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Gay, intelligent, volatile, kind-hearted, and surf-bathing, a most exciting pastime, and personal interest almost from the first day hospitable, they lack the strength and back- needing, in a heavy sea, immense nerve and of my arrival. A certain Miss Aurelia Bostbone that characterize the moral energies of skill. The surf-board is a plank shaped like wick, whom time has dragged, much against powerful peoples. This and the delicious a coffin-lid, from six to nine feet in length, her will, to the brink of forty, and who now -climate, which removes inducement to labor, Legions of forms, moulded with the lithe and stands in that unpleasant situation, memori. would seem to solve the problem fully. The sinuous beauty of classic bronzes, are seen ally dressed for sixteen, and with manners great rising industry in the Hawaian Islands sporting in the waves like born denizens of that retrospectively match her costume-this at the present time is the sugar-culture. This the foam. A party of forty or fifty, with engaging virgin at once opens over me the is believed by the wisest of the natives to be their surf-sliding boards, come out from the vials of her most honeyed politeness. But Mrs. the probable instrument of a great revolution dusky throng, and, with much laughing chat- Mackenzie Small's and the elderly Aurelia's in the beautiful island paradise now laboring ter, prepare for the fascinating game of rid- are not the only hands that (in metaphor) under some subtile and nameless blight. No. ing astride the breakers.

squeeze mine with tyrannical cordiality; I where in the world are the conditions so fa- Wading out from rocks on which the sea am at once made to understand that every Forable for raising the sugar.cane. The great is breaking, the islanders push their boards breath breathed within the Retreat is one difficulty now is the heavy tax which protects before them, and swim out to the first line fragrant with the balm of unlimited lovingAmerican sugar, and the lack of a reciprocity of breakers. Suddenly they dive down out kindness, treaty, the principal reason, it is said, which of sight, and nothing more is seen of them Everybody knows how proverbially rainy caused the late journey of King Kalakaua to till their black heads bob up from the smooth the mountains are in summer; but this year this country.

seas like corks, half a mile from shore. Now the month of June is dry to an astonishing Let us glance for a moment at the condi. | the fun commences.

degree, and so I have very few occasions to tions of the sugar-culture in the Sandwich Watching for a very high roller, they leap languish under the affable attempts of these Islands, and journey up to Ouomea in the on from behind, lying face downward on their good people, for pone of whom, it must be Hilo district, the little town which contains surf-boards. As the wave speeds on, and its confessed, I have conceived very strong likthe finest ferns known in the world, and pre- bottom touches ground, the top curls into a ing. Rents the most favorable specimen of the new gigantic comber. The swimmers pose them- “Mrs. Small and I agree in thinking that ndustry.

selves on the highest edge by dexterous you are an out-and-out woman-hater," the The traveler climbs six hundred feet up movement of hand and foot, keeping them. fair Aurelia tells me one morning, just before mountain-side from beautiful Hilo, which selves at the top of the curl, and always I start forth upon my accustomed tramp, bers a lotos-like dream in the arms of seeming to slide down the foaming hillock. sketch-book in hand.

acific, wrapped in umbrageous silence So they come on majestically just ahead of I try to smile reproachfully as I answer : 4. , oeauty. The pure, bracing air tells him the breaker, borne sboreward by its mighty “ Don't make it harder than it is already, a different story from the languid winds, beavy impulse at the rate of forty miles an hour, Miss Bostwick, for me to turn over my new with odors, that murmur below. The deep | yet seeming to have a volition of their own, leaf of . boom of cascades is heard splashing over the for the more daring riders kneel and even hills, and the air is deliciously refreshing. stand on their surf-boards, waving their arms shake of the mature shoulders), “ I'm not goThe plantations here enjoy special advan- and uttering exultant cries. Always on the ing to be humbugged in that style, neither is tages, for the innumerable mountain-streams verge of engulfment by the fierce breaker, Mrs. Small. We both think you shun us. are turned into flumes, and a great part of whose white crest rises above them, just as You can't imagine how disappointing we have the cane and wood is brought down free of one expects to see them dashed to pieces on found it, to hear that a real, distinguished expense; and the labor is performed by na- the rocks, they quietly disappear, and emerge artist was coming to the Retreat, and then tires and Chinese in about equal numbers. again out at sea, ready for another perilous to learn afterward that he is so horribly inOut of two hundred thousand available race on their foaming coursers.

different to everybody." acres on the island of Hawaii, only a fifteenth art is in mounting the breaker at just the This sort of thing does not always confine is under cultivation. Were labor plentiful right time, and to keep exactly on its curl. itself to Miss Aurelia, Sometimes little and duties removed, the soil would yield three The leading athletes are always vociferously | Mrs. Mackenzie Small will do it, waylaying times as much as the State of Louisiana. The cheered by the spectators, and the presence me on staircase, or in hall, or wherever the magnificent climate makes it a very easy of the elite rarely fails to stimulate the swim- tender assault chances to be most convenient. crop to grow. There is no brief harvest-time, mers to their utmost exertions. Even the Through the peril of these harrowing attacks with its frantic rush and hurry, no frost to maidens and old men often join in this na- I manage to pass woundless. Once it occurs render hasty cutting necessary. The same tional amusement. Such is Hawaian life at to me, while Mrs. Mackenzie Small is saying Damber of hands are kept the year through, Hilo.

dangerously fascinating things, that she is and the planters can plant, cut, and grind,

the most superb of subjects for a colorist to simultaneously. The little toy kingdom last

try his skill upon. What opportunity there year exported seventeen million pounds of

AGATHA STODDARD.

is in all this black coquetry of costume, tbis sugar, and the yield might be made tenfold.

sombre excess of ornamentation! I imagine This staple is now the great topic of interest E have grown, by July, to feel our- her billows of crape - trimmed bombazine on the islands, and Hawaii thrills to the cen

selves tried intimates. Everybody changed to the most delicate blue; I transtre at the news of a cent up or down in the knows the sort of compulsory affiliation that form her prodigality of jet beads into stainAmerican market.

lurks in the atmosphere of a small country less pearls ; I turn the jet butterflies in her But the pleasure-loving Hawaian is too boarding-house. I have arrived in June, my- hair to the brilliancy of reality; and all the much of an epicurean, too fond of basking in self, at Mrs. Powerley's Mountain Retreat while I do silent, artistic reverence to the the dolce far niente of a land where mere liv. í (consult, as regards further information, this great powers of color, forgetting the extreme ing is a delight, probably ever to aspire to lady's pretty advertisement in the rather ob- danger of my position, though vagnely conthose higher enjoyments contingent on the scure newspaper where I found it), haring scious that this little widow would probably serere expense of toil, ambition, and self-de-only the most slender of social intentions stamp with rage could she read my actual nial. With an infinite variety of delicious toward my future fellow-boarders, and an iron thoughts. fruits to be had for the picking, as from the resolve to make my portfolio plethoric with One day in early July I learn that the exfabled tree in Mohammed's paradise, an at- industrious sketches; but the general epi.quisite harmony of the Retreat is to be inmospbere of balm, and summer seas where demic of good-fellowship promptly does its creased, very possibly, by two new arrivals. he can happily alternate his amphibious ex- best to secure me for a victim. Mrs. Mac- A father and a daughter are daily expected istence, there is nothing left for him to de- kenzie Small, a diminutive young widow, with to fill the two vacant rooms left by asthmatic sire.

her mourning a sea of black furbelows, and Mr. Peterkin and his devoted spinster-sister Let us stand on the Hilo beach, and wit- her copious hair a receptacle of untold jet I remember carelessly wondering to myself ness an exhibition of the national sport of gevgaws, makes me an object of flattering / whether the female portion of the new arrival

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will in any way surpass the departed Miss that those only would condemn as cold for head past the small, shapely ear, by the royal Peterkin's somewhat frosty charms. A day whom its perfect curves of chin, lip, or nos- right of beauty alone she is one who makes or two later Mr. Albert Stoddard, a widower, tril were upappreciable charms.

her silence felt beyond the speech of many arrives from New York with his daughter. As an artist, I at once become mutely another woman.

After a day of assiduous sketching and enthusiastic over Miss Stoddard's face. I Neither that evening nor throughout the consequent absence from the Retreat, I come cannot help giving it one or two long stares next day does any opportunity occur to me back just about in time to dress for tea. over a parapet of teacup, with an imperti. of any thing resembling a private talk beWhen I enter the dining-room the table has nence whose ästhetic source she is doubtless tween berself and me; but the Stoddards only one vacant place, and this is my own. far from surmising. The more, too, that I bave not been a week at the Retreat before I We sup early at the Retreat, and plenty of scan this face, the more do I become anx- find myself on terms of genial intimacy with mellow afternoon light fills the apartment. ious for some knowledge of its possessor. daughter, no less than with father. The first I bow right and left to familiar faces. Re- | Here, I tell myself, is no ordinary woman; impression that Agatha Stoddard produces proachful glances meet me, on more than a no plant that could properly flourish in any upon me is of her extreme mental strength. single side, whose meaning I have by this conventional “ rose-bud garden of girls ; " no Very soon, however, I find myself silently time grown well able to interpret.

prattling repository of spite, vanity, flirtation, lauding her sympathetic soul, and telling my“ The only unmarried gentleman in the and a rabies on the subject of self-adorn. self that she possesses the sweetest of all house," murmurs a certain stout Mrs. Rankin, Whatever she may be it is something womanly faculties, that of following and whose place is next mine, and who has brought womanly, and modest, and noble. Nature grasping thoughts beyond her real jntellecta little invalid husband into the mountains, sometimes tells sad falsehoods in human ual reach, by the charming mystery which whom she bullies dreadfully. “I declare, countenances ; but here you see clearly that we name intuition. And always within this Mr. Embury, it's quite shameful for you to she sets for you no snare.

rare-gifted girl there seems a sort of quiet have staid away from us all another whole Doubtless the Retreat, considered in a struggle between the forces of intellect and day! Miss Bostwick and Mrs. Mackenzie flesh-and-blood sense, is astonished, not to of feeling Small are inconsolable. No, Lemuel, my say bewildered, a little later, on seeing me “I am made all wrong," she once laughdear” (in sudden address to the little invalid follow Mr. Stoddard and daughter out upon ingly tells me, as we stroll together in the husband on her other side); “no hot biscuits the piazza, and enter into sociable converse elastic morning air toward a delightful waterto-night, my dear. I positively protest, now ! ” with the gentleman. I am the only unmar- fall near the Retreat. “I ought to have been

It is sometimes a matter of interest with ried man in the house, and it is my firm be. colder or else warmer; cleverer or else more me whether, during continually-repeated dis- lief that were I much uglier and more upat- stupid ; larger, mentally, or else smaller." cussions of just this same sort, Lemuel ob- tractive than God has made me, this isolated But the more that I see of her the more tains his hot biscuit or whatever happens to position of bachelorhood must still have found convinced I become of its being just this be the special craving of an appetite immense the smiles and ogles and would-be petting delightful dissonance, so to speak, that and morbid enough to seem the principal dis- by which I am surrounded a doom equally chiefly makes her charming. I am aware, tressing feature of his malady; but to-night unescapable. And so I can aver, without before long, that the entire Retreat is up in my attention is suddenly otherwhere direct being thought conceited, that this little act silent arms against me because of my open ed. Opposite me I discover that the two of civility extended toward the Stoddards af. attentions to Miss Stoddard, and it must be new arrivals are eating their teas.

terward brings down upon Miss Stoddard's admitted that I attach no special weight to The father has, in his day (as we are apt unoffending head the jealous rage of our the wrath of Mrs. Mackenzie Small or the to say of a man evidently sixty), been hand- whole sweetly-benevolent and mutually-lov- rancor of the lovely Aurelia, with her clear some beyond the common. His shape, you ing Retreat, spurred on by the efficient gen- case of spretæ injuria forma. But not until promptly see, is a nice union of grace and eralship of Miss Aurelia Bostwick and Mrs. some days later do I discover how Miss Stodheight; his bald head, full-browed and fine- Mackenzie Small.

dard herself has become an object of univerly-modeled, at once impresses, half from its Unsuspicious of how dreadful an effect sal feminine dislike. One evening, while we noble outlines, and half from the majestic my simple piece of courtesy is producing, I are taking a twilight walk together through way in which it is posed on the broad, com- stand and chat for quite a while with Mr. the slowly-purpling glen in which we pact shoulders. Mr. Stoddard's hair, of Stoddard and his daughter. We principally dwellers, we are discussing friendship, and I which certain vestiges show conspicuously discuss the surrounding mountains, which I tell herabout either temple, is almost pure white, find that Mr. Stoddard has visited many “ It seems to me that you are one who but his heavy mustache is iron-gray, making years ago, and for which, as regards certain would make friends almost wherever you an effect which suggests the powdered heads points of special interest, he preserves cer- choose. Am I not right ? " of old French days, and an effect heightened, tain half-faded recollections that I take pleas- She laughs. “You are very good to say as regards sharp contrast, by the extreme ure in retinting with my own fresh experi. that, aster witnessing my unpopularity at the darkness and brilliancy of the man's eyes. ences. I find this man a most charming per- Retreat; for of course this can't have esFor the rest, there is a jaded look about his son before we have talked ten minutes to- caped you." face that can hardly mean health, though it gether. Verily I am rewarded for my course “Pshaw!" I exclaim. “ These people may be little more than fatigue, and a pallor of mild martyrdom among all the bores, male are not to be considered ! I was not thinking that slightly verges upon a yellowish, sickly and female, who fill the Retreat. Ease of of them, and indeed they're not worth wasttinge.

manner, breadth of observation, unquestion- ing a thought upon." Then, after pausing Decided family resemblance exists be- able refinement, and the fullest graces of for a second, I add: “Surely this isn't the tween Miss Stoddard and her father, and mental culture, all throw across the surface reason, I hope, that you have been so pale yet if it be not in a certain expression of of his conversation their soft flickerings of and out of sorts for a day or two; and tothe eyes, to detine such resemblence is quite suggestion. I begin to perceive that, apart night you look quite strangely worried ! " impossible. Her eyes, however, are wholly from the pleasure afforded by two congenial She starts a trifle. “I, out of sorts, pale, different from his, being of the lightest gray, intellects meeting each other, there is an worried? Do you really mean it? Why and filled with a sort of steadfastly-lustrous equally rare pleasure in the quiet certainty (smiling a softly-brilliant smile), “I was tellfire; but her hair is intensely black and of that you have also met that nameless and un- ing papa only this morning bow wonderful I much seeming abundance, and the contrast explainable product of modern civilization thought this air." thus secured is to me a trifle more striking which we rather symbolize than define by the “ Then I am wrong, Miss Stoddard, and than the similar yet opposite effect of which i vaguely-general term of gentleman.

glad to learn it. But pray give no further I have spoken, in her father's face. More Miss Stoddard does not say much, but thought to your unpopularity. Console yourstriking, for the simple reason that it is less her few words make me wish to hear more self with the truth." usual, and when seen in the case of Miss from her lips. Standing near us, with that “Which is—?" (wbile she dimples pretStoddard, seen combined with a face of pale, exquisitively-carved profile and the richly-tily enough, as if she half scented the coming sculptural regularity, beautiful after a type dusk hair waving off from her pure, pale fore- ! compliment).

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"That you are a pearl before swine. I though quite conscious of the voices them- hadn't put it there herself? She might have am sure that if Mrs. Mackenzie Small ever selves, my mind instinctively pursues got frightened, you know, and" bored you with any of her deadly platitudes course of reflections far more interesting “Very true; but what do you think hapyou would regret baving fallen into her good than it would seem that these unnoticed pened to-night just before tea ?": graces. And as. for Miss Aurelia Bost- murmurings could in any wise be; but sud- “ Haven't an idea." wick"

denly, catching the name of “Stoddard," I Why, I met that thingfor she doesn't I pause here, for while she walks close to at once listen with strained attention. The deserve to be called even a creature in the my side, so sudden and forcible a shiver voice now speaking is Miss Aurelia Bost- upper hall near her room, and the thought passes through my companion's frame, that wick's, and as it progresses I plainly perceive struck ine all on a sudden, you know, and if it almost seems to me like the first symptom that it is quivering with excitement. A pe. I didn't go up to her, as brave as could be, of some acute nervous attack, But her culiarity of the lovely Aurelia's language, and said I, 'Let me show you a pretty presvoice, a moment later, sounds clear and when she is at all excited, consists in an utter ent that I received this morning, Miss Stodsteady.

disdain of all punctuation except a sort of dard, from my friend, Mrs. Mackenzie Small; "Pray don't let us waste words on these reckless semicolon.

she, being in mourning, you know, believes people. I quite share your opinion of them. “I am sure that Margaret told the truth; that such lovely trinkets are best disposed of I don't know why I spoke of them to you." Margaret is an honest girl ; Mrs. Powerley when given to one's friends; isn't it charm

Her voice ends with a plaintively weary says, honest as the sun; she knows all about ing?' and, my dear, I thought she was going intonation that surprises me not a little. her ever since she was a mere child; I missed to faint away, she turned so ghastly pale ; “Let us agree,” I make prompt response, that brooch off my table the day before yes. and then she began to stammer out someto taboo them from our future conversation. terday; of course it was imprudent for me thing about' very pretty,' and a minute later It will be something pleasurable to antici. to leave it there, but then, you know, not a she'd burst into tears." pate."

soul in the house has ever even thought of “Goodness alive! Then there's no doubt." What I have mentioned regarding my locking bis doors this summer, for these “Listen, my dear; said she: 'I took it; companion's changed appearance and man. quiet mountains aren't a bit like any crowded but, ob, please have mercy on me, won't you, ners during the two past days undoubtedly summer-resort; well, I asked Margaret about and not tell anybody; for if you do I prombas struck me more than once, though I have the brooch, and she flushed up so that I sus- ise we shall both go at the end of the week ; attributed it to solicitude for her father, pected her, and made some sharp, suspicious I couldn't help taking it; it's a disease with whose health has hardly altered for the bet- remark, I forget what, when the poor girl got me; and when I came up here I thought I ter since he came among the mountains. very angry, and said she'd seen the brooch in

was cured, indeed I did !!” After she and pass in-doors together and other hands, but she'd never laid the weight “ I'm all in cold chills again !” And, then separate, this evening, I am attacked of a finger on it herself; she'd rather have while shivering, Mrs. Mackenzie Small ratby deep yearnings to inflict upon Mrs. Mac- been killed than done so !"

tles “the bravery of her tinkling ornaments” kenzie Small and the elderly Aurelia some Here follows a little pause, broken by a with noise enough for one of the daughters punishment more summary than chivalrous. certain tinkle as of jet beads one against the of Babylon. “Perhaps she told the truth, At one moment the thought of these creat- other, and a rustling as of voluminous skirts Aurelia. I've heard of such things; there's ures being jealous of a woman so unspeak- with much stiffened undergear.

a word for it a mile long, don't you know ?" ably their superior as Agatha Stoddard fills “Well," questions Mrs. Mackenzie Small, “I don't believe she has any such disease me with the strongest disgust; and a mo- “and what happened after that ?"

at all; but I was somehow sort of touched ment later this disgust becomes amusement, Why, Margaret, after a good deal of then by her tears and her tremblings, and I pure and simple. For in contemplating my- besitation, told me the real truth : she said promised her I'd say nothing to any one-I self as the innocent origin of so mucb ma- she went in that Stoddard girl's room the made, though, a kind of mental reservation levolence - as the human apple of discord morning before—that was yesterday morning, in favor of you; and, ob, I forgot to tell you fung among these rival goddesses at the Re- you know-and Miss Stoddard was there get- that, after she was sure of my secrecy, she treat-I think it may safely be asserted that ting something out of her trunk ; and Mar- was brazen enough to inquire how I found ouly a strong sense of the humor in my situ- garet asked if she could clean up the room, out about the brooch ; but of course I didn't ation assails me, without a vestige of vain- and Miss Stoddard said yes; just then, lo and tell her. Here comes somebody-hush, not glorious self-gratulation.

behold, Margaret happened to cast her eyes a word more at present !” It is an exquisitely fresh evening, and toward the bureau, and there lay my brooch ; The somebody is Mrs. Rankin, the stout after Miss Stoddard has left me to go and find Margaret assured me she would have known lady with the little invalid husband, who enher father, I stroll out upon the piazza with it anywhere, and she knew it then."

ters for no other apparent purpose than to a lighted cigar. A crescent moon of deep More tinkling and rustling.

impart the wholly gratuitous intelligence that warm gold is dropping behind the purplish. “Gracious, Aurelia ! I declare I'm all in she has just “put poor Lemuel to bed, and black wave of a distant mountain, and batlı- cold chills! Go on."

he was so tired with his long ramble this ing the rolling sward of a near valley in the Miss Aurelia, encouraged by this open con- afternoon that he fell asleep like a weary sort of twilight that suggests elves on fern- fession of its perfect success, continues her child as soon as his head touched the pilsprays or visions of the “flickering fairy- narration :

low." circle" as it “wheels and breaks.” With “Well, as I said, the brooch lay on that I move away from the window now; a what majesty of tranquillity these stately thing's bureau as bold as you please, and her strange cold feeling seems clogging my limbs hills are informed! And what presumptuous- back was turned, so she didn't see that Mar- as I leave the piazza - a feeling not born, ness in the Mackenzie-Smalls of humanity to garet had observed it; but presently she got either, of the sharp night - air. Has that bring among their august dominions their up in quite a hurry, Margaret says, drew near woman been speaking the truth ? Can I contemptible spites, greeds, and jealousies ! the bureau, and slipped it into a drawer." doubt her words ? Against these self-quesI take a seat just then within a wicker

My dear, take time. tionings there rises within me, at first, a very chair, four or five of which stand vacant on You're quite excited."

surge of indignant denial. My emotional na

“Excited! I should think I might be ex- ture rushes to check the progress of reflecthe breezy freshness which I myself so enjoy. cited; Margaret can tell you that I felt al- tion, and closes, upon the thought of Agatha Right behind me is a window belonging to a most like fainting away this afternoon when Stoddard's actual guilt, the doors of all reasitting-room, though not the general sitting- she took me into that thing's room while she sonable consideration. Her image starts up room of the Retreat, which is in truth a was having poetry read aloud to her by Mr. before me, chaste, pale, beautiful, as some well-sized but barn-like sort of parlor, most Embury, and opened that identical drawer, sculptured ideal of old, and seeins with its cheerlessly ill furnished. and there the brooch lay!”

visible purity alone to scorn the possibility It is some little space before I think at “Gracious, Aurelia! Are you sure?" of any inward soilure. And it is only when all concerning the clear sound of voices that “Sure of what, in Mercy's name?” a certain recollection assails me that someteaches me through this open window; for “I mean sure, quite sure, that Margaret thing more like tranquillity replaces this ob

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stinate turmoil of feeling. If an insanity be “To-day is a delicious day,” he responds, as well ; and his daughter rarely. But, the terrible explanation of the whole matter, promptly. Why not let us start this morn- whatever either companion says, and whatthis, most surely, is an explanation far less | ing?

ever I myself say, strikes upon my thin mood defiant against probability, and far less re- I readily agree. It is my wish to be alone with too languid a dissonance for memory to pugnant to: my most sacred and steadfast with this man for a few hours. Already we keep record of the process. convictions. Yes, I tell myself, this propo- have become very confidentially intimate, he It is a little after mid-noon when we reach sition may at least be expressed in rational narrating many incidents of his past life as a the glen-a narrow, shadowful pass nestling terms; it is thinkable. Poor girl! if it should lawyer in New York, and I reposing in him between two superb escarpments of densebe true! What a mockery of Nature must not a few of the professional dreams, yearn. foliaged mountain. Masses of hoary rock, then be her strange blending of disease and ings, and ambitions, with which my brotber. | greenly arabesqued with an abundance of health-of horrid infirmity and superb vigor! | hood is sometimes visited. What may he close-growing moss, lie in beautiful turmoil. But I deny any thing more than its bare pos- not tell me, I ask myself, if discreetly ques. about what has once been, doubtless, a turbusibility!

tioned ? For that wave of self-contempt has lent water-course, burrying its white surge I do not see. Miss Stoddard again that passed away, and doubt is once more mani. down to lower valley-lands beyond our own. night. My sleep is far from peaceful. Dreams fest, though far from dominant, within my But now the quietude of these immobile baunt it which I afterward recall with unde- soul.

masses, often water - worn into curves of niable pain; and, during wakeful intervals, I A moment after accepting my invitation perfect smoothness, possesses the charm of find myself remembering every word of our Mr. Stoddard turns toward his daughter. ruined chambers, where dead voices have once last interview, and dwelling with a morbid “ Agatha, my dear, you are an excellent sounded, or dead feet walked; and, if it speaks mental persistence on that part of it which walker. It is only six miles in all, this tramp to the imagination with language only less concerned Miss Bostwick.

to and from the Glen. Why will you not ac- forceful than that which we seem to hear The Stoddards both breakfast late on the company us?”

while watching the stones of some dismantled following morning. I meet them in the main “Very well, papa,” comes the quiet an. fortress or castle, this is solely because it lower hall as they are leaving the breakfast.

“If Mr. Embury will have me." lacks the one sympathetic element always room together.

“You know that I shall be charmed,” is investing the footsteps of an extinct hu. “This is shamefully late for the moun- what I put into words as a reply, but through manity. tains," I reprove, smilingly. “ Shall I shock my breast sharp, dagger-like distrust passes, Everywhere under the noble pines that. you by telling you the hour?”

which also might be put into words thus: thickly border this exquisite glen grow ferns, No, pray don't," answers Mr. Stoddard, “Is he afraid to leave her at home after what in that prodigal profusion which their slim, pleasantly enough ; and then he glances tow. has happened? If not, why should he pro- feather - like delicacy could scarcely make ard his daughter with a look that strikes me pose taking her to-day, when a few days ago wearisome, I fancy, even if we found them as far less composed or careless than cir- he pointedly spoke of our going together, clothing some limitless prairie. Mr. Stod. cumstances would warrant. “We are more without any other companionship ?”

dard seems filled with quiet enthusiasm over blamable, too, for appearing so late, as we We all three start forth about an hour the numberless new and surprising charms have decided to leave by about next Satur- later. As I come down-stairs, attired in my of the place; while his daughter, each cheek day.”

woolen shirt, bearing my great staff, and flushed into softest rose, wanders, with a I feel my color change as these words are baving strapped across my shoulders the childish bewilderment, here and there, gath. spoken, Did not Miss Bostwick state that knapsack which is to bear our dinner, I dis- ers a great cluster of mingled ferns and wildher detected delinquent had promised— ? cover that Agatha Stoddard is standing in flowers, pausing a moment to murmur words

But I break off, as it were, in the midst the hall, and that Miss Aurelia is standing at of pleasure, smiling, lifting both hands in of that mental sentence, and bite my under her side.

graceful rapture, and sending a new pang lip in an access of strong self-scorn. Look- Aurelia's face wears an angry flush that into the concealed torment that I am called ing at this nobly-beautiful creature, whose she tries to make less evident, as I appear,

upon to suffer ! light-gray eyes meet mine with so sweet a by smiling an extremely artificial smile. Mr. Stoddard and I seat ourselves, a little candor in the candid morning sunshine, and Agatha, quite dressed for her walk, looks later, on some shawls spread over the most whose calm curve of brow, over-rippled by paler than I have ever seen her, and the accommodating level of moss-covered rock its dark tresses, would well befit a Pallas; light-gray eyes are shining with a kind of that we can find. Mr. Stoddard's seat is knowing her intellect, her soulfulness, her hard brilliancy. Not even the sound of specially comfortable; it admits, presently, delicate sympathies, her brilliant acquire- either woman's voice has reached me, and of being changed into a sort of Druidic couch. ments, I momentarily despise myself for what yet I know that there have just been words I perceive, a few moments after having lighted seems the flippant insolence of my suspicion. between them, and that they have doubtless my pipe, that his conversation shows certain

“Next Saturday,” repeat, with a sur- ceased speaking because of coming footsteps. drowsy symptoms; and, at length, in the prise of manner that narrowly misses agita- From that moment I doubt no longer. midst of a rather involved and wholly unchartion. Why, that will only leave you two Some mental process takes place within me acteristic sentence, he suddenly lapses into more days. Isn't the resolution rather sud- which I seem best able to express by likening abrupt silence. My face is averted from him, den?"

it to the quiet swinging together of massive for I am watching a trim figure, clad in I address this question to daughter, not doors, or the grating of a key in its lock. I dark-blue, moving hither and thither among to father. The self-contempt of which I have am convinced !

the columnar pines; but turning, as he ceases spoken yet possesses me, and it is a question I pass the two ladies with only this quiet to speak, I see with some astonishment that utterly devoid of suspicion, wholly free from question, addressed to Agatha Stoddard : Mr. Stoddard's eyes are closed, and that he any trapping or detective impulse.

“Is your fatber ready! "

tas dropped into unmistakable slumber. Her face takes a pinkish flush as she an. “Yes," she answers ; he will be here in Scarcely three minutes elapse before Aga-swers me; and there is something about the a moment." Then I move into the dining tha comes quietly strolling in our direction. way in which her eyes restlessly meet and room, with the purpose of having my knap- When she is quite near us her face wears a avoid my own, that I suddenly find myself snck filled by the cold edibles for three, re- rather anxious look, owing, evidently, to her hating to witness.

garding which I have previously instructed discovery tbat her father is asleep. “Papa thinks that, after all, the sea-shore Mrs. Powerley. When I return to the hall, “Do you think it right ? ” she asks, seatmay perhaps be of more benefit to him than Miss Aurelia has disappeared, and Agatha | ing herself near me on a portion of the shawl.. the mountains.”

and her father are awaiting me in the open covered rock. “Is he not in danger of taking I turn toward Mr. Stoddard. doorway.

cold ?" “How about our proposed tramp to Fern I do not think that I recall much of "No," I answer.

“ This rock is quite Glen ?" I ask. “ It was set down for to. what passes, in a conversational sense, until dry, and the sun has been warming it; bemorrow, you know. Shall you feel equal to we reach the glen. Doubtless I am osten sides, he has that shawl under him. And it by then?"

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was not at all overheated on reaching here. side me, bending above her faded ferns, and bles contained in my knapsack, at the laughPerhaps a short map will give him an appe- to tell her of my supreme sympathy, my deep- ing solicitation of Mr. Stoddard, who detite."

ly-commiserating love! What restrains me clares himself gnawed by hunger. With “Poor papa !” (in a very low and sweet from this ?-Is it fear of meeting her cold her the meal is a farce; I see that she voice). “I am afraid the walk has been too rebuff? or is it reluctance to shame her with chokes down the few mouthfuls she takes; much for him, after all."

allusion to an unhappy infirmity - an or- and I, wretched as it seems to me that never “And you are not tired ?"

ganic flaw in what otherwise were so flaw. man was wretched before, do bardly better "Oh, no. I am not easily tired with walk- less—for which she herself can be in no wise justice to Mrs. Powerley's ample provisioning. There are many more spots among these morally responsible ? I cannot answer which

ing. mountains, I suppose, just as lovely as this. { am so sorry,"

know that I sit silent for a number of mo- justifying my words the next-again, regretShe pauses, looks at me swiftly, a little ments longer, and that she is silent as well, ting that our further conversation was in. across her shoulder, and then drops her eyes aad that the pines are sighing faintly on terrupted—and yet again giving silent thanks upon the great bouquet which she is holding. either side of us, with a suggestive wistful- that any worse shame was spared her, it will

“You are sorry for what?" I question, ness by no means lost upon my dreary mood. be understood that I am ill in condition to watching her face steadily.

It is she who at length breaks this si- assume, during the rest of our stay in the I see the infrequent color tinge either | lence, turning the clear light eyes full upon glen, or during our after - walk homeward, cheek very slightly again, as she lifts her

any thing like an easy or tranquil demean. eyes and answers :

“I never knew you so untalkative for and yet I succeed in so conducting my. "I am sorry that we have once more so long a time. Are you having sad thoughts? self as to win no comment from Mr. Stod. changed our minds, papa and I, about leaving I saw you looking quite sad while you read dard, whatever symptoms of mysterious the mountains. Has he not told you ?

a letter last evening; I hope it bore you no change he may privately notice. “No. You have postponed your depart- bad news.”

With Agatha, however, it is wholly differare ?"

I had quite forgotten the letter; but I ent. She moves, speaks, and acts, like one “We have quickened it. We are going remember it now, and with quickening pulses stunned. Her eyes persistently avoid my to-morrow." answer:

fuce. She never once individually addresses I make some few surprised comments and “It certainly did not bear pleasant news.” me after her father's awakening. Mr. Stod. then feel a sickening dejection lay its grasp And now I proceed, speaking nothing except dard repeatedly remarks upon her altered about my heart, its seal upon my lips. Miss plain truth : " A friend of mine, a man whom behavior. Her first reply is that she has a Aurelia has forced them to go sooner; that is I thought of irreproachable integrity, has sudden miserable headache, and all her furwhat her angry look meant, there in the hall; committed one of those business dishonesties ther replies bear upon the same subject of and that explains, as well, Agatha's unwonted from which his name can never recover."

I am glad when we reach home, at expression at the same moment.

She looks interested. " What a bitter about three o'clock in the afternoon, and Heavens!” I tell myself, “among all the disappointment to you!"

separate in the hall. How I hate that lovedistressing failures that Nature makes in I have scarcely thought of the contents of ly glen! How I resolve never to visit it accomplishing her more perfect creations, the letter since a short while after its recep-again while I live! bas there ever been so terrible a satire upon tion, because of weightier trouble by far. The rest of the afternoon, until tea-time, her own powers as when she gave life to But I now answer:

I spend in my own room. Father and daughthis beautiful, brilliant, lovable girl ?”

“Bitter enough! And that word disap- ter both appear at tea. Agatha's eyes We sit for some time in silence. The pointment just expresses my feeling. One scarcely once leave her plate while she is pines near by murmur rhythmically as fitful does so hate to think (for purely egotistical seated. Mrs. Mackenzie Small inquires of breezes move them. Agatha Stoddard seems reasons if no others) that one has been me across the table, with the cbaracteristic closely scrutinizing her ferns, which now be- | throwing away his esteem.”

rattling accompaniment, how I enjoyed my gin drooping into limp litelessness.

Her glance has returned to her ferns walk, and it is by no means easy for me to My own feelings appear a tumult then, while I am speaking, and as these last words give the little lady a civil response. Fortuthough at this later day they yield more are pronounced a quick start responds to nately for my reputation, Miss Aurelia adreadily to the scalpel of analysis. It has them. She does not lift her eyes again, but dresses no remark to me, being only converpossibly been the sharp shock of overhearing speaks in a cold, restrained way, wholly op- sational as regards her immediate surroundMiss Bostwick's words there upon the piazza, posite from her wonted voice.

Mr. Stoddard is his usual affable self, which has first brought the truth of my love “But are you sure that the esteem was all though now and then I see, or else fancy that for Agatha Stoddard out from the vague wasted Haven't you charity enough to I see, a worried look possess his face, as he hues of an attraction, by myself neither al- think otherwiseThe best fruits have some- gives a side-glance toward the pale and lowed nor denied, into the sharper insistent times the deepest flaws. And_and—” (hesi. | crushed-looking Agatha. colors of a vividly-conscious state. But the tating, here, for one slight instant) “are you They leave the table before any one else, moment, so to speak, that my love sprang sure that your friend's misdeed is as black as and I alınost immediately follow them, with into absolute existence it has been called they paint it ? ”

some wild idea of begging her pardon, or at upon to defend its object against a revolting Strong of nerve though I have always least humbling myself in her presence, no doubt; or rather (with the impetuous ideal prided myself on being, I tremble, and my matter how clumsily. izing instinct nearly always inseparable from voice trembles likewise, as these words rush But she is ascending the stairs—has, in what we call love) it has taken up hot arms to my lips:

fact, almost quitted them-when I reach the to prevent reason from ever fostering an You don't know me if you think I have ball. Her father stands near the doorway, idea of such repellent significance. The re- no charity. Indeed, I have much! And however, looking out upon the cool comsalt of this mental contest has been a sort of pity, too! I can pity where others would mencement of twilight, the darkening slopes honorable psychical peace-treaty. Reason condemn and even sneer!”

of rich green, turfy sward, and the slow bas asserted her right to receive the repel- She turns upon me a pair of wildly- brightening of a moon that poises its pearl lent idea, but she has received it under a far

startled eyes,

which tell, almost with the half-globe high above the same mountain in less afflicting form—that of Agatha Stod. | plainness of spoken acknowledgment, that which it seemed to sink last night. dard's probable insanity. Yet Love, if patu- my tones have betrayed me. Just then the “Your daughter tells me that you have rally a defender, is even still more a compas- quiet form at my side moves, and a moment decided on leaving to - morrow," I at once sionater; and Pity, ever the alert vassal of later Mr. Stoddard is asking how long he has open conversation, joining Mr. Stoddard. Love, has set thrilling by her strong touch slept. Meanwhile she is busied over her “Yes,” he replies, “it is true. Agatba what seem like heart-chords over which no ferns again,

ng them with hand that has an idea that the sea-shore will agree bet. emotion has ever swept before. I long to I plainly see is far from steady.

ter with us both. She has gone up to pack, seize the hand of this woman, as she sits be- Not long afterward we spread out the edi- Poor child, she is feeling wretchedly

ers.

now.

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