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EVERY SATURDAY.

A FOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

VOL. II.)

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1874.

[No. 17.

BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

CHAPTER

XXVIII.

THE

PREACHER

AT. THE

PIN

NACLE.

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

cottage piano.

“Do you play ?” asked Athel Dane of Vida, who sat in the open front door.

“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 bra Why, Vida!” said her mother, that moment enterlog-house in the woods into which he had ventured. ing with a tray 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- of

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 consciousness that he, the rector, had been receiving in- She will lament that she was not at home to cook you

to the Pinnacle and back without eating in her house. struction ; and from whom? A woman! The milli- a supper ; so I trust you will let me tell her that you per of Dufferin! He was dumb with the shock of did eat something before you left.” this utterly new sensation. He, 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 what 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

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 something in the It was this gentleness that disarmed him, and made unconscious face before him restrained the professional him ashamed of bis 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 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

in the woods," he thought, between a bit of biscuit and · Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by H. O. HOUGHTox & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

a spoonful of jam.

answer.

“ 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 systemold 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.

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

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 admit, 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 never 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

all matter directed to Ulm Neil had been sent to the “Daily struggling, though enclosed and lonely, 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 pame 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 'i'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 too potent for Agnes. She woman that she was equally oblivious to his superiority laid down the task that seemed endless. 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, indu. that 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.

She gare

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 Meanwbile Evelyn, as she rowed slowly across the long, long thoughts, and to make a boliday 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 bigh 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 tho 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 und 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 flounder up them a squirrel cracked his nuts unscared. Happy like that! 10 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, 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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stop telling stories of the smugglers who used to hide Dane proceeded to read. How vividly it brought back their goods in this cave behind the rocks ; and as Mrs. to Agnes the wintry day, void, desolate, into whose Darcy was beyond all question remarkably refined, how chill air it came from out the silence of her soul. If could she smile so gently and listen so attentively to with repressed yet sure resilience it struck her now, these stories, told as she must be aware in a very coarse through the reader's voice, it was because her soul's voice? The Rev. Athel Dane inwardly chafed and impalpable life thrilled the mute page, a quickening fumed under it. He forgot the fact that her being verity. there at all was an act of kindness to himself quite un- When he ceased reading she was silent. He felt a merited. Her sudden thought of "dinner” was ex- sense of disappointment. Why did he expect a woman, tremely welcome to him, and for a reason entirely dis- any woman, to feel to the quick the subtle suggestivetinct from the prospect of eating her good things. How ness, or even the unpretending beauty, of the page that could he talk of books, of the church, of anything that he had read ? In the same instant he was conscious he wanted to talk about, with that clarion voice ringing that this woman's silence was more acceptable, at least out its vernacular in his ears.

less tormenting, to him, than the average woman's “Jest stay as long as you hev a mind tu," said Eve- little parrot shriek of: “Oh, how beautiful!” or, lyn, seeing that the Dufferin rector had not the slight- “ Perfectly lovely, Mr. Dane !” Her silence proved est intention of going, and judging from the size of the her, so far, an exception to her race. books which he unstrapped from his shoulder, and the “ Does this page suggest anything to you?" he inbigness of the bumps ” that she called " language,” that quired in a hopeless tone. he had uplimited wisdom, if not religion, to propound. “Yes : that the person who wrote it had learned " Jest you stay, an' I'll go back and cook ye a nice din life through sharp inward experience." ner, an' when it's smokin' hot I'll send Jim over to row “Do you perceive nothing - nothing higher, in it, you back. Jim can row anything. Why, he jest come than experience ?” over here for this boat that some feller had tugged off, "Perhaps ; that is the quality in it that I feel the t'other day, in a sap-pan! What d'ye think of that? most.” I don't believe another livin' critter could hev swum a “Strange. Its subjectivity and suggestiveness are sap-pan; he can't swim a stroke, nuther, hisse'f, an' the qualities in it which impress me.” he'd 'a' ben drownded sure, if he couldn't 'a' kep’ the “Āre not these qualities likely to be the sequence of pan from tippin'.”

profound inward experience ? " And in this glow of mother - triumph Evelyn de- “Not more than of intuition and of insight, I should parted to achieve her culinary victories. There was say. You speak of the person.' Surely you have no no time to be lost. Jim Dare might appear with the doubt a man wrote it?" boat any moment. Thus without preliminaries Athel “Are you sure, Mr. Dane ?Dane hastened to offer the loan of the books to this “ Certainly I am." woman, who, he felt sure, must be in a state of star- “Why are you sure?” vation for reading of any sort above the Farmer's Al- “ The book is full of indubitable proof. It would be manac. Poor fellow ! He could not help the tone impossible for any woman to understand the interior of condescension and patronage which would come working of a man's mind as this writer understands it. into his voice from sheer habit; he did not know they No woman can comprehend a man, to say nothing of were in it now. He only knew it was pleasant to embodying such a comprehension in fit language. This be able to lend this interesting but benighted woman single page I have read is proof in itself that it could some proper food for her mind and soul.

never have been written by a woman. It is womanly “ This manual I trust you will find very salutary," to be tender, but it is for man only to be strong in his he said. “I pray that it may tend to the quickening tenderness ;” with an air of magniticence. of your spirit, and to the upbuilding of your life in a “ Thank you. I shall remember your definitions, more lively faith; and these sermons of a true servant and think them over while reading the book. It will of the church, I trust that they may arouse in you a be pleasant to read it by the light you have given me." desire to listen to the spoken word from the lips of a Surely this was a compliment. Yet under it he felt, living preacher; and here is a little book quite opposite rather than perceived by any look or tone, that this in form but consonant in spirit a favorite of mine." woman already held an opinion of her own concerning Athel Dane was speaking now. “ Indeed, I may the book, which his did not move in the slightest ; and say that it has a fascination for me in this, - that with the feeling annoyed him into silence. He looked across out actually portraying our northern scenery, it in an the Tarn to the opening in the willows where he exindescribable way seems to be perfectly familiar with pected every moment to see Jim Dare appear, and feelit, and to overflow with the quality of this atmos- ing that his time was short, made a sudden plunge phere,” he said, expanding his lungs and taking in toward the subject really uppermost in his mind. an extra draught of the spiced wine of the autumnal " Does your little daughter attend school, Mrs. air.

Darcy?" " I hope it will afford you half the pleasure it has

She has never been to school in her life.” given me,” he added in a tone which indicated that said “Do you object to her attending the academy on ** half” would fill the full measure of her capacity. Dufferin Street ?” “I consider this a delicious bit of English. May I * Only as I object to her attending the church there. read it to you?” he asked, opening the book where he It is too distant for her to go without her mother, and had placed a mark. “I remember when I read it first I have not yet been able to bring myself to a willing. it seemed to me that I had never found one modern ness to live on Dufferin Street ; though I may be comEnglish page which had given me equal satisfaction;" pelled to do so. Thus far I have been able to teach and as if silence gave consent, in a deep, monotonous her myself. But I am so fully taxed in other direcvoice, but with clear, sympathetic intonation, Athel tions that as the demands of her education increase, I'm

** No.

afraid I shall not have the time or strength for the Thus began one of those close personal friendships study which I shall find necessary for her sake.” between a man and a woman placed amid exceptional

“Do you object to her having a teacher here?” circumstances, whose ethics make a chosen study of

" It is the desire of my heart, but it is impossible. psychologists, and an open question to moralists, but No one this side of Dufferin could teach her the higher which in experience prove to be as opposite in influbranches. No teacher in Dufferin would ride nearly ence as the beings who enter into their compacts; the forty miles in a day for a single pupil.”

result in weal or woe to such beings depending utterly “I would.”

on the quality of their natures and the measure of their “ You! The rector of Dufferin! The clergyman of grace. St. John's !"

In time, and not very long time, either, the Monday “ You say that a teacher for your little girl is the de- of each week came to be the day of days at the Pinsire of your heart. I trust you have no serious objec-nacle. Each one was an event in the slow, still tide tion to me for such an office. I assure you it is one to of days hitherto marked by no epochs ; days all alike which I am quite accustomed. I taught classes of in their silence, that knew no gradation of tint or outseminary girls in Latin and mathematics during my line, save only what the seasons gave them. Now college course. It increased my allowance and never Monday was the day on which Evelyn spread her taxed me at all. Now my one recreation is my long choicest viands. Was there any compound of eggs and country rides. The longer ones have always needed cream, of meats and spices, and home fruits, too good an object outside of myself. I can find one here. Say for the rector of Dufferin? Evelyn thought not, and I come every Monday. Monday is a very desultory therefore ministered unto him in all the unctuous day with me, always. I'm restless and want to be richness of this faith. It was the day for which all off. I can never settle myself in my study till the other days seemed made to the child Vida, in her fresh reaction from the Sabbath is past. I can give her les- frock, with her carefully conned tasks, studied faithsons for the entire week, and on Monday ride over to fully every day but Sunday, for this day, when, with hear her recite, and to instruct her. Nothing could fear and trembling, yet with inward delight, they were be easier."

recited to the ever godlike and adored teacher. Pri"Nor more delightful,” sighed little yellow-hair se- vately it was Vida's cherished opinion that no little renely, murmuring to herself in a way that saved her girl ever had such a grand god of a teacher as she had. words from all sound of impertinence.

But we do not forget that Vida was a child of the “ Vida, do you hear what this kind gentleman offers woods, and never before, since she was old enough for to do for you? Thank him, my darling, as your conscious observation and comment, had been brought mother does."

in near contact with a gentleman in breeding and “ Yes, mamma.

Please let him teach me. I will culture. learn my lessons so good.”

More and more this Monday came to be a white “ Better than for

your
mother?”

day to Agnes. It brought her the one voice that spoke “Yes, I'll be so ashamed not, for him! You love to her from the great outer world of thought and action me, mamma, no matter how bad I do. Of course the which she had left behind. By degrees, imperceptibly rector will never love me," with a sigh, “but I will it brought her more, - a something of whose possesstudy as well as ever I can, if he don't,” heroically. sion at last she became conscious with a deep thankful

“I love all good little girls," said the aged gentle- ness, - mental companionship. Till she knew that man of twenty-seven benignly.

this was hers again, she did not know how much she “ I am not good,” said Vida hopelessly. “ I pulled had missed it out of her life. She had appreciated to my cat's tail yesterday because I was angry. I was the fulness of tender gratitude the good gifts that had mad at her for ketchin' a little yellow-bird. And this been hers, the shelter, the sympathy, the affection morning I pinched my dolly's nose because she wouldn't which environed her, rude though they often were in stand up like a lady. I've – a dreadful temper; I their manifestations. She had not allowed herself to feel it in my throat like a ball, when Jim teazes me. think, even, of anything more as ever again to be her Then Evelyn calls me a little crosspatch,” bitterly ; Thus when it came to her unsought, this inter: “ but mamma never does. She always loves me. I change of congenial thoughts, this real companionship like you — better than any one I ever saw except and communion of mind with one whose chances for

If you will teach me I will learn everything culture had so far transcended her own, whose range you tell me to, as well as ever I can.”

of exact knowledge was so much broader than hers A pang shot through Agnes' heart at Vida's words, could ever be, it seemed to her a direct boon. “ I like you better than any one I ever saw except She was the more grateful when she knew it, bemamma. Alas! that her sylvan child, to whom this cause she did not come into the conscious possession man wore the semblance of a god, should ever have of any such good at once. While at first she felt ex. uttered them to any one but her own father.

tremely grateful to the Rev. Athel Dane, he

perA little child led them. Vida had her way. The sonally repelled her, nevertheless. He was very wise, rector of Dufferin had his also. Agnes acquiesced with she knew, for so young a man; but he would be very deep gratitude and many misgivings over the state of much more agreeable, she thought, if he could seem conobligation in which she was placing herself, to one siderably less conscious of it. His mannerism of attire almost a stranger; obligation which money only could and of address silently repelled her severely fastidicus never annul, for it was impossible for her to be insensi. taste. She thought it self-conscious if not self-conble to the inestimable advantage to her child of the ceited. She wanted to be charitable, but what did his very thorough instruction which the rector of Dufferin remarks express if not intense spiritual pride ? Was was capable of imparting. By the time Jim Dare this the essence of the man, or the result of his special pushed off his boat from the other side of the Tarn, training ? Was it conscious self-satisfaction, or unconVida had fixed fate with her prattling tongue.

scious ignorance of his true self? She did not know

own.

mamma.

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