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 alike—the same people, the same flowers, the same things to eat, and the same inane twaddle in the shape of talk. Who cares about them anyway?"

"Well, I like that," she interrupted. "After all the thought I put into those dinners, after all the variety I so carefully secured! My dear boy, you are frightfully ungrateful."

"Oh, you know what I mean. And you know quite as well as I do that it is perfectly true. The dinners were a beastly bore, which proves that they were a loud success. Your work was not done in vain. But now I want something else. We must push along the ball we've been talking of. And the yachting cruise—that can't wait very much longer."

"The ball first," she decreed. "I'll see to the cards at once, and in a day or two I'll have a list ready for your gracious approval. And what have you done?"

"Pettingill has some great ideas for doing over Sherry's. Harrison is in communication with the manager of that Hungarian orchestra you spoke of, and he finds the men quite ready for a little jaunt across the water. We have that military band—I've forgotten the number of its regiment—for the promenade music, and the new Paris sensation, the contralto, is com-


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"You were certainly cut out for an executive, Monty," said Mrs. Dan. "But with the music and the decorations arranged, you've only begun. The favors are the real thing, and if you say the word, we'll surprise them a little. Don't worry about it, Monty. It's a go already. We'll pull it off together."

"You are a thoroughbred, Mrs. Dan," he exclaimed. "You do help a fellow at a pinch."

"That's all right, Monty," she answered; "give me until after Christmas and I'll have the finest favors ever seen. Other people may have their paper hats and pink ribbons, but you can show them how the thing ought to be done."

Her reference to Christmas haunted Brewster, as he drove down Fifth Avenue, with the dread of a new disaster. Never before had he looked upon presents as a calamity; but this year it was different. Immediately he began to plan a bombardment of his friends with costly trinkets, when he grew suddenly doubtful of the opinion of his uncle's executor upon this move. But in response to a telegram, Swearengen Jones, with pleasing irascibility, informed him that "anyone with a drop of human kindness in his body would consider

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 it his duty to give Christmas presents to those who deserved them." Monty's way was now clear. If his friends meant to handicap him with gifts, he knew a way to get even. For two weeks his mornings were spent at Tiffany's, and the afternoons brought joy to the heart of every dealer in antiquities in Fourth and Fifth Avenues. He gave much thought to the matter in the effort to secure many small articles which elaborately concealed their value. And he had taste. The result of his endeavor was that many friends who would not have thought of remembering Monty with even a card were pleasantly surprised on Christmas Eve.

As it turned out, he fared very well in the matter of gifts, and for some days much of his time was spent in reading notes of profuse thanks, which were yet vaguely apologetic. The Grays and Mrs. Dan had remembered him with an agreeable lack of ostentation, and some of the "Little Sons of the Rich," who had kept one evening a fortnight open for the purpose of "using up their meal-tickets" at Monty's, were only too generously grateful. Miss Drew had forgotten him, and when they met after the holiday her recognition was of the coldest. He had thought that, under the


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 circumstances, he could send her a gift of value, but the beautiful pearls with which he asked for a reconciliation were returned with "Miss Drew's thanks." He loved Barbara sincerely, and it cut. Peggy Gray was taken into his confidence and he was comforted by her encouragement. It was a bit difficult for her to advise him to try again, but his happiness was a thing she had at heart.

"It's beastly unfair, Peggy," he said. "I've really been white to her. I believe I'll chuck the whole business and leave New York."

"You're going away?" and there was just a suggestion of a catch in her breath.

"I'm going to charter a yacht and sail away from this place for three or four months." Peggy fairly gasped. "What do you think of the scheme?" he added, noticing the alarm and incredulity in her eyes.

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 It was while Brewster was in the depths of despair that his financial affairs had a windfall. One of the banks in which his money was deposited failed and his balance of over $100,000 was wiped out. Mismanagement was the cause and the collapse came on Friday, the thirteenth day of the month. Needless to say, it destroyed every vestige of the superstition he may have had regarding Friday and the number thirteen.

Brewster had money deposited in five banks, a transaction inspired by the wild hope that one of them might some day suspend operations and thereby prove a legitimate benefit to him. There seemed no prospect that the bank could resume operations, and if the depositors in the end realized twenty cents on the dollar they would be fortunate. Notwithstanding the fact that everybody had considered the institution substantial there were not a few wiseacres who called Brewster a fool and were so unreasonable as to say that he did not know how to


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 handle money. He heard that Miss Drew, in particular, was bitterly sarcastic in referring to his stupidity.

This failure caused a tremendous flurry in banking circles. It was but natural that questions concerning the stability of other banks should be asked, and it was not long before many wild, disquieting reports were afloat. Anxious depositors rushed into the big banking institutions and then rushed out again, partially assured that there was no danger. The newspapers sought to allay the fears of the people, but there were many to whom fear became panic. There were short, wild runs on some of the smaller banks, but all were in a fair way to restore confidence when out came the rumor that the Bank of Manhattan Island was in trouble. Colonel Prentiss Drew, railroad magnate, was the president of this bank.

When the bank opened for business on the Tuesday following the failure, there was a stampede of frightened depositors. Before eleven o'clock the run had assumed ugly proportions and no amount of argument could stay the onslaught. Colonel Drew and the directors, at first mildly distressed, and then seeing that the affair had become serious, grew more alarmed than they could afford to let the public


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Became with longing for some mode

To win within this blest abode,

And searched, but vainly searched, alas!

For means, or fair or foul, to pass

The wall, but nought to help me found;

And then I vainly gazed around

For one who might, for love or meed.

Within that longed-for haven lead

My eager footsteps. Thus I stood,

With dire vexation well-nigh wood,

Until the thought possessed my mind,

That never yet was wall so blind

That careful diligence should fail

To find some door, or means to scale.

Hot-foot, the boundary’s full extent

I traversed, heart and soul intent

Some aperture to spy; at last

Mine eye with eager joy I cast

Upon a wicket, straight and small,

Worked in the stern, forbidding wall,

And forthwith set myself to get

An entry there, whate’er might let.

ULL many a time with sounding blow

I struck the door, and, head bent low.

Stood hearkening who might make reply.

The horn-beam wicket presently

Was opened by a dame of air

Most gracious, and of beauty rare:


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 see. The loans of all the banks were unusually large. Incipient runs on some had put all of them in an attitude of caution, and there was a natural reluctance to expose their own interests to jeopardy by coming to the relief of the Bank of Manhattan Island.

Monty Brewster had something like $200,000 in Colonel Drew's bank. He would not have regretted on his own account the collapse of this institution, but he realized what it meant to the hundreds of other depositors, and for the first time he appreciated what his money could accomplish. Thinking that his presence might give confidence to the other depositors and stop the run he went over to the bank with Harrison and Bragdon. The tellers were handing out thousands of dollars to the eager depositors. His friends advised him strongly to withdraw before it was too late, but Monty was obdurate. They set it down to his desire to help Barbara's father and admired his nerve.

"I understand, Monty," said Bragdon, and both he and Harrison went among the people carelessly asking one another if Brewster had come to withdraw his money. "No, he has over $200,000, and he's going to leave it," the other would say.


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 Each excited group was visited in turn by the two men, but their assurance seemed to accomplish but little. These men and women were there to save their fortunes; the situation was desperate.

Colonel Drew, outwardly calm and serene, but inwardly perturbed, finally saw Brewster and his companions. He sent a messenger over with the request that Monty come to the president's private office at once.

"He wants to help you to save your money," cried Bragdon in low tones. "That shows it's all up."

"Get out every dollar of it, Monty, and don't waste a minute. It's a smash as sure as fate," urged Harrison, a feverish expression in his eyes.

Brewster was admitted to the Colonel's private office. Drew was alone and was pacing the floor like a caged animal.

"Sit down, Brewster, and don't mind if I seem nervous. Of course we can hold out, but it is terrible—terrible. They think we are trying to rob them. They're mad—utterly mad."

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 face was white and he chewed his cigar nervously.

"We can hold out unless some of our heaviest depositors get the fever and swoop down upon us. I appreciate your feelings in an affair of this kind, coming so swiftly upon the heels of the other, but I want to give you my personal assurance that the money you have here is safe. I called you in to impress you with the security of the bank. You ought to know the truth, however, and I will tell you in confidence that another check like Austin's, which we paid a few minutes ago, would cause us serious, though temporary, embarrassment."

"I came to assure you that I have not thought of withdrawing my deposits from this bank, Colonel. You need have no uneasiness"

The door opened suddenly and one of the officials of the bank bolted inside, his face as white as death. He started to speak before he saw Brewster, and then closed his lips despairingly.

"What is it, Mr. Moore?" asked Drew, as calmly as possible. "Don't mind Mr. Brewster."

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 fifty thousand dollars," said Moore in strained tones.

"Well, he can have it, can't he?" asked the Colonel quietly. Moore looked helplessly at the president of the bank, and his silence spoke more plainly than words.

"Brewster, it looks bad," said the Colonel, turning abruptly to the young man. "The other banks are afraid of a run and we can't count on much help from them. Some of them have helped us and others have refused. Now, I not only ask you to refrain from drawing out your deposit, but I want you to help us in this crucial moment." The Colonel looked twenty years older and his voice shook perceptibly. Brewster's pity went out to him in a flash.

"What can I do, Colonel Drew?" he cried. "I'll not take my money out, but I don't know how I can be of further assistance to you. Command me, sir."

"You can restore absolute confidence, Monty, my dear boy, by increasing your deposits in our bank," said the Colonel slowly, and as if dreading the fate of the suggestion.

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 was thinking harder and faster than he had ever thought in his life. Could he afford to risk the loss of his entire fortune on the fate of this bank? What would Swearengen Jones say if he deliberately deposited a vast amount of money in a tottering institution like the Bank of Manhattan Island? It would be the maddest folly on his part if the bank went down. There could be no mitigating circumstances in the eyes of either Jones or the world, if he swamped all of his money in this crisis.

"I beg of you, Monty, help us." The Colonel's pride was gone. "It means disgrace if we close our doors even for an hour; it means a stain that only years can remove. You can restore confidence by a dozen strokes of your pen, and you can save us."

He was Barbara's father. The proud old man was before him as a suppliant, no longer the cold man of the world. Back to Brewster's mind came the thought of his quarrel with Barbara and of her heartlessness. A scratch of the pen, one way or the other, could change the life of Barbara Drew. The two bankers stood by scarcely breathing. From the outside came the shuffle of many feet and the muffled roll of voices. Again the door to the private office opened and a clerk excitedly motioned


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 for Mr. Moore to hurry to the front of the bank. Moore paused irresolutely, his eyes on Brewster's face. The young man knew the time had come when he must help or deny them.

Like a flash the situation was made clear to him and his duty was plain. He remembered that the Bank of Manhattan Island held every dollar that Mrs. Gray and Peggy possessed; their meager fortune had been entrusted to the care of Prentiss Drew and his associates, and it was in danger.

"I will do all I can, Colonel," said Monty, "but upon one condition."

"That is?"

"Barbara must never know of this." The Colonel's gasp of astonishment was cut short as Monty continued. "Promise that she shall never know."

"I don't understand, but if it is your wish I promise."

Inside of half an hour's time several hundred thousand came to the relief of the struggling bank, and the man who had come to watch the run with curious eyes turned out to be its savior. His money won the day for the Bank of Manhattan Island. When the happy president and directors offered to pay him an


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Her flesh as tender chicken’s was;

Her blond locks bright as bowl of brass;

Radiant her brow; of arching due

Her eyebrows; and well spaced the two;

Neither too small, nor yet too great

Her nose, but straight and delicate.

No falcon, I would boldly swear,

Hath eyes that could with hers compare.

Her breath was sweet as breeze, thyme fed;

Her cheeks, commingled white and red;

Her mouth a rosebud, and her chin

Well rounded, with sweet cleft therein.

Her tower-like neck, of measure meet.

The purest lily well might beat

For fairness, free of spot or wem.

’Twixt this and far Jerusalem

I trow were found none other such,

So fair to sight, so soft to touch.

Her bosom would outshine the snow

New-fallen, ere it soil doth show;

And all her body formed and knit

So well, as nought might equal it.

Much doubt I, if since Time had birth,

A fairer dame hath trod dull earth.

A chaplet on her brow was set

Of orfreys; never maiden yet

More lovesome looked, and though my days

I spent to sing her beauty’s praise,

’Twere done but insufficiently.

A graceful silken robe wore she.

And on her head a garland bare

Of roses, which the orfreys fair

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 Miss Drew's cotillon was not graced by the presence of Montgomery Brewster. It is true he received an eleventh-hour invitation and a very cold and difficult little note of apology, but he maintained heroically the air of disdain that had succeeded the first sharp pangs of disappointment. Colonel Drew, in whose good graces Monty had firmly established himself, was not quite guiltless of usurping the rôle of dictator in the effort to patch up a truce. A few nights before the cotillon, when Barbara told him that Herbert Ailing was to lead, he explosively expressed surprise. "Why not Monty Brewster, Babs?" he demanded.

"Mr. Brewster is not coming," she responded, calmly.

"Going to be out of town?"

"I'm sure I do not know," stiffly.

"What's this?"

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 "Not asked?" said the Colonel in amazement. "It's ridiculous, Babs, send him an invitation at once."

"This is my dance, father, and I don't want to ask Mr. Brewster."

The Colonel sank back in his chair and struggled to overcome his anger. He knew that Barbara had inherited his willfulness, and had long since discovered that it was best to treat her with tact.

"I thought you and he were—" but the Colonel's supply of tact was exhausted.

"We were"—in a moment of absent mindedness. "But it's all over," said Barbara.

"Why, child, there wouldn't have been a cotillon if it hadn't been for—" but the Colonel remembered his promise to Monty and checked himself just in time. "I—I mean there will not be any party, if Montgomery Brewster is not asked. That is all I care to say on the subject," and he stamped out of the room.

Barbara wept copiously after her father had gone, but she realized that his will was law and that Monty must be invited. "I will send an invitation," she said to herself, "but if Mr. Brewster comes after he has read it, I shall be surprised."


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 Montgomery, however, did not receive the note in the spirit in which it had been sent. He only saw in it a ray of hope that Barbara was relenting and was jubilant at the prospect of a reconciliation. The next Sunday he sought an interview with Miss Drew, but she received him with icy reserve. If he had thought to punish her by staying away, it was evident that she felt equally responsible for a great deal of misery on his part. Both had been more or less unhappy, and both were resentfully obstinate. Brewster felt hurt and insulted, while she felt that he had imposed upon her disgracefully. He was now ready to cry quits and it surprised him to find her obdurate. If he had expected to dictate the terms of peace he was woefully disappointed when she treated his advances with cool contempt.

"Barbara, you know I care very much for you," he was pleading, fairly on the road to submission. "I am sure you are not quite indifferent to me. This foolish misunderstanding must really be as disagreeable to you as it is to me."

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 "I am merely recalling the fact that you once told me you cared. You would not promise anything, I know, but it meant much that you cared. A little difference could not have changed your feeling completely."

"When you are ready to treat me with respect I may listen to your petition," she said, rising haughtily.

"My petition?" He did not like the word and his tact quite deserted him. "It's as much yours as mine. Don't throw the burden of responsibility on me, Miss Drew."

"Have I suggested going back to the old relations? You will pardon me if I remind you of the fact that you came to-day on your own initiative and certainly without my solicitation."

"Now, look here, Barbara—" he began, dimly realizing that it was going to be hard, very hard, to reason.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Brewster, but you will have to excuse me. I am going out."

"I regret exceedingly that I should have disturbed you to-day, Miss Drew," he said, swallowing his pride. "Perhaps I may have the pleasure of seeing you again."

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 was something about Monty's greeting, cordial as it was, that gave the older man a hint as to the situation.

"Won't you stop for dinner, Monty?" he asked, in the hope that his suspicion was groundless.

"Thank you, Colonel, not to-night," and he was off before the Colonel could hold him.

Barbara was tearfully angry when her father came into the room, but as he began to remonstrate with her the tears disappeared and left her at white heat.

"Frankly, father, you don't understand matters," she said with slow emphasis; "I wish you to know now that if Montgomery Brewster calls again, I shall not see him."

"If that is your point of view, Barbara, I wish you to know mine." The Colonel rose and stood over her, everything forgotten but the rage that went so deep that it left the surface calm. Throwing aside his promise to Brewster, he told Barbara with dramatic simplicity the story of the rescue of the bank. "You see," he added, "if it had not been for that open-hearted boy we would now be ruined. Instead of giving cotillons, you might be giving music lessons. Montgomery Brewster will always be welcome in this house


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 and you will see that my wishes are respected. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," Barbara answered in a still voice. "As your friend I shall try to be civil to him."

The Colonel was not satisfied with so cold-blooded an acquiescence, but he wisely retired from the field. He left the girl silent and crushed, but with a gleam in her eyes that was not altogether to be concealed. The story had touched her more deeply than she would willingly confess. It was something to know that Monty Brewster could do a thing like that, and would do it for her. The exultant smile which it brought to her lips could only be made to disappear by reminding herself sharply of his recent arrogance. Her anger, she found, was a plant which needed careful cultivation.

It was in a somewhat chastened mood that she started a few days later for a dinner at the DeMille's. As she entered in her sweeping golden gown the sight of Monty Brewster at the other end of the room gave her a flutter at the heart. But it was an agitation that was very carefully concealed. Brewster was certainly unconscious of it. To him the position of guest was like a disguise and he


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Sourmounted; in her gentle hand

She grasped a mirror, and a grand

Quaint carven comb her tresses held,

While gloves of spotless white repelled

The sun, which fain would kiss her skin.

And lastly, she had ’tired her in

A costly coat of cloth of Ghent,

On which much labour had been spent

In broidering, while her sleeves around

With silken cords were laced and bound.

And when that she her raiment fair

Had donned, and ’tired her golden hair,

The day for her was worn and done,

Nought else had she to think upon.

A joyful time, a pleasant May

Was hers, for care she drove away

And dreamed of nothing, night and morn,

But how her body to adorn.

When thus I saw the garden gate

Unlocked by this most delicate

And winsome dame, her goodlihead

Abashed me, and I gently said

My thanks, and dared to ask her name.

And who she was, and whence she came.

With pleasant mien, in nowise high

Or haughty, made she quick reply:

“My dear companions well express

My name, who call me Idleness,

A rich and puissant woman I,

Passing the time right gleefully;

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 was pleased at the prospect of letting himself go under the mask without responsibility. But it took on a different color when the butler handed him a card which signified that he was to take Miss Drew in to dinner. Hastily seeking out the hostess he endeavored to convey to her the impossibility of the situation.

"I hope you won't misunderstand me," he said. "But is it too late to change my place at the table?"

"It isn't conventional, I know, Monty. Society's chief aim is to separate engaged couples at dinner," said Mrs. Dan with a laugh. "It would be positively compromising if a man and his wife sat together."

Dinner was announced before Monty could utter another word, and as she led him over to Barbara she said, "Behold a generous hostess who gives up the best man in the crowd so that he and some one else may have a happy time. I leave it to you, Barbara, if that isn't the test of friendship."

For a moment the two riveted their eyes on the floor. Then the humor of the situation came to Monty.

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 "I don't understand," and Barbara's curiosity overcame her determination not to speak.

"Don't you remember the picture of the man who was called upon to take his late fiancée out to dinner?"

The awful silence with which this remark was received put an end to further efforts at humor.

The dinner was probably the most painful experience in their lives. Barbara had come to it softened and ready to meet him half way. The right kind of humility in Monty would have found her plastic. But she had very definite and rigid ideas of his duty in the premises. And Monty was too simple minded to seem to suffer, and much too flippant to understand. It was plain to each that the other did not expect to talk, but they both realized that they owed a duty to appearances and to their hostess. Through two courses, at least, there was dead silence between them. It seemed as though every eye in the room were on them and every mind were speculating. At last, in sheer desperation, Barbara turned to him with the first smile he had seen on her face in days. There was no smile in her eyes, however, and Monty understood.


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 "We might at least give out the impression that we are friends," she said quietly.

"More easily said than done," he responded gloomily.

"They are all looking at us and wondering."

"I don't blame them."

"We owe something to Mrs. Dan, I think."

"I know."

Barbara uttered some inanity whenever she caught any one looking in their direction, but Brewster seemed not to hear. At length he cut short some remark of hers about the weather.

"What nonsense this is, Barbara," he said. "With anyone else I would chuck the whole game, but with you it is different. I don't know what I have done, but I am sorry. I hope you'll forgive me."

"Your assurance is amusing, to say the least."

"But I am sure. I know this quarrel is something we'll laugh over. You keep forgetting that we are going to be married some day."

A new light came into Barbara's eyes. "You forget that my consent may be necessary," she said.

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 comes. I am still in the fight and eventually you will come to my way of thinking."

"Oh! I see it now," said Barbara, and her blood was up. "You mean to force me to it. What you did for father—"

Brewster glowered at her, thinking that he had misunderstood. "What do you mean?" he said.

"He has told me all about that wretched bank business. But poor father thought you quite disinterested. He did not see the little game behind your melodrama. He would have torn up your check on the instant if he had suspected you were trying to buy his daughter."

"Does your father believe that?" asked Brewster.

"No, but I see it all now. His persistence and yours—you were not slow to grasp the opportunity offered."

"Stop, Miss Drew," Monty commanded. His voice had changed and she had never before seen that look in his eyes. "You need have no fear that I will trouble you again."


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What rich and costly jewels wear,

How deck my head, and ’tire my hair.

When this is finished then my day

Is ended, and to mirth and play

I give myself. My dearest friend

Is Mirth, and by his side I spend

Long pleasant hours. The Lord is he

Of this fair garden; every tree

From out the land of Saracens

He brought, for well the art he kens

To make his garden a delight,

And as the trees grew strong he dight

The wall around, and caused thereon

Those dreadsome paintings to be done.

Of Sorrow, Hatred, Eld, and Spleen,

Which wending hither thou hast seen.

He cometh here full oft to seek

The pleasant leafy shade, and eke

His followers join him in these bowers,

’Mid mirth and joy to spend long hours

Untouched by care. E’en now I wot

Mirth lounging in cool shade or grot

Listeth the sweet-voiced nightingale.

Merle, laverock, mavis, and wood-wale:

Here with his friends, the long day through.

Sweet solace finds he, for ne’er knew

The world a place that would suffice

Like this for loss of Paradise.

No merrier folk were ever seen

Through earth’s broad borders, as I ween,

Than those whom Mirth doth hither bring

To spend bright days in revelling.”


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 cannot be wholly miserable!" He left Ferdinand at those words, whose sympathizing heart felt deeply for this unfortunate pair, and was not sorry they had resolution enough to avoid a last distressing interview. The following day every thing was arranged for the departure of Eugenia; she seemed to have collected all her fortitude for the occasion, and in the hurry of the moment to have forgotten the sacrifice she had made.

On their arrival at the Monastery, Ferdinand seized a moment to recommend Claudina and his child to her notice, and to request that, as she had promised to write one letter, under cover to him, a week after her residence in the Convent, she would afford him all the information she could gain relative to those dear objects. Father Ambrose being informed of the Lady's arrival soon made his appearance, and, at Eugenia's request, proceeded with her to the Convent, where she was expected. The parting between her and Ferdinand was very affecting:


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Had escaped, continued the corporal, all that time from falling in love, and had gone on to the end of the chapter, had it not been predestined otherwise—there is no resisting our fate.

It was on a Sunday, in the afternoon, as I told your honour

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 He bowed upon her hand; "Adieu, my amiable friend," was all he could utter.

"May Heaven bless you," replied she, "remember our common friend, and may peace and happiness be the portion of both!"

When the gates of the Convent opened, grating on their hinges, and the Porteress appeared, Ferdinand's heart beat tumultuously: "What (thought he) have I a wife, a child, within those walls, and cannot I be permitted to have one look?" At the instant, when he was about to speak, to supplicate the Porteress for permission to see his child, the gates closed, and he remained alone. Throwing a reproaching melancholy look at the building as the grave of his affections, he returned to the Monastery, and obtained an interview with Father Joseph: That good man sought to tranquillize his mind, and promised to enter into a correspondence with him when a place should be fixed on for the conveyance of their letters.


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 In less than an hour Father Ambrose returned, and said he left the Lady apparently much satisfied with her reception and situation. Ferdinand having nothing to detain him, and the time allowing of their return by day-light, he took leave of the Fathers, and to the no small joy of Francis returned to the Castle, where they arrived safely and unexpectedly to the Count, whose anxiety was greatly relieved by the presence of Ferdinand.

The letter which Eugenia left for the Count, it is unnecessary to repeat, as it was only expressive of those sentiments before mentioned, calculated to inspire him with resignation and fortitude.

Mr. Duclos was very urgent with his master to accompany him back, as it would be requisite that he should appear to silence the claims of his relations, and give a sanction to the future proceedings of Duclos, that he might remain unmolested. Ferdinand was of the same opinion, and, after various


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 When the fair Beguine came in to see me.

My wound was then in a fair way of doing well—the inflammation had been gone off for some time, but it was succeeded with an itching both above and below my knee, so insufferable, that I had not shut my eyes the whole night for it.

Let me see it, said she, kneeling down upon the ground parallel to my knee, and laying her hand upon the part below it—It only wants rubbing a little, said the Beguine; so covering it with the bed cloaths, she began with the forefinger of her right-hand to rub under my knee, guiding her fore-finger backwards and


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 consultations, it was settled that the Solitary Castle and Estate should be let, if a tenant could be found for it; that the Count and Ferdinand should return with the steward, and after the former had surveyed his estate, and finished his business with Duclos and the tenants, the two Gentlemen should proceed to Vienna, and attend the opening of the campaign. Mean time workmen were hired to repair the Castle, and render it more habitable. They were under some difficulties respecting Francis; he was too far advanced in life to bear the fatigue of travelling, and if they sent him to the village with a comfortable provision, the natural garrulity of age would lead him to talk of the strange events he had seen and heard of, which, among illiterate and superstitious people, might occasion such fears, and such exaggerations, as would very possibly prove injurious to the disposal of the estate, and the reputation of its owner. Frequent consultations were held upon the subject, and at length Francis was


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 admitted to counsel, and asked how he wished to dispose of himself for the remainder of his days, when secured from future want?

"Ah!" replied he, "I am old and helpless, I have no relations living that I know of, nor any place to go to, except to the village, and I don't care much for any body there. I wish, methinks, I could lie at your Lordship's house with that there Gentleman (pointing to Duclos) he looks so good-humoured, and speaks so kindly; but I must go where your Honours please."

This answer of Francis's pleased the Count. "Well, my friend (said he) you shall then go with us; we will go slowly on the journey to accommodate you; a day or two on the road makes no great difference." Francis was profuse in his thanks, and tears bespoke his gratitude. He assured them of his silence respecting the recent events at the Castle; and now that his own destination was determined on, he exerted all his strength and abilities to assist the persons employed in the repairs.—-


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 Within a few days after this, a respectable farmer offered to lease the estate; terms were soon concluded upon between them, and immediate possession was to be given; they only waited to hear from Eugenia, and at the promised time her letter came.

The contents gave pleasure, surprise and pain; it breathed a spirit of serenity and contentment. She had entered upon the strict observance of the Convent rules; they grew easy and delightful; her mind was more tranquil, her soul superior to earthly considerations, farther than her wishes for the happiness of her friends, of which the Count was the dearest. She had already met with two Ladies who had kindred souls, in whose society she looked forward to much comfort and pleasure. Her friend Ferdinand would not be surprised to hear that one of these Ladies was the person he had requested to see; but she believed he would be astonished to be told that Lady was not Claudina; a coincidence of circumstances had led to a


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 false conjecture on both sides, for the Lady had also been deceived; but it was a certain fact this Lady's name was Theodosia; that she was a stranger to this country, under the most melancholy circumstances from unparalleled ill-treatment, and the child with her was only six months old.—This was all she was allowed to say on the subject, but Ferdinand might be assured, as a solemn truth, that Claudina was not in that Convent, nor ever had been. She then recommended to him an endeavour to banish from his memory a woman he must be assured was unworthy of his regard; nor to waste his time, and ruin his health, in a fruitless pursuit of developing a mystery which could afford him no pleasure: She besought him to attach himself to her dear Count, and in the reciprocal delights of mutual friendship, find that peace and happiness which she daily implored Heaven to bestow on them."

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 in her tranquillity, though it cost him dear; but the surprise and anxiety of Ferdinand cannot be described. He had established it in his mind for a certainty, that Claudina resided in that Convent, and from thence adduced pleasure to himself when Eugenia had readily agreed to go there, from the expectation of obtaining some intelligence of the former through her; astonished indeed he was, and lost in conjecture. He knew Eugenia too well to believe she would attempt an imposition, or be capable of any duplicity under her present frame of mind; yet it was so extraordinary that the message he sent, and the answer returned, should coincide so exactly with his situation, that the more he reflected, the greater was his surprise, and the more severe his disappointment.

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 telligence, had Claudina actually been in the Convent, yet felt additional disquietude from being again in a state of ignorance as to her residence. He now determined to see Ernest, to visit his brother for a few days whilst the Count was settling his affairs at his Castle. This design he communicated to him, and could not be persuaded to relinquish.

Both Gentlemen having written to Eugenia, and the tenant being ready to take possession of the Solitary Castle, within a few days they took leave of a place where the Count had known so much misery. His heart felt comparatively light as he quitted it, and but for the painful separation from his dear and much-regretted companion, he would have left that part of the country with transport. Mr. Duclos, Old Francis, and one servant, attended them; they travelled slowly, for the Count was still weak, and Francis very infirm.

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 the East towards Stutgard, and the other in a direct line to Renaud Castle, a little to the South West of Baden, the Gentlemen halted; the Count once more earnestly pressed his friend to accompany him: "For a few days only shall we be separated," said Ferdinand; "I am mortified that I cannot ask you to my brother's Castle, but an unexpected, perhaps an unwelcome guest, myself, I dare not run the hazard of your reception: If I find a welcome, I will immediately dispatch a messenger to you; if on the contrary I meet neither a brother or a friend, within eight days I will insure to myself the possession of the latter by joining you. Whatever may be my reception, you may depend upon me to accompany you on the earliest notice." Satisfied with this assurance, the Count only requested that the servant might attend him, as he would then have a proper person either to send to him, or to wait upon Ferdinand, when he gave him the pleasure of his company. This friendly desire being complied


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 A typographical error in one of the papers caused no end of amusement to every one except Monty and Miss Drew. The headlines had announced "Magnificent ball to be given Miss Drew by her Finance," and the "Little Sons of the Rich" wondered why Monty did not see the humor of it.

"He has too bad an attack to see anything but the lady," said Harrison one evening when the "Sons" were gathered for an old-time supper party.

"It's always the way," commented the philosophical Bragdon, "When you lose your heart your sense of humor goes too. Engaged couples couldn't do such ridiculous stunts if they had the least particle of it left."

"Well, if Monty Brewster is still in love with Miss Drew he takes a mighty poor way of showing it." "Subway" Smith's remark fell like a bombshell. The thought had come to every one, but no one had been given the courage to utter it. For them Brewster's


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 silence on the subject since the DeMille dinner seemed to have something ominous behind it.

"It's probably only a lovers' quarrel," said Bragdon. But further comment was cut short by the entrance of Monty himself, and they took their places at the table.

Before the evening came to an end they were in possession of many astonishing details in connection with the coming ball. Monty did not say that it was to be given for Miss Drew and her name was conspicuously absent from his descriptions. As he unfolded his plans even the "Little Sons," who were imaginative by instinct and reckless on principle, could not be quite acquiescent.

"Nopper" Harrison solemnly expressed the opinion that the ball would cost Brewster at least $125,000. The "Little Sons" looked at one another in consternation, while Brewster's indifference expressed itself in an unflattering comment upon his friend's vulgarity. "Good Lord, Nopper," he added, "you would speculate about the price of gloves for your wedding."

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 "Well, they swallow them, I've noticed," retorted Brewster, "as though they were chocolates."

Pettingill interrupted grandiloquently. "My friends and gentlemen!"

"Which is which?" asked Van Winkle, casually.

But the artist was in the saddle. "Permit me to present to you the boy Crœsus—the only one extant. His marbles are plunks and his kites are made of fifty-dollar notes. He feeds upon coupons à la Newburgh, and his champagne is liquid golden eagles. Look at him, gentlemen, while you can, and watch him while he spends thirteen thousand dollars for flowers!"

"With a Viennese orchestra for twenty-nine thousand!" added Bragdon. "And yet they maintain that silence is golden."

"And three singers to divide twelve thousand among themselves! That's absolutely criminal," cried Van Winkle. "Over in Germany they'd sing a month for half that amount."

"Six hundred guests to feed—total cost of not less than forty thousand dollars," groaned "Nopper," dolefully.

"And there aren't six hundred in town,"


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 with, they parted reluctantly, both agitated and occupied by unpleasant reflections.

That same evening, at the close of day, Ferdinand reached his brother's mansion.—He rang at the gate, and when the servant appeared, asked, in the same moment as he dismounted, if Count Rhodophil was at home? The man instantly recollected his voice, and drew near to him: "Heavens bless you, Sir!" exclaimed he, in an accent of joy, "how glad I am to see you returned! No, Sir, my master is not at home, but Mr. Ernest is, and he will be joyful indeed." Ferdinand recommended the servant with him, whose name was Anthony, to his care, and took his way to the steward's apartment. Knocking at the door, the old Gentleman bid him "come in."

"An unexpected friend salutes you," said Ferdinand, as he opened the door. The voice announced him, and in a moment he caught the good Ernest in his arms.—Wonder and joy precluded speech, and the


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 large drops run down his cheeks as he pressed the former to his breast.—"My dear, dear master!" he exclaimed.

"My worthy friend!" returned Ferdinand, "you are doubtless surprised to see me; but I seized a favourable opportunity to see my dear boy, and express my thanks to you." He had taken a seat as he spoke, and requested Ernest to resume his: "I have a thousand things to say, and many questions to ask; but tell me, I conjure you, how affairs stand in this Castle; I find my brother is away from home."

"Yes," replied Ernest, "I believe he is on his daily visit to the Lady Bonhorff."

"But," said Ferdinand, "he wrote to me that he was very low spirited, and had some thoughts of travelling; the former you confirmed."

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 lamented "Subway" Smith. "All that glory wasted on two hundred rank outsiders."

"You men are borrowing a lot of trouble," yawned Brewster, with a gallant effort to seem bored. "All I ask of you is to come to the party and put up a good imitation of having the time of your life. Between you and me I'd rather be caught at Huyler's drinking ice cream soda than giving this thing. But—"

"That's what we want to know, but what?" and "Subway" leaned forward eagerly.

"But," continued Monty, "I'm in for it now, and it is going to be a ball that is a ball."

Nevertheless the optimistic Brewster could not find the courage to tell Peggy of these picturesque extravagances. To satisfy her curiosity he blandly informed her that he was getting off much more cheaply than he had expected. He laughingly denounced as untrue the stories that had come to her from outside sources. And before his convincing assertions that reports were ridiculously exaggerated, the troubled expression in the girl's eyes disappeared.

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 the alterations and preparations ordered, and making in the house."

"Most cordially I wish him happiness," said Ferdinand, adding, with a sigh, "May his union prove a more fortunate one than mine has been; at least he will have no act of disobedience to reflect upon, nor be a weight upon his spirits."

"Ah! Sir," cried Ernest, 'there are more causes for being unhappy than one, every man has his share of troubles; but, my dear master, you told me you had found a friend, thank Heaven for that." Ferdinand then briefly mentioned his ramble to the Count's Castle, whom he described as a Gentleman retired from society on account of great misfortunes; but that his arrival had made a change in the Count's sentiments, and they were now going to Vienna to attend the opening of the campaign, and he hoped a friendly intercourse would tend to lighten their mutual misfortunes: "You, my good friend (added he) have it much in your power


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 to alleviate mine, if you choose to do so."—"Pray, Sir," cried Ernest, "don't break my heart by such a reflection; what I have sworn to I must fulfil; and do your faithful servant the justice to believe, that, could I communicate one word of comfort or pleasure, I would not with-hold it a moment; for Heaven's sake therefore cease to think on what is past. Let me tell you that master Charles is all you can wish, and that a day will come when every thing concerning Madam Claudina will be cleared up, although you never will see her more."

"Good Heavens!" exclaimed Ferdinand, "what a torture is suspense! Tell me, however, is she in a Convent?"

"At present," replied he, "she is not; but in a situation equally dead to the world, and to you: But now, Sir, how do you mean to meet your brother?"

"That depends upon him," answered the other; "I come not to ask favours of him, I have a noble friend, who is more than a


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a certain town there lived a shoemaker named Martin Avdeitch. His shop was in the basement of the house, and had only one window, which looked out upon the street. Through this narrow opening he could see only the feet of the passers-by, but by their shoes he could nearly always recognize the wearers.

Martin's business had been long established, and he knew almost every one in the town. There was scarcely any one in the vicinity whose shoes he had not handled one or more times. On some of them he had put new soles, others he had patched in many places, while on many he had put new uppers.

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 brother already; but the voice you mentioned as having alarmed him, that strange unaccountable circumstance, has it disturbed any other part of the family?"

"Never," replied Ernest. "Our master's questions, the night he was frightened, gave some strange suspicions to the servants, which were strengthened by a recollection of the odd occurrences about Madam Claudina; but I endeavoured to dispel their apprehensions by several arguments between jest and earnest, and if they still entertain any doubts or fears, they do not express them openly. Last week, my dear master, I gave a sealed packet into the hands of my nephew, directed for you, with a strict charge never to let it pass his hands until my death, without my consent should be first obtained.

"I mention this for your guide whenever the event takes place that closes all my earthly concerns, and I conjure you, Sir, not to let my nephew be ignorant of your residence wherever you go."


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150 He did good work, using the most durable materials, for which he charged reasonable prices; but, above all, he always kept his promise. If it was possible for him to accomplish a given work by a certain date he would undertake it, but not otherwise. He would never deceive his customers, but would always inform them exactly when their work would be finished.

On account of the good reputation which Martin had thus earned, he always had plenty of work, and was known favorably for miles around.

While still young he was regarded as a good, honest man, and now that old age had begun to creep upon him, he thought more and more about the salvation of his soul and how to approach nearer to his Creator.

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 The spectators, who had watched the proceedings with the greatest interest, pronounced the decision of the sapient magistrates of Hirschberg to be in the highest degree right and reasonable; and of the whole audience, no one was louder in his applause than the good Samaritan who helped the Jew home, and who, having made his way into the thick of the crowd, had manifested huge delight at the way in which matters went from first to last against the poor fellow at the bar, though no one knew better than he the entire innocence of the accused,—seeing that it was he himself, the malicious Rubezahl, who, as we have before intimated, had, unseen of all, put the Jew’s purse that he had taken into the unfortunate tailor’s wallet. With the earliest dawn the Gnome, under the form of a raven, was perched upon the gallows, awaiting with eagerness the fatal procession that was to gratify his revenge so far, and moreover, with a raven’s appetite, well disposed to pick out the eyes of the sufferer for breakfast. But once again he reckoned without his host.

A pious monk, one of those who, out of pure desire to save men’s souls, attend criminals under sentence of death, had found Benedict so deplorably ignorant of all religious matters, that it was impossible to prepare him for death in the short time allowed, and he had therefore obtained for his penitent a respite for three days, though not without a great deal of trouble,


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 This request Ferdinand assured him he would observe. They then entered into a detail of family occurrences, until the bell at the gate announced his brother's return. Ferdinand hastened to the parlour, and there waited the Count's approach, as he supposed the servant would mention his arrival.

CHAP. VIII.IX. [sic]

a few minutes Count Rhodophil entered the room, and with an exclamation of joy embraced his brother, which was as cordially returned. For a moment Ferdinand forgot all past events, and his brother's coolness on former occasions; the seeming since-


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Rh It was Martin's first impulse to send his son to a sister, who resided in a country village; but he afterward changed his mind. "It would be hard," he thought, "for my dear Kapitoshka to grow up among a strange family. It were better to keep him by myself."

Martin left his employer and made a little home for himself and his son. But God had not given him luck with his children, and he feared that Kapitoshka would never reach manhood.

As the boy grew older he was of great assistance to his father, who was happy and proud of him; but before long he took sick, and after one week of suffering he went the way of his brothers and sisters.

Poor Martin, in his despair at the loss of his only son, began to murmur even against the providence of God. He became so despondent that at times he prayed that the Lord might send him death, reproaching his Maker for having deprived a feeble old man of his only beloved child.

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 rity, and warm reception he so little expected, vibrated to his heart, and he felt a true fraternal affection. The Count, after many expressions of joy to see his beloved Ferdinand returned, inquired what had happened to procure him a pleasure so little hoped, though so much wished for? Ferdinand, who had recovered from the momentary transport, was very limited in his confidence, nor gave the smallest hint relative to the story of Count M; he avowed his intention of returning to the army accompanied by that Nobleman, and that the visit, which affection and gratitude demanded at Renaud Castle, was chiefly owing to the design his brother had intimated of travelling, in consequence of indifferent health and bad spirits; he was agreeably surprised (he added) to observe in the Count's appearance no traits of either the one or the other."

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 152 man from Troitzy, once visited Martin. He had been a pilgrim for eight years. While talking with him Martin complained bitterly of the misfortune which had overtaken him, remarking sadly: "I have no longer any desire to live, and I pray that God will soon take me to himself. I am now a man without hope, and life for me is not worth the living."

After listening for some time to Martin's complaint, the old pilgrim said:

"My friend, you should not speak in that way. It is not for us to judge of our Creator's acts. On the contrary, we should submit to the sublime wisdom of God, which is often beyond our comprehension. It is plainly God's will that your son should be taken and that you should be left. It must have been for the best, or it would not have happened. You are in despair because your chief desire in life has been only to seek your own happiness."

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 hold, which will at least suspend, if not entirely supersede any necessity for a journey. In short (added he) I am going to be married, and what will perhaps surprise you, to the very Lady once offered to you, the Lady Amelia Bonhorff! What say you to this, brother?"

"That I most sincerely wish you happy," replied Ferdinand.

"Permit me to observe," said Rhodophil, hastily, 'that you shall not be injured by my marriage; I will still be your banker, and answer all your demands, as I know you are very moderate."

"I am much obliged to you," returned Ferdinand; "but one motive which brought me here is, to thank you for all past favours, and to acquaint you that henceforth I shall make no farther demands on your generosity."

"What do you mean?" asked the other.

"I mean that I have accepted an offer to share the fortune of a friend, not as a dependant, for his soul disdains the idea of


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 Rh "It is necessary that we should live, Martin," replied the old man, "for God's sake. He gave us life, and we should devote it to him alone. When you make up your mind that you will devote your life entirely to him, you will no longer worry about anything else, and everything will be light and easy for you."

After some moments' reflection, Martin said: "But how am I to live in order to devote my life to God?"

"How we should live," replied the old man, "has been explained to us by Christ. Can you read? If. so, buy a New Testament and read it carefully. In it you will find full instructions as to how you should live. In that book everything is explained."

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 conferring favours; but he has given me a title to an independence, that we may be on an equality, and considers himself as the obliged person by my acceptance."

"A rare instance of generosity indeed," cried the Count, much disconcerted; "you are wonderfully fortunate in acquiring such a friend: But, my dear brother, are you well acquainted with the character of Count M, for I suppose he is the man? Are you sure no injurious or unworthy design lurks under the semblance of generosity? He binds you in chains by this free-will offering stronger and heavier far than a state of dependence, which you can at any time reject without reproach; know your man well therefore before you decline the kindness of a brother, and fix yourself the slave of a stranger."

"I thank you for your caution," answered Ferdinand, coolly; "but I do know the man, and can read his heart, where there is neither guile nor duplicity. There are some minds


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 154 became so interested in the wonderful truths it contained and felt such relief of mind that he read it every day. Frequently he would become so absorbed in the book that he would fail to notice that the oil in his lamp had burned low, and even at such times it was only with an effort that he could put aside the sacred volume.

Thus he read every evening, and the more he studied the more clearly was he enabled to understand what God demanded of him, and also how best to devote his life to the Master's use. The knowledge thus gained made his heart much lighter and greatly added to his peace of mind. Formerly, as he lay on his bed, it was his habit to sigh and moan, grieving all the time over the loss of his son Kapitoshka; but now he simply said: "Glory to thee, O Lord! Glory to thee! Thy will be done!"

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 that are superior to falsehood or reserve, such are open to every intelligent person; his is enveloped by no dark schemes, he has no points to carry, no errors to disguise, under a semblance of friendship."

"Well, well," cried the Count, greatly confused, which he sought to hide by a haughty air of contempt, "enough of your faultless man, I wish he may prove a disinterested friend. How long pray may I flatter myself you propose to stay in the Castle?"

"Three days," answered Ferdinand, "if you will permit me to do so."

"Most certainly, if you can spare me so much of your company: I am sorry you will not remain here long enough to witness my nuptials, which will take place within three weeks."

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 Rh ing tea, and he would not refuse vodki (whiskey) when offered to him. He would drink with friends and come out soon after, if not quite intoxicated, yet feeling in a jovial mood. He would frequently talk foolishly, accusing his neighbor of various acts of misconduct and concluding by calling him names. Now, however, a great change had taken place, and his life became calm and joyful. In the morning he started to work, and when he had finished for the day he took his lamp from the shelf and placed it upon the table. He then opened his Testament and began to read, understanding more and more clearly each night the path of duty which lay before him.

It happened one night that Martin read till very late. He had been reading the Gospel of St. Luke, and had reached the following passage in the sixth chapter: "And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also. Give to every


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 sity of my passions. You speak not, you ask not after Claudina, yet surely her strange conduct, her sudden disappearance, must sometimes have a place in your thoughts.—Did you never in my absence make any inquiries concerning her?"

"Why should I?" answered he, in a quick tone, "What expectations could I form, that, if she absented herself from you, any information would be granted to me?—In short, brother, I wish you to forget an ungrateful woman, and therefore I never shall revive the subject." Supper being then announced precluded farther conversation, and Ferdinand retired early to his apartment.

He retired, but not to sleep; a thousand bitter thoughts obtruded to agonize his mind; he had carefully examined Rhodophil; he saw confusion, restlessness and perturbation, in every word and look; there was a mystery hung about him that he could not penetrate; yet he saw enough to convince him there existed no brotherly affection in the Count, and


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 156 man that asketh of thee; and of him that taketh away thy goods, ask them not again. And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise." In addition, he read also the words wherein Christ says: "And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say? Whosoever cometh to me, and heareth my sayings and doeth them, I will shew you to whom he is like: He is like a man which built an house, and laid the foundation on a rock: and when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it: for it was founded upon a rock. But he that heareth and doeth not is like a man that without a foundation built an house upon the earth; against which the stream did beat vehemently, and immediately it fell; and the ruin of that house was great."

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 that he was not a little pleased to get rid of one he considered as a tax upon his honour and generosity. He next reverted to Claudina, then to the voice, which, though he was not credulous in the belief of supernatural missions, yet was it wholly unaccountable in any other light. He passed the night without rest, and when day-light appeared, gladly left his bed, and repaired to that part of the Castle inhabited by Ernest.

The good old man had just opened his window shutters, and was surprised to see Ferdinand thus early, who entered without ceremony, where he could insure to himself a welcome. They had a long conversation, as the Count was no early riser. Ernest mentioned the shepherdess and her father, with whom Ferdinand had passed a night in the cottage under the hanging rocks: The steward had provided them with a safer and a more comfortable habitation, and they blessed the day which brought the strange Gentleman to the side of the rivulet. Fer-


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 dinand declared his intention of going after breakfast to see his son, and of leaving the Castle the following day.

"Will not the Count be displeased that you shorten the time you first purposed to stay?" asked Ernest.

"I believe not," replied Ferdinand; "my preference can give neither pleasure nor information; if he is not sincere in his professions of affection, he will be glad to be relieved from the irksomeness of dissembling, and of beholding a man whose penetration he may fear; if on the contrary, I do him injustice, he can set no value on my company, when he knows I have preferred a stranger, by declining all pecuniary favours, and have consented to owe obligations to another;—thus, every way, he can derive no satisfaction from my being here, and he has sufficient employment in his new prospects to engross all his attention." Ernest subscribed to the justice of this opinion, and Ferdinand soon after attended his brother.


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 Rh thought. He began to view his past life in the light of the words he had just read, and said slowly to himself:

"Have I built my house upon a rock, or upon the sand? It is well if on the rock. Yet it all seems easy enough when you are sitting alone in your room. It then looks to you as if you had done everything that God had commanded: but in the very next moment of forgetfulness you may commit another sin. I shall continue, however, to do as I have been doing, for I feel very happy and hopeful. Help me, O Lord!"

While Martin was thus engaged in thought, he felt that sleep was overtaking him; still he could not bear to close the holy book, and he began to read the next chapter. He read all about the centurion and the widow's son; about the answer given to the disciples of John, and at last came to the passage in which the rich Pharisee invites our Lord to dine with him. He read also the story of Mary Magdalen, who anointed our Saviour's feet with oil, and after


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 158 washing them with her tears dried them with her hair: and he noted how Christ defended her. Reaching the forty-fourth verse he read:

"And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet; but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman, since the time I came in, hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment."

After reading these verses he thought to himself: "Thou gavest me no water for my feet. Thou gavest me no kiss. My head with oil thou didst not anoint."

Again removing his eye-glasses, he placed them on the book and gave himself up once more to reflection.

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 Rh self, wishing to gratify simply my own whims and vanities—how to drink tea in a warm, comfortable room all by myself, instead of inviting others to share it with me. I do not forget myself, but generally fail to remember the needs of others. And who was the guest? The Lord himself! If he had come to me would I have received him in the same manner?"

At this point Martin leaned both his elbows on the table, quite unconscious of how rapidly sleep was overtaking him. Suddenly a sharp cry of "Martin!" roused him from his slumbers, and instantly jumping to his feet he cried out, "Who is here?"

Martin turned around quickly and looked at the door, but no one was to be seen. He again seated himself at the table and was soon fast asleep, when he was once more startled by the words:

"Martin! Ah, Martin! Look to-morrow on the street. I will come."

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 A very general and uninteresting conversation took place at table; both seemed equally desirous of avoiding particular subjects, and when breakfast was over Ferdinand ordered his horse, and set off to see his little boy. The meeting was truly affecting; poor Charles hung about his dear father, and repeatedly cried, "My poor mamma is dead, Yes, indeed, my poor mamma is dead!"—Stung to the heart by the infantile tone of sorrow which accompanied these words, and the reflection that his child was deprived of all those maternal cares so necessary at his early age. Ferdinand could not repress his emotions, but pressed his boy to his bosom, whilst the big drops fell on his face.

Mr. Dunloff, the nephew of Ernest, now entered the room, and relieved both. To him the anxious father recommended his little Charles in the most moving terms, beseeching him to be a father to his child, and to watch over the first dawning of reason, that, as his mind expanded, his ideas might be properly


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 160 slowly from the bench, in great doubt as to whether the words he had heard were real or only the result of a dream. Not hearing the words repeated, however, he decided to extinguish the light and go to bed.

He arose before daylight, and after his usual morning devotions he built a fire in the stove. Having placed water in the samovar and live coals underneath, he prepared his breakfast of cabbage-soup and gruel, after which he put on his apron and took his accustomed seat at the window ready for work.

But Martin could not banish from his mind the occurrences of the previous day. Now he would conclude that he had been only dreaming, and again he would think that he had actually heard a voice calling him. "Well," he said, "such things have really occurred."

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 directed to the practice of truth, humanity, and a proper pride to disdain a mean or unworthy action. "Pardon me, my dear Sir (added he) for presuming to dictate to you, but I am well convinced, that were children accustomed from the earliest dawn of reason to a strict observance of truth, humanity, and generosity; if the virtues were inculcated with the same care, which is generally bestowed to teach them different languages before they are capable of understanding their own properly; if the morals of children were more attended to as the foundation for future improvements, we should see wiser and happier men than are generally met with; but unhappily, in most seminaries for education, the useful is neglected, because the shining, or rather superficial part, is supposed to reflect most credit on the master."

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 Rh approach nearer to the window in order to get a glimpse of their owner's face. Presently the inn-keeper passed in new felt boots, and soon afterward came the water-carrier. There next appeared on the scene an old soldier of the time of Nicholas. He also had on felt boots, but they were worn and old. In his hand he carried a shovel. Martin recognized him by his boots. The old soldier's name was Stepanovitch, and a neighboring merchant had out of charity given him a home and allowed him to assist the inn-keeper with his duties. He came close to Martin's window and began clearing away the snow with his shovel.

Martin glanced at him from time to time, and finally resumed his work.

"See here!" said Martin, "I must be growing foolish in my old age;" and he laughed softly to himself. "Old Stepanovitch comes and clears away the snow, and I at once become impressed with the idea that Christ is coming to see me. Old fool that I am! I must


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 do his duty in the strictest sense of the word, by forming the mind, as well as the manners, of his young pupil, as his reason appeared to expand. "I shall teach him to love me (added Mr. Dunloff) and when I have obtained his affection my work will be very easy, for he will fear to offend."

Ferdinand was perfectly satisfied with this Mr. Dunloff: "Ah! (thought he) here is the counterpart of our good Ernest; my boy, under his care, will prove a worthy man." After spending a few hours with little Charles and his master, Ferdinand tore himself from the caresses of the former, and returned, oppressed with melancholy, to his brother's house.

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 162 surely be in my dotage to imagine such a thing."

Martin had taken a few more stitches, when his curiosity again forced him to look out of the window. What he saw was Stepanovitch, who, having leaned his shovel against the wall, was either resting or trying to keep himself warm.

"He is an old, broken-down man," Martin thought; "and it must be hard for him to do even such light work as shovelling snow. The samovar is already prepared, and it would be only a kindly act on my part to ask him into have some tea."

Martin, after putting aside his work, placed the steaming samovar on the table and (pouring some more water into the teapot) knocked at the window.

The old man turned around slowly and came toward the window. Martin by signs made him understand what he wanted and went to the door to open it, saying: "Come in, my friend, and


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. Have my clothes at the club before seven. Should any letters arrive

. Are you going out? Do not be long.

. How is that?

. You are the most irresponsible man I ever saw. Have you forgotten that María Antonia and Pepe are coming to dinner? And we have asked a few friends.

. Do you know, it had quite slipped my mind?

. Did you plan to dine out?

. Yes, at the club. I have some business with Aguirre and his partner in reference to that affair at Bilbao. I must drop him a line. [To the ] You may wait.

. I hope you are not disappointed?

. No, although I am sorry I did not think of it before. I am in no humor for company this evening.

. We expect only a few—in fact, scarcely any one but the family.

. Who is coming?

. María Antonia and Pepe, Laura, Ramón and Carmen with their daughter, besides Manuel Arenales. I have asked your correspondent's son and his wife, the bride and groom, as well. The dinner is in their honor, so that makes it more formal. I am surprised that you should forget it. 221


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 Rh make yourself warm; for I am sure you must be very cold."

"Christ save us!" said Stepanovitch. "It seems to me as if my poor old bones were breaking with the cold."

Stepanovitch, on entering the room, commenced to brush the snow off his clothes, and afterward stooped down to clean his old felt boots so that he would not soil the floor of the little room. In doing so he staggered from sheer exhaustion and nearly fell.

"Never mind," said Martin; "I will clean the floor afterward. We have other business to attend to now. Come in and be seated and have a cup of tea with me," after saying which Martin poured out two glasses of tea and handed one of them to his guest.

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 grieve at that, they cannot come to me." Then reading on, she again cried out, "My dear Miss Weimer, if you will accept of my sister's protection, it is now at your service: hear what she says, after expressing her regret that I cannot be of her party, "I wish I could meet with some amiable female companion, to take the tour of England with me, there are so few of one's acquaintance that are desirable as intimate friends, that nothing can be more difficult than to obtain such a one as I am anxious to have: young ones we cannot meet with, and I cannot bear the idea of being plagued with the ridiculous fopperies of an old coquet; for I am not yet so much of a French woman as to think there is no difference in ages, and that a fine dressed and high coloured lady, though near to her grand climacteric, shall be indulged in all the expectations of youth and beauty."

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 164 and placing the remains of his lump of sugar on the top, he began to thank his host for the kind treatment he had shown him. But it was evident that the old soldier was not yet satisfied and wanted more tea.

"Drink more," said Martin; whereupon he again filled both glasses, his guest's and his own.

While Martin slowly sipped his tea, his eyes constantly wandered toward the window, and he frequently looked out on the street.

Seeing his uneasiness, the old man asked: "Do you expect any one?"

"Do I expect any one?" replied Martin. "Yes; I expect a visit from a stranger," he said. "But I would be ashamed to tell you who it is I am looking for. Indeed, I am not sure that any one is coming; I am only waiting. But something has occurred which has left a deep impression on my mind. I do not know whether it was a dream or a reality, it was all so strange. It happened this way, my friend: Yesterday I was reading the Gospel of Luke, where it tells


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 otherwise it would be the greatest felicity in the world for me to enjoy your conversation." "I certainly, madam, (answered Matilda) should think my self most fortunate in attending the Marchioness, but indeed my finances are so slender, and the necessaries I have are so trifling that I am unable to take a journey of consequence. When I left my uncle's house I was so entirely ignorant of travelling expences, that I conceived I had plenty of money to last a considerable time, but I find myself much mistaken; my little stock is considerably diminished, and I must try, by my industry, soon to support poor Albert as well as myself." "I am happy, (returned the lady) that I can obviate some of your objections. I have a large store of linen I never can wear in this place; I have a good deal of money by me, for I do not spend half the income allowed me; you must—you shall do me the favour to accept my little assistance, as from a mother to her child, I will not be denied." "Your goodness, madam, (said Matilda) overpowers me, but, alas! poor


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 Rh about Christ and his sufferings, and how he lived while upon earth. Have you heard the story?"

"Yes," replied Stepanovitch; "I have heard it a number of times. But we are a people still lost in darkness. We cannot yet understand."

"Well," said Martin, "that was the story that I was reading yesterday—how he lived while on earth. I read also all about the Pharisee and the way he treated Christ when he went to him, and how he refused him the hospitality of his home. Well, as I read yesterday this very story I wondered to myself why he did not receive Christ with great honor. Let us suppose, for instance, that he should visit me. I would not know how to receive him. But the Pharisee gave him no reception whatever. Well, with my mind still dwelling on the subject I fell into a deep sleep, and while in that condition I heard my name called distinctly. The sound awoke me and I got up. As I did so a voice whispered softly: 'Watch! I will be with


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. The bride and groom? Ah, yes! I remember… I am so sorry.

. Perhaps you will conceal your feelings, as you almost prostrated yourself to entertain them when they first arrived in Madrid; the change would come as too much of a shock—although I never cared for them myself. He seems foolish, and she—well, she is too forward. To convince us that she talks Spanish, she employs the most objectionable language.

. May I have a moment? I have made two slips already…

. I beg your pardon. You should have said so.

. [To the ] Take this letter to the club. Never mind the clothes. Lay them out in my room. [The withdraws] At what hour do we have dinner?

. At half after seven—half an hour earlier than usual, so as to accommodate the young Parisians. In Paris they dine early. When Arenales drops in at about nine, that French girl will say that all Spaniards have bad manners.

. What French girl?

. The bride. A foolish question to ask!

. She is not French. Besides, I consider it bad taste to call people names. No one could be more thoroughly Spanish—she has lived in Paris all her life, so that I find her intelligent, indeed especially delightful.

. I had no idea that you felt so strongly.

. Nonsense. Do we have to go through this all over again?

. All over again? How about me? How do you suppose I feel?

. You are a martyr of course; this is intolerable.

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 difficulty in persevering. He arose at a very early hour the next morning, that he might have an hour's conversation with Ernest.—The good old man deeply regretted the necessity which obliged him to leave the mansion of his forefathers, but in the present state of things he could not urge his stay. The conversation that ensued it is unnecessary to repeat, as it afforded no information to Ferdinand, and consisted chiefly of assurances on the part of Ernest to watch over his interests, and to pay a fatherly attention to his little son.

When the brothers met to take leave, Rhodophil assumed an air of affection and concern, which Ferdinand really felt. He had been for many years accustomed to consider Rhodophil as a brother and a generous friend. The late strange occurrences had deprived him of every comfort, the coldness of Rhodophil, and a suspicion of his duplicity, completed his misfortunes, and obliged him to turn his eyes towards a stranger for


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 166 you to-morrow.' This occurred twice in the same night. Well, my friend, you will scarcely believe me when I tell you that I conceived the idea that the Saviour might really visit me. I reproach myself—and yet I cannot help expecting him."

The old soldier looked long and earnestly at Martin, but only shook his head without speaking. Having finished his tea, he silently turned his glass upside down. But Martin, without asking him if he wanted more, took the glass and filled it again, saying:

"Drink some more tea, Stepanovitch; it is good for you. My friend, I believe that when Christ was here upon earth he loved every one—but especially the poor and humble. It was the meek and lowly he went among. He chose his disciples from the working class, from poor fishermen, and sinners like ourselves. He also tells us that whoso exalts himself shall be humbled, and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted. 'You,' he said, 'call me Lord, and


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 Albert, I cannot forsake him." "Nor shall you, my dear young lady; a faithful servant like him is an acquisition to any family: my sister, I am persuaded, will rejoice to receive him; tell me, therefore, you accept of my proposal, and I will write instantly: we shall then know when it will be absolutely necessary you should join her, that I may not be too soon deprived of the pleasure I now enjoy. I shall leave it to yourself to acquaint her, or not, as you please, with your story, 'tis sufficient I recommend you as a friend of mine." Matilda could form no objection to this 'kind offer in her desperate circumstances; and whilst she amused herself with a book, the lady wrote her letter, and having read it previous to its delivery to Joseph, her young friend exprest her warmest acknowledgments for the favourable manner in which she was mentioned in it. This business settled, the lady took her into the next apartment, the windows of which were also closed. "This room (said she) opens into the garden, where I walk occasionally of an evening,


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 every future expectation of peace and support; but the natural and habitual affection he had so long indulged could not be eradicated entirely, and when Rhodophil embraced him his heart glowed with tenderness. "I leave you, Rhodophil, and perhaps for ever; if I die, remember my child; the prospect that now awaits you, may in a short time inform you, what the feelings of a parent are. May you never experience the agonizing pangs I have suffered; but when you become a husband and a father, think of, and pity me."

His emotions became too powerful to proceed; his brother was still more agitated; with difficulty he pronounced a "farewell," and turned quickly into another apartment. "What! (thought Ferdinand) is he really grieved? Then have I wronged my brother!" That moment Ernest, who had been a distant witness of this scene, observing the looks of Ferdinand, and guessing at his sentiments, drew near to him: "Heavens bless you, my


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 honoured Sir, doubt not of its protection;" adding, in a low voice, "be not deceived by appearances, pursue your plan."—This roused Ferdinand from a momentary self-reproach, and shaking the friendly hand that was humbly extended: "I thank you, my good friend, and will endeavour to deserve your good wishes;" then lowering his voice, "I will remember your admonitions." No more passed; Ferdinand, attended by the servant who had accompanied him, pursued his route to the Castle of Count M, which was about thirty miles to the East of Baden, between that and Stutgard, the capital of Suabia.

The wind was high, and the cold very piercing, which retarded his speed a good deal, and finding it would be impossible to reach the end of his journey that night, they hastened to a small village about twelve miles short of it, and arrived, just as the day closed in, at a mean looking inn, at the extremity of a few scattered houses, and, as they were informed, the only house of accommodation


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 in the village. Here, to Ferdinand's great mortification, he found already accommodated Mr. D'Alenberg, a German Nobleman, his daughter, and several servants; in short, there were already many more persons than could be conveniently lodged in that place, and they were consulting in what manner to dispose of their company, when the arrival of Ferdinand and his servant threw them into fresh difficulties.

The master of the house came out to inform them they could have no room there. A violent drift of snow came suddenly on, the night was dark, and they had a wood to pass through; these circumstances made it impossible to proceed.—"At least (cried Ferdinand) permit me to sit by your kitchen fire; I can be contented without a bed, but to go on a journey of some miles now, you must see, cannot be thought of."

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 what it will." The fall of snow increasing, Ferdinand again applied both to his humanity and interest, and to the latter he spoke so forcibly, that at length he cried, "Well, well, Gentlemen, you must come in, if you insist upon it, the house is too full already, some must turn out somewhere, and you may take your chance with the rest."

Ferdinand hardly attended to the end of this speech, for hastily dismounting he desired the man to take care of his servant and the horses, whilst he made his way to the kitchen, as they called a very miserable small room, already, as the landlord had declared, filled with servants, and two or three other passengers. He had suffered too much from the weather to be fastidious either as to the company or accommodations, and some of the servants observing his situation, and struck by his appearance, drew back, and made way for his advance to the fire.

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 wish for a covering from this dreadful weather, and not to incommode any person."—This address procured him more room, every one seemed ready to give way to a Gentleman so considerate; so true it is, that gentle and complaisant manners, and a conduct free from pretensions and arrogance, are sure to be allowed much more consequence than they give up; for the mind of man, in every situation, naturally revolts against the demands of pride and insolence, but willingly show respect where the manners prove their claim to it, and not the look or tone of assumption.

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. No, I prefer to have you talk—talk all the time, only be direct about it; don't insinuate. I know why you don't like that girl: it is because you think I am fond of her; you think that I am in love with all women.

. Not all women.

. No doubt you would be happier if I possessed the manners of a boor. Laura is the only woman you are willing to receive in the house; in your eyes, apparently, she is perfectly safe.

. You will never fall in love with Laura. She is too fond of you.

. I seem to have heard that story before.

. It is truer than most of your stories.

. Yes, my stories! Don Juan Tenorio! No woman is safe in my hands. Don't you see that your jealousy only makes us both ridiculous? We are not children; I was not a child when I married you—I was a widower when I was a mere boy; I have a married daughter. Nobody imagines that I was looking for a nurse when I proposed to you, like most widowers who have children. If my heart had been so fickle and flighty, why should I have married again? What good would it have done me?

. None; except that you had set your heart on it.

. On what?

. There was no other way with me.

. You could have refused me if that was your opinion of me; you had another way.

. I thought that you loved me.

. Loved you? Don't I love you?

. Yes, you do. It is very easy to love me.

. Why are you so fascinated with the rôle of martyr? Do you think it becoming?

. I don't know; it is very trying. The hardest


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 Ferdinand saw by the pleasure with which this message was delivered to him, that he was indebted for it to the favourable report of the servant; he therefore accepted the invitation without hesitating, and requested that he would permit his servant to occupy some corner of the room with the present company. This desire was readily accorded to, and he was leaving the kitchen preceded by the servant, when he beheld the figure of an aged man in one corner, whose head was supported by a female, but whether old or young could not be discerned, as she was wrapped up in a large cloak, and her head dress was drawn quite over her face.

Ferdinand stopped:—"Is the man ill?" asked he.

"Very ill indeed," was answered in a low, tremulous voice; "but I believe all will soon be over."

"Good God!" returned he, "is he so reduced as to give room for such a supposi-