by-laws are now the rules by which sellers and tion of causes at work. In the first place, the war and the purchasers have to be guided, and any violation of the subsequent high rate of exchange acted substantially as same will subject the offender to severe penalties. The an embargo upon English books, and designers, engravers, convention was a most respectable and influential body. printers, and publishers, stimulated also by the quick | Nearly every publishing house of any note in the Eastern life that was flowing in the country, instinctively saw States was represented, either directly or indirectly. their opportunity and produced illustrated books which Following is the most important of the by-laws adopted : mark the high tide of book-making in this country. | “ The executive committee, after consultation with each Many painters turned their attention to this work, and publisher, shall recommend to the association a scale of many young men who ought to have been studying found maximum discounts to be given to book sellers by bookthat they could sell their drawings on wood, and they sold jobbers, and also a scale of maximum discounts to be them. But with the decline of gold and the higher given to ministers, teachers, schools, libraries, professional cost of living, the expense of illustrating books has in- , men generally, and other large buyers outside of the

trade, and, when adopted, shall cause the same to be now show twenty-four fine, healthy animals, all of Washoe printed for distribution among the members of this asso- | growth. The camel may now be said to be thoroughly ciation only." In defining the term “ booksellers," the acclimated in Nevada. The owners of the herd find it organization decided that such are “ dealers in books only, no more difficult to breed and rear them than would be er. or principally books and stationery only, drugs, books, and perienced with the same number of goats or donkeys. The stationery only, and news-dealers." The name of the ranch upon which they are kept is sandy and sterile in new organization is the Central Booksellers' Association, the extreme; yet the animals feast and grow fat on such and it includes among its members the publishers, jobbers, prickly shrubs and bitter weeds as no other animal could and dealers in New York and neighboring cities.

touch. When left to themselves their great delight, after - A correspondent of the New York Tribune proposes

filling themselves with the coarse herbage of the desert, is a monument to Father Marquette, the great missionary

| to lie and roll in the hot sand. They are used in pack. explorer of the Northwest, who died on the 16th May,

ing salt to the mills on the river, from the marshes lying in 1675, near the Marquette River, on the east shore of Lake

the desert, some sixty miles eastward. Michigan. “Two years after his death," says the writer,

- The Bostoner Volksblatt comments thus upon the fact “ in 1677, the Indians took up his remains and conveyed

that the girls in the New York normal school bare them to the Mission of Mackinac, situated on Point St.

lately shown by their choice a preference for the study of Ignace. They were here buried, but the precise spot of

German over French. Of 1150 students 918 chose Gerinterment is not now known. There is, however, here an

man and 187 French. “ Who would have looked,” it ancient burying-ground on East Moran Bay, near the

says, “ for such a result ten, or even five, years ago ? point, where his remains are supposed to lie. In 1821 a

French was then almost the only foreign tongue taught in priest of Detroit visited the place at which he died, and

the highest institutions for the education of young ladies. erected there a rude cross. The most appropriate spot

It was not studied thoroughly, but a little superficial parfor the monument is on Point St. Ignace, being celebrated

lor-talk was needful for 'good tone.' The mention of for its historic association, and within sight of both old Fort Mackinac and the Island of Mackinac.” The read

German would be greeted only with a gentle elevation of

the nose. ers of Francis Parkman's histories might be safely relied

The change of sentiment is so great that it

must be ascribed not only to the increased need of a upon, if caught when reading certain passages, to contrib

knowledge of the German language in the daily social and ute to the funds for the monument.

business life of the land, but also to a greater liking for — The opening of the college term at Harvard was sig. Germany and its rich literature. This option of the New nalized by an event of unusual importance to the student, York normal school is a favorable and remarkable sign for breakfast in the great dining hall. Forty tables, each the future position and growth of the German element in serving the needs of twelve students, were spread, and the students could take their oatmeal and consider their hardheaded ancestors, whose portraits cover the walls. We – Mr. Sidney Woollet opened a course of lectures in look upon this new feature in college life as a real addi- | Boston by reading a new poem by Longfellow, “The tion to the educational privileges of Harvard. Why not Hanging of the Crane," which is to be published soon, let our rich men stop building libraries and laboratories with illustrations, by J. R. Osgood & Co. There is a for a while, and turn their attention to dining halls ? If French custom, akin to our house-warming, which consists only our young men could be taught to eat dinner leisurely in the hanging of a crane in the fire-place of a new house. in a scholarly and cheerful manner!

A letter-writer reports that Longfellow's “Golden Le– Two of “the Emperor's boys,” as the Chinese stu

gend” has been made the text for music by Liszt, who dents in New England are called, were lately admitted to

has dedicated his work to the poet. Yale College Scientific Department, having passed a good

- Bonamy Price, Professor of Political Economy at examination. There are now sixty Chinese students in Massachusetts and Connecticut, all of whom are supported

Oxford, has come over here to find us in a bad way,

a very bad way. Professors are coming to the front by their government. Thirty came to this country two

in England and America, a position they have held more years ago, thirty arrived one year ago, and thirty more are expected in about a fortnight. The students are placed

positively in Germany. Professor J. H. Seelye of Amat first in educated families, two in a place, that they may

herst has lately been named for Congress in his district,

and when there is a vacancy in the Connecticut senator. learn the English language, and each one spends from two

ship, we hope somebody will mention President Woolsey's to four weeks a year at the head-quarters of the Chinese Educational Commission in Hartford, where he is exam

name. There would be a senator worth having. In fact, ined as to his habits and progress. Praise is given to the

we need a few schoolmasters in Congress. uniform air of refinement and intelligence of these young

- There is to be a statue of Daniel Webster in the men, and to the excellence of their habits. Their apti

Central Park, given by Mr. Burnside. The statue is to tude as well as their eagerness to acquire knowledge is

be executed by Mr. Thomas Ball, whose equestrian statue surprising. The Emperor allows each one about $700 a

of Washington rightly stands so well placed in the Public year for expenses.

Garden in Boston. Mr. Ball was familiar with Webster's - Upon a ranch in Nevada, on the Carson River, there face, and was a personal friend, we think. Bostonians would is a herd of twenty-six camels, all but two of which were meanwhile cheerfully lend the Central Park the statue of bred and raised in Nevada. Some years ago nine or ten | Webster that stands in front of the State House. The were imported into that State, but of these only two lived great ex-pounder is there shown, with his pounding instruto become acclimated, and from this pair have been raised ment in his hand, just after performing his professional the twenty-four. The men who now have them are French- | feat. The only good word said for this statue, we bemen, who had formerly some experience with camels in lieve, is bestowed on the trousers, which were carefully Europe. They find no difficulty in rearing them, and can copied from nature.

EVERY SATURDAY.

A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

VOL. II.]

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1874.

[No. 17.

NACLE.

back window, which looked out upon the Tarn, stood a HIS TWO WIVES."

cottage piano. BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

“ Do you play ?” asked Athel Dane of Vida, who

sat in the open front door. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PREACHER AT. THE PIN

“A little. My mamma is teaching me. You ask my mamma to sing, please ;” leaning forward with a

confidential air. “You never heard anybody sing so AGNES spoke in utter self-forgetfulness, and the in

sweet ; her voice is just like the whistling thrush that stant she was conscious of what she had done she was

goes so ” — and a long, long note, piercing, sad, and frightened, and all the more that the rector of Dufferin,

sweet, floated out from the girl's throat as if from a looking her steadfastly in the face, made no reply. He

bird's. was too amazed to answer. This was not the first

| “Why, Vida!” said her mother, that moment enterlog-house in the woods into which he had ventured. I ing with a trav in her hands. Hitherto he had met with no exceptions in their class « I'm making your note. mamma: it's so sweet I of inhabitants. Beneath such roofs he had found in

knew” — the rector would like it, she was going to dustry, honesty, rude intelligence, which accepted with say, when she flushed with a sudden consciousness of silent and becoming awe the lofty instruction proffered

her temerity. by their priestly caller. In the same spirit he entered

Agnes set her tray upon a stand, and drew it before this house. This fair-haired child inspired him with

the stranger. It held glasses of cold spring water, and more than an ordinary interest, therefore with pro

of raspberry shrub; biscuit, yellow butter, creamy portionate pastoral peremptoriness he intended to in

cheese, jam, and a loaf of caraway cake. sist upon her being brought forth from this wilderness

“The friend with whom I live is not at home," to the altar instructions of the church.

said Agnes, " but nothing would disturb her more than Whatever his intentions on entering, they had faded

to know that any one rode all the way from Dufferin and gone. He was pervaded with the startling con

to the Pinnacle and back without eating in her house. sciousness that he, the rector, had been receiving in | She will lament that she was not at home to cook you struction ; and from whom? A woman! The milli

a supper ; so I trust you will let me tell her that you ner of Dufferin ! He was dumb with the shock of äid eat something before you

did eat something before you left.”

. this utterly new sensation. He, a man, a priest, taught

Je, a man, a priest, taught | Her tone implied that it would be a great favor if by a woman! Even while feeling it he was ashamed

he would condescend to partake of wbat she had of his internal resentment; for through it all his clear

brought him. She had failed in reverence to the brain said, “ If you are so much wiser and greater

preacher, - he was keenly conscious of that, — but she than she, why does any word of hers trouble you?”

was ready to minister to the stranger ; that at least Surely no human being could look less aggressive than

was womanly, and Christian. Thus the silent sisters she, — a small, slight woman, whose clear brown eyes of the infant church ministered to St. Paul himself. seemed to overflow with a sad tenderness, and whose

Simply from force of habit he felt the impulse to say presence pervaded him with a sense of its gentleness.

so, in his most priestly tones ; but sometbing in the It was this gentleness that disarmed him, and made

unconscious face before him restrained the professional him ashamed of his own inward assumptions.

remark, as something incongruous. It was too evi“ Will you excuse me for a moment ?" she asked,

dent that she attached no importance whatever to the and as she left the room she left him free to examine

act of hospitality. Young, healthy, and hungry, like it. He knew of no drawing-room in Dufferin which

many another “divine,” for the time he quite sunk the bore equal evidence of such ideal personal taste in its

conscious greatness of his office in the hearty satisfacadornment as the low-ceiled room of this log-house.

tion of his stomach. His long ride had sharpened his Its walls, covered with pale gray cambric, were hung

appetite. The food before him was as pure and deliclose with pictures, chiefly sketches from nature in oil

cious as food could be ; and there was a difference, — and water-colors, in rustic frames ; while around them

he felt it in spite of himself, — a difference that was and above ran delicate vines from the woods, festooned

inexpressibly delightful between partaking of food here to the ceiling with wreaths of autumn leaves of the

in this home-like room, in the serene presence of this

in this hon most intense carmine and gold. Bouquets of ferns, ' mother and child, and eating at the regulation table, maiden-hair, and scarlet berries were set in vases on | in the fly-infested dining-room of the Dufferin Hotel. brackets covered with pale green lichen. A carpet of

“ You must be very fond of music, it is so unusual gray and green covered the floor, and before the small

to see a piano so far in the country," he said; “ so far “ Music is much to me,” said Agnes, “and it was out a flaw. It was a great pity that such an interesting necessary to have a piano when my little giri became child should grow up without the advantages of system. old enough to take lessons.” How many days and atic instruction. He should propose that she be sent weeks of extra work were necessary to earn the money to Dufferin to school, or that he should visit the Pinnacle to pay for that piano, Agnes did not say.

· in the woods,” he thought, between a bit of biscuit and * Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by H. 0. Hough.

tox & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

himself as her instructor. Meanwhile, without having ." The note your little daughter has given me as received any hints of the lady's taste in the matter, he yours quite makes me wish to hear the origiual.”

was looking over his books to find something at once “ You have no expectation, I trust, that it can sound edifying and interesting for her reading. He had seto you as it does to her ?

lected “ The True Churchman," a manual of church “That would be scarcely possible," was the honest | duties, a volume of Whately’s Sermons, and, as an answer. But you will really do me another kind- offset against such serious reading, “ The Annals of a ness," bowing over the waiter, “ if you will give me Quiet City," which, though not doctrinal, he considered a little music. I often think how much better ser suggestive and devout. “ She is an exceptional woman mons I could write if I could always hear the organ, but even she will adınit, after she has read them, that as I do sometimes through my study door.”

not a woman on earth could have written these books," Agnes went to the piano, and in a moment more her he said to himself as he carefully dusted these volumes voice, sweet with all home and holy emotion, filled the and strapped them before his departure for the Pinnacle. room with the hymn of "The Yearving Spirit," whose / The tattle of Stella Moon never penetrated the exalted last lines are these:

sphere wherein the Rev. Athel Dane revolved. If it “Not by deeds that the crowd applauds,

did, Ulm Neil long before had vanished from the postNot by works that give the world renown,

office whose letters Stella inspected. The name nerer Not by martyrdom, or vaunted crosses,

issued from its mail-bags after the reception of the Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.

check which paid for “ Basil: A Boy.” From that day “Daily struggling, though enclosed and lonely,

all matter directed to Ulm Neil had been sent to the Every day a rich reward will give;

Lake, more than twenty miles away, and in an opposite Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only,

direction. Thus the name had no association to the And truly loving, thou canst truly live.'

Dufferin rector outside of “The Annals of a Quiet “Is that your gospel ?” asked Athel Dane.

City.” “ It is a part of our Lord's gospel, is it not?” said T'he day was divine enough to have drawn every Agnes.

creature of God out into his atmosphere. It was one Her voice and her words went with him through his of those superlative days which suffuse sometimes this long return ride. Who was this woman, so strong, so | land of the north, to show us what the air of Paradise simple, so different from all others in her impersonal may be. It was a dreamy day of fragrant warmth and unconsciousness. The Dufferin milliner? Preposter misty sunshine, its tinis all pink and azure and silver. ous! If she had been that, what was she not, that was The white clouds, massed against the pale blue of the more! No one before ever met him as she met him, sky, were flushed with the delicate rose which touches with such gentle kindness to the person, such slight the lining of sea-shells. The mountain faces shone reverence for the priest. No one ever before made withdrawn and dim through folded silvery veils, and him at once so conscious and so ashamed of his own the earth itself, with its tints of green and gold and self-importance. How superfluous was assumption, to a carmine, seemed afloat in a circumfluent sea of silver. woman so unconscious of her inferiority in being a | The spell of the day was tou potent for Agnes. She woman that she was equally oblivious to his superiority laid down the task that seemed endless. She gare in being a man! It never seemed to occur to her once, Vida and herself a holiday. that she as a woman was bound to receive the instruc | At the end of the path which led from the house, tions of a priest, nor was there the slightest assumption within the shelter of the willows at the edge of the in her manner. “She simply spoke to me as one soul | Tarn, were two boats. One belonged to Evelyn, in might speak to another, it it were unclothed upon of which on idle days she would sit for hours angling for mortality,” he said. A week had passed since this visit trout in the centre of the Tarn ; the other, smaller and to the Pinnacle, and the Rev. Athel Dane had arrived stancher, Jim Dare built expressly for Agnes and at the positive conviction, at last acknowledged to him- Vida. In this, to-day, the mother and child floated self, that he desired to make another. Of course com- | out upon the placid water. Once in the centre of the plex feelings entered into the desire, a part of which lake they looked up to the profile on the Pinnacle. he eagerly acknowledged, and another part of which he | It was the rarest of mountain profiles, that it exacted as blindly ignored. He was haunted by a suspicion no tribute from the imagination. There it was, induthat as a clergyman he did not come off victorious. | bitably wrought by the elements in immemorial stone, He should have impressed upon the mind of this woman the clear, grave profile of the Father of his Country. a positive conviction of her duty to attend more faith- | Washington's forehead, nose, mouth, and chin were fully to the ordinances of the church, and to a prepara- set there, fronting storm and sunshine, high on the tion of her child for confirmation. Above all he should mountain-side. Above it rose the serried turrets of have reproved her positively for saying that as a class the Pinnacle, while on the other side, down to the she did not like clergymen. Such a remark was a re-water's edge, spread that opulent garniture of leaf and flection on the sacred office. He should not have for | bloom which marks the foliage of the north. From gotten his priestly state so far as to have been moved the base to the summit of the Pinnacle now the by the tones of her voice and the unction of her spirit, | birches, maples, and poplars held their flaming torches as at heart he knew that he was.

into the changeless faces of the firs. Agnes rowed He must visit her again, if only to remove such an slowly out to the Pinnacle. Here was a place preunfortunate impression from her mind, if he had left it pared for them. A path had been cut through the there; and to perform his parochial duty as such, with. I undergrowth to a covert in the side of the mountain. It was a natural room with an open front facing the Dares, the countrymen on the road, the shop-keepers Tarn. Its sides, back, and roof were of rock. Here at Dufferin, or its gentlemen," as distant moving were rustic seats and a table. Here for the five sum- | images. mers and autumns gone, Agnes had come to think Meanwhile Evelyn, as she rowed slowly across the long, long thoughts, and to make a holiday for her mile of water, was busy taking every atom of clerical child ; and for Evelyn and Jim when they wanted one. starch out of the gentleman whom she was conveying.

There was a quality of mystic peace in this day It was due entirely to her that he was in the boat at which made even Vida silent. It was born of a ri- | all. When he proposed to leave the books for Mrs. pened earth, and of elements in equipoise. There was Darcy with his compliments, Evelyn broke out :a brooding warmth, a pervasive sweetness, in the air. “Oh, Mister Dane, you jest go an' tell her yourself! It was all penetrated with the exuding honey of the 'Tain't nothin', jest goin' across the pond. She's gone spruces, and the floating fragrance of the ferns. No over to the Pinnerkel to spend the hull day, an' hes house was in sight, and the little lake under the Pinna- more time to visit, a sight, than if she wus tu hum. cle seemed shut in alone with the mother-earth and | An' it would be a burnin' shame for ye to ride all the her tribes. Its crinkling waves ran up and broke into way from the street fur nothin'.” glittering shreds upon the slender lances of the reedy Thus Athel Dane (not the rector) allowed himself grasses that lined its shores. On three sides it was to be led, he never knew just how, down to the water shut in by high walls of foliage. To the south the and into the boat, by Evelyn. And now that she had peaks of Mount Norton, Mount Averill, and Mount him out in mid-water, in the very heart of the “fishJohn were notched against the sky. Above them ing-ground," she was enlivening him with some of the pink-white clouds were sailing like a procession of biggest of her trout stories. swans. Within, the presumptuous trout spread out “Many's the mornin' I've sot in this very spot, stun their widening rings upon the blue-green lake, and still, hours runnin', waitin' a bite. 'Twasn't so wunst. leaped defiantly up into the sunshine. A solitary I caught forty pound right here one mornin' afore ten kingfisher shot beneath the water after one as his prey, o'clock, without stirrin' my boat an inch; an' one feller and rose again with a shriek of disappointment. Across was a three-pounder. That was fifteen years ago, afore the Tarn a loon was calling, with a cry so human that all Dufferin come here a-fishin'.” Vida answered, “ What do you want, Mrs. Loon? “I should think by the way they jump that the pond Do you want my seed-cakes?”

must be full of them now," observed her listener. When the loon grew silent, a crow cawed and called “So 'tis ; but, my ! them trout know jest as well as in the still woods overhead. In the boughs beside I do, that 'taint fishin' time, or they'd never founder up them a squirrel cracked his nuts unscared. Happy like that! no kingfisher an' no hook, though stuck full grasshoppers vaulted through the russet grass. A of angle-worms to the end, ken ketch 'em now. Why, cricket piped in peace in his house of moss. And be- it's a'most spawnin' time. They're jest havin' their last fore their eyes clouds of ecstatic insects danced together, frolic afore they go into the spawnin' beds. By the fust and then dissolved away into the golden air.

of October 'twill be agin the law to tech one on 'em, « Oh, mamma,” cried Vida, who was leaning on her providin' you could ; but you couldn't ; they're mighty mother's lap. “ There is Evelyn, coming with a | knowin', I can tell ye.” man!

As they drew so near to the Pinnacle that the two Agnes withdrew her eyes from the distant mountains figures sitting by its room of rock could be distinguished, whither she had been gazing, and looking across the Athel Dane felt suddenly overcome at the thought of

Tarn saw Evelyn just putting out from shore with a what he was doing, and a mighty impulse to turn back man in her boat.

struck against the mightier impulse to go forward. He " It's not Jim, or he'd row," said Vida, yet unable bad intended the call as a purely clerical one, on a lady to distinguish the coming personage; then as the boat who had quietly said to him that as a class she did not drew nearer: “Oh, mamma, it is — it is the Dufferin like clergymen, and if he had felt some misgivings in rector ! How glad I am!”

calling upon her in his priestly function, as a gentleman “ Hush! He will hear you. Why are you so glad ? " he could offer no excuse whatever for following, to a “I like him.”

retreat like this, a lady whom he had seen but once. “ Why do you like him?"

He had these conflicting thoughts in his mind, and the “ He is so big, and — so fine.”

books he had brought still strapped to his shoulder, as • Do you mean that his clothes are fine?”

Evelyn's rude barge pushed in among the reeds, and “ No. But his clothes are fine, and he is fine, not Athel Dane could do nothing but step out upon shore. rough, like Jim. And — and, mamma, he looks so Agnes arose from her seat to receive her visitor, who, sorry, and” — with a touch of reproach - "you made as he looked into the room of rock and to the embattled him look sorrier when you didn't say I could learn the steep above it, said : “ One of God's sanctuaries. I am Thirty-nine Articles. You won't to-day, will you, I glad to find you in it.” mamma? Please tell him I may study them.”

“I am so often found in it that it may be called my “ Why, Vida! I cannot understand why you are so chosen one,” she answered. “I welcome to it now the moved with compassion for this gentleman that you rector of Dufferin.” want to study the Thirty-nine Articles to please him. Just the reply to prompt a priestly homily from said I have not found my little girl so very anxious to learn rector Strange it seemed to himself afterwards that even her New Testament lessons."

he did not improve the chance it gave. But he did not. * But, mamma, you never seemed to feel so bad as The peace of the place, ihe mesmerism of the day, bad he does. You don't look so gloomy. And I never | already overtaken him. In such an air, under such a saw a man who looked so nice."

sky, in such a presence, preaching seemed an impertiThis remark reminded Agnes how very few men her nence, and the tones of his own voice sounded alien and little daughter had seen since her fifth year, — the hard, and repelled him. He wished that Evelyn would

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