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in the story of the singing water, if you horizon. Blue as heaven, and soft as clouds, Sylviil smiles; and, without turning her do!"

the nearer ranges stand-serried rank behind eyes from the distant scene, she repeats in “The view is not to be devoured piece. rank, and peak upon peak.

the sweetest tone of her sweet voice: meal,” says Charley, “but to be taken whole The view is so boundless and so beauti.

· Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal -like an oyster—from the top of the knob ful, that the imagination is for a time over

mind, to which we are bound.”

whelmed. Are those sapphire beights the In the hollow lotos-land to live and lie reclined So we go on, with our backs to the glory Delectable Mountains ?-and do those daz- On the hills like gods together, careless of man

kind. which is behind. The ascent of Beaucatcher zling clouds veil the jasper walls of the city

For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts is not difficult. A very excellent road leads of God ? It almost seems so. The sunset

are hurled over it to a highly-cultivated cove in the sky is a miracle of loveliness-of tints which Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds mountains behind, where day begins an hour it would be presumption to attempt to de.

are lightly curled

Round their golden houses, girdled with the or two later, and ends an hour or two earlier, scribe — and the majestic sides of Pisgah

gleaming world.'" than in Asheville. We leave this road at the grow softly purple as the incarnadine glow gap where it crosses the mountain, and fol. falls over its towering pinnacle.

“That was all very well for the gods," a Sylvia, with a

says Eric, “but we bave no nectar, and your rises on the right.

long sigh. She stands like one entrauced, golden house is not yet built, Sylvia ; there-
“One could not easily drive up here," says gazing at the farthest peaks where their blue fore we must go down to supper.”
Sylvia, as we clamber over the rocks,“ but it outlines melt into the sunset gold.

Chorus : “Not yet. Let us stay a little
“I scarcely thought there were so many longer."
mountains in the world,” says Adèle Du- “The enchanted hours of life are short,"
pont.

says Victor Dupont. “Let us enjoy them to
“It is one great charm of the Asheville the last minute."
views,” says Eric, without looking round- “Let me know when the last minute
he is standing in front, with his arms folded comes," says Eric, walking away.
_" that they possess such magnificent ex-

It does not come for some time. We
panse, and all the effect of farthest distance. cannot resolve to break the spell which rests
It is difficult to exaggerate the advantages over us. We talk very little, and that little
of the incomparable situation of the town- in low tones. It is enough to see the splen-
especially in the fact that, although sur- dor of the west grow faint and more saint,
rounded by mountains, it is not overshadowed, while the far, heavenly mountains change
but regards them from a sufficient distance, from blue to tender gray. Suddenly Charley
and a sufficient elevation, to behold them like lifts himself on his elbow and points toward
this."

the east. We turn and see the silver face of “I see several depressions, like gaps, in the full moon rising slowly over the tree-tops the chain," I observe. “What are they?” into the hyacinth sky.

" They are gaps,” Eric answers. “That The appearance of her pale, pure majesty farthest west is the gorge of the French above the chain of hills that stretch eastBroad. Yonder is the Saluda Gap-yonder, ward to the Black, fills our cup of pleasure the Hickory-Nut. Swannanoa is in the east.” to the brim. It is a scene to hold in renem

“Don't let us go home," says Sylvia. brance while life shall last. We linger until

“Let us live in this land of the sky forever. we see lights like stars, gleaming here and
THE ASCENT.
It is enchanted.”

there in Asheville. Then we know that our

“I think it is," says Victor Dupont. enchanted hour has ended. would be quite possible to ride without diffi- “ As a Frenchman remarked of Niagara, At least one enchanted hour,” says Sylculty."

it is 'grande — magnifique very good!'" via, as Mr. Dupont folds ber shawl around “Shall we try it to-morrow, if saddle. says Charley. “Do you mean to live just her, “but I hope that there are many more horses are to be found in Asheville ?” asks here? Shall we build you a cottage, and in reserve for us. Like Moses, I have had a her attendant.

call the hill-to the absurd name of which glimpse of the Promised Land, and now I “I thought we were to return to the Sul. you very justly object— Mount Sylvia ?” shall not be content till I have seen every phur Spring to-morrow," she says, laughing. " The name would suit it very well," I thing that is to be seen.” Eric and I reach the summit first. It is say. “It is sylvan enough.”

Silver lights and dark shadows are lying smooth, level, and green. There is a grass- "No," says Eric, “don't build a cottage on the streets of Asheville when, foot-sore grown fortification where a Confederate bat- here. “Wait until I show you the view from and weary, we cross the large open square in tery was once planted, and close beside it a McDowell's Hill. It is finer than this." the business part of the town, and turn into dead tree that from Asheville, and miles be- Chorus: “Finer than this ! Impossible!” the street which leads to our hotel. To tired yond, presents the perfect appearance of a “Wait and see,” says our leader.

and hungry humanity, the lights blazing out large cross.

But we refuse to entertain such an idea. from the last are more cheerful than the We mount the fortification just as the sun With the enthusiasm of ignorance, we cannot beauty of the great constellations shining sinks behind the distant mountains. At our believe that any thing—not even the view overhead; and, although Eric has made one feet Asheville is spread, but we scarcely glance from the Black Mountain itself-can surpass or two astronomical remarks, we have not at the picture which the town presents, crown- the scene spread before us in softest beauty, paid them the attention which no doubt they ing the verdant beauty of its summer hills, to the farthest verge of the dying day. We deserve. with the fertile valleys of the French Broad sit on the fortification and watch the fires of “ To-morrow night we will go to Battery and Swapnanoa on each side. Our gaze turos sunset slowly fade, and the lovely dusk of Porter and study astronomy at our leisure,” beyond—to the azure world that stretches, far summer steal over the land. Winds laden

says Sylvia. “To-night I shall first do full as the eye can reach, to the golden gate-way with the freshness of the great hills come to justice to the cuisine of the 'Eagle,' then I of the sun-an infinity of loveliness, with the us from remote distances. Venus gleams shall beg Mr. Dupont to play for me the ‘Crasunset radiance trembling on the crests of into sight like a tremulous diamond in the dle Song,' and perhaps a strain or two of more than a hundred peaks. The atmosphere delicate sky. The immense expanse, the Mendelssohn. After that I shall say goodis so transparent that it is impossible to say great elevation, seem to embody at once in. night to everybody, I shall go to bed, and I how far the range of one's vision extends. finity and repose.

shall sleep-like a top!” Mountains rise behind mountains, until they “This is delightful!” says Charley. “We “I thought you would have said like an rzcede away into dimmest distance, their may fancy ourselves lotus-eaters, 'propped on angel," says Victor. trending lines lying faint and far against the beds of amaranth'far above the world.”

“But angels never sleep," says Charley.

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This programme is carried out. After Adèle Dupont is, meanwhile, the centre mathematical calculation known as putting supper the young creole goes to the piano, of a group at the other end of the apart- two and two together. Now, every thing is shrugs his shoulders in expressive disgust She is charmingly dressed, and her plain. “Sunrise — ah!” I say to myself. over its untuned condition, and makes Sylvia gay, vivacious manners have a fascination “ Not difficult to understand what that

which the men surrounding her plainly feel. means !"
Charley is not among them.

Leaving my room, I meet Aunt Markham
have charms to soothe the savage, but not issuing from bers, and as we go down-stairs
the jealous, breast. Some time since he together I tell her of Sylvia's escapade. She
muttered something about smoking, and took is surprised and coneerned.
his departure. In a lull of the conversation “ To mount a strange horse—how rash!
around me, I hear Adèle's light tones ad. She may be thrown—there may be a terrible
dressing her court.

accident — who knows whether Mr. Dupont “What birds of passage you all seem to understands horses ? be! No two of you come from the same “He is old enough to understand them,” point, no two of you are going to the same I say—and just then a cheery voice speaks point. It reminds me of the old nursery

above us: game-'One flew east, and one flew west, and “Good-morning, madame !-good-mornone flew over the eagle's nest.'”

ing, mademoiselle. Ah, what a charming "I wish you would fly with us to-mor- day!—is it not ?-how cool, how fresh, how row," says one of the gentlemen, gallantly. delicious!”

“But with the best disposition in the We glance up. Descending the stairs is world to be obliging, I could not fly with all Madame Latour — Adèle Dupont's aunt — a of you," she answers, laughing.

vivacious lady, with dark eyes, a sallow com

When I retire presently and fall asleep, plexion, and a foot like a fairy. understand that it is only because she desires my dreams are a strange mélange of blue " It is pleasant to think that, while we it that he condescends to touch so poor an mountains and tripping fairies, of Aladdin's have been sleeping, those dear young people instrument. But when he begins to play, he garden-the mineralogy is accountable for have been enjoying the first freshness of this draws forth, even from it, such melody that this—and men in strange guise flying east delightful morning !” she goes on, after we the chattering groups which fill the room are and west and north and south over endless bave returned her greeting. “Chère petite bushed into silence. His sister is right-he peaks. Notwithstanding these freaks of Adèle was so eager about her ride that she is an admirable musician, an amateur evi- fancy, my slumbers are sound and sweet, for must have waked at five o'clock. I saw them dently, but cultivated in taste and technique | Buncombe nights are delicious in their cool. off from my window. Ab, it was heavenly, as few amateurs are. His music is in the ness—nights of which to dream in the heat- the air sweet, the birds singing !—and then I lullaby key which Sylvia suggested — the parched, musquito-haunted low country. returned to bed like a sluggard." " Cradle Song " for which she asked, and I sleep late the next morning, and, when “So Miss Dupont went to ride, al:0," says those exquisite, dreamy nocturnes in which I wake, Sylvia is gone. I rub my eyes and Aunt Markham. "I wonder if there is no German composers excel-until at last he look again. There is no doubt of the fact-danger about the horses? Do you think Mr. turns and asks with a smile if she is asleep. her bed is empty, her boots have vanished. Dupont was quite sure that they were safe ?

“ Not yet," she answers, but, if this She is certainly gone. I gaze around in mute When one gentleman has charge of two lagoes on, I soon shall be. It is like mesmer. amazement. In all the twenty years that I dies" ism."

have had the pleasure of her acquaintance, “Pardon !” says Madame Latour, looking “Before you go,” he says, "listen to what such a thing has never happened before as a little surprised, “but Mr. Kenyon went also. I thought of when we came down that hill. that, of her own accord—without the most He accompanied Adèle. Victor escorted your side this evening with the moonlight and stringent outside pressure — Sylvia should charming niece. Be sure she is quite safe delicate shadows all about us." rise with the lark.

under his protection. He is a dauntless His lissome fingers sweep the keys, and While I make my toilet I wonder what rider,'' etc., etc. the next instant we hear the fairies lightly this strange caprice can possibly mean, and I do not hear the end of the panegyric on tripping over the greensward in the wonder- it is not until I am nearly dressed that the Mr. Dupont, because I am so much surprised ful scherzo of Berlioz's “Queen Mab.” The mystery is solved. Then the door opens, and by this news of Charley. If it is strange that fairy-like measure seems to us—who have so the pleasant, dusky face of our chambermaid Sylvia should have been smitten with a mania lately looked on the scene which suggested appears. She has come to tell me that “thie for the beauties of Nature, sufficient to rouse it to the musician's recollection-filled with gentleman" wants to know if I am ready for her from her slumbers at daylight, what can a double grace and sentiment. Queen Mab's breakfast.

be thought of an indolent gentleman, who court, if we had surprised them at their rev- The gentleman in question is Eric, so I bas consistently and persistently declined to els, could scarcely have charmed us more. reply that I shall be ready presently. “You appreciate those beauties, when he also leaves

When the strain ceases, Sylvia looks at can hand me a necktie," I add ; " and pray, his pillow for the saddie at five o'clock in the the musician with her eyes shining.

Malvina, do you know what has become of my morning ? “Whenever I think of this evening,” she sister?"

We go to breakfast, and are devoting our. says, “ I shall always think of that.”

Malvina is evidently surprised. She pauses selves to beefsteak, hot cakes, and coffee, “And whenever I hear or play it, I shall on her way to the trunk, and stares at me. when the matutinal equestrians make their think of you,” says the young man.

“I thought you would have heard the

appearance. They come in directly from “I am afraid this is going to be a very young lady, ma'am,” she replies, “though it's horseback — the girls still in their habits, serious flirtation," I say to myself, as I walk true she was very keerful not to make a noise loose locks of hair floating, fresh color manacross the room to where Aunt - Markham is to disturb you. I waked her at five o'clock, tling, youth and good spirits in looks, mansitting, trying to look interested in a conver- and she went to ride."

ner, and bearing. They cause quite a sensasation on mineralogy, which Eric is holding " To ride!” I ejaculate. “With whom ?” tion in the large dining-room as they make with a gentleman well known for his devo- “I think she called the gentleman Mr.- their way to our table. Sylvia sits down and lion to that science. I am rather inclined to Mr. Dewpan," answers Malvina.

heaves a deep sigh—a common mode with like mineralogy—at least to the extent of Then I remember that there were signs her of expressing inexpressible feelings. taking an interest in probable diamonds and of a secret understanding between Sylvia and “Oh, it was heavenly!” she saye. emeralds—so, I join the group, and receive a Victor Dupont the night before, and, when “I am hungry as a wolf,” remarks Chargreat deal of information on the mineral they parted, I caught the words “sunrise” | ley. “What will I have?” (to the waiter :) wealth of Western North Carolina, which un. and "Beaucatcher”—but I was too sleepy to Any thing and every thing! When a man happily forsakes me as soon as it is acquired. I give them due weight, or to be equal to that has been riding on an empty stomach fur

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POMPS AND VANITIES.

three hours, he is ready to exhaust your bill. | beautiful tints appeared here and there like “ What insufferable nonsense! How dare of-fare." islands."

you imagine that she is doing either? Can "Mrs. Markbam,” cries Adèle, eagerly, “Pisgah first!” says Sylvia. “ You should she not be civil and agreeable to the young “it was lovely beyond every thing you can have seen how superbly the great crest came man without incurring such suspicions ?” imagine!-Victor, tell tbem all about it! I up out of the mist which still clung around “And can I not be civil and agreeable to am famished.”

the lower heights. Then gradually the other Miss Dupont without incurring ditto ?” “I wonder if she thinks Victor is not mountain-tops appeared, and we saw islands “Of course, if you choose to take that famished, too?" says Eric, under his mus. and continents, diversified by seas and lakes tone about it, there is nothing to be said," I tache.

-all bathed in the most delicious colors!” remark, with dignity, “but, if you think I do However that may be, Victor obeys. Like “I'll tell you what it was like,” says not understand the matter, you are vastly most Frenchmen and people of French blood, Charley, speaking for the first time. “It was mistaken!" he describes dramatically — his dark eyes as if the world was being newly created, and “I don't know that there is any thing to quicken, he uses many gestures.

we saw the water divided from the land." understand,” says Charley, coolly, “except “When we rode out of Asheville," he “And every thing was so fresh!” cries that Sylvia is amusing herself with Mr. Dusays, “it was very early—some time before Sylvia. "The earth seemed, as Charley says, pont, and I am allowing Miss Dupont to sunrise-and the mist, like a white curtain, new made. I don't think I bave ever known amuse herself with me. Voild tout !" wrapped every thing. We knew that this an hour of purer delight than that which we “I hope you are not both playing with would add greatly to the effect if we could spent on Beaucatcher-odious name!”

fire,” I say, vexedly. reach the top of the hill on which we were “Mount Sylvia," says Victor Dupont, with “If are, shall probably be yesterday evening, in time to see the sun a smile.

scorched,” returns Monsieur Imperturbable, rise, so we rode at a brisk pace and soon “Well, Mount Sylvia, then. Even after walking away.

our sea was dried up, the mist of early morn-
ing still wrapped in soft haze the far heavenly
heights of the glorious prospect. Asheville

THE LITTLE JOANNA.* remained submerged to the last, but, when

A NOVEL
finally we saw its green hills and scattered
houses emerge, we turned our horses' heads,
and, piloted by Charley, descended Beau-
Mount Sylvia at the back. The road led us

CHAPTER XV.
down, through a shaded gorge of the hills,
to the valley of the Swannanoa. Oh, if I
could—if I only could tell you of all the
beautiful things we saw! We rave over even-

Not long did Joanna stand thus in rapt ing scenes over the long shadows and west contemplation of her finery, her head drooped ering light-yet how pathetic it is compared

on one side, her finger on her chin, before with the joyousness of early morning! The

Miss Basil appeared in the doorway. effects of light and shade are somewhat sim

She held in her hands the blue ribbon, ilar, but the spirit is so different. If you

from which she was still endeavoring to could have seen the rocks this morning

smooth out the creases, preparatory to the blushing in the sun, the mosses and lichens, delivery of a wise speech in which she meant gemmed with due and hung with fairy-like

to reason with Joanna; but baving caught THE MORNING RIDE.

cobwebs, the ineffable freshness of the whole sight, first of the display on the bed, and landscape-as if Nature had washed her face

next of the great, green box with Lebrun's found ourselves there — mademoiselle and—and then the river, when we reached it,

name in staring capitals, she stopped, dumb

at the first word. myself in advance of Adèle and Mr. Ken- ah!”

What new revelation of Joanna's incomyon.” “Total bankruptcy in the matter of ad

Had she “My horse was slow," says Adèle, “andjectives !” says Eric, aside. “I have been prehensible character was this ? I grew tired of urging him on I knew we anticipating it for some time. What a for

not the promise that a child trained up in should reach there soon enough.”. tunate thing that Miss Dupont's appetite is so

the way she should go, should not depart “We rode up to the fortification," con- excellent, else she would probably take up

from it? Yet here was this child, whom tinues Mr. Dupont. “The east was all aglow the strain and chant for us the beauties of

from infancy she had trained with unsparing with radiance-the most beautiful colors mo- the Swannanoa !”

pains, already departing into the ways of mentarily changing on the sky—and the re- After breakfast I chance to be coming pomps and vanities, and hankering after the flection fell over and gilded the great sea of down-stairs just as Charley is standing alone

state of a fine lady, to which it bad not vapor at our feet, which the wind was gently in the hall, lighting a cigar. I take advan pleased God to call her. It was enough to agitating into billows."

tage of the opportunity to walk up to him, to destroy one's faith in the wisdom of Solo“The resemblance to the sea was perfect," button-hole him, and conduct him into a pri

mon. Her literal mind could never compresays Sylvia, eagerly. “You cannot imagine vate corner. Here I look straight into his

hend that the way in which a child should go any thing more delusive! The waves caught eyes.

must be a way conformed to the just demands the light on their crests, just as ocean-waves “Charley,” I say, “what is the meaning of youthful spirits. When we begin to use do. All below us all over Asheville and of your conduct this morning ? What uuhal

crutches we are apt to condemn dancing. the distant mountains—there was nothing to lowed influence is at work with you? Such a

“Joanna," said she, in a voice hoarse and be seen but this boundless, rippling expanse, thing has never been known before that you

tremulous with indignation and dismay, “I aglow with tints so roseate and so radiant -you should rise at daylight for the pleasure

demand tbe meaning of all this !” that we could only stand and gaze in breath- of riding several miles with a young lady !

“) 'Mela!” cried Joanna, clasping her less wonder. The effect lasted I cannot tell

hands in ecstasy.

“ It means that I am goTell me, honestly and seriously, are you flirthow long, but for some time."

ing, or are you falling in love, with this ing to the dining!” At least half an hour,” says Mr. Du- | girl?”

"You are going to destruction!” cried pont. “Then the sun rose over the hills be. "Women's heads always run on flirting Miss Basil

, remembering the reckless extrav. hind us, and his rays fell horizontally over and falling in love," replies Charley, with an

agance Joanna had been guilty of in buying the shifting sea of vapor. For a minute it air of carelessness. “Suppose I return your

so useless a tbing as a picture-doubtless she was like a vasty deep of molten gold heaving question and ask you whether Sylvia is flirtand tossing at our feet. Then it began to ing or falling in love with Monsieur le Musi

* EXTERBD, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by

D. APPLETOX & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at dissolve, and peaks tinged with the same cien?

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had not paid less than a dollar or two for it. asked, determined to have an explanation of would not have spared invective; but so re“Where is your folly to end ?" she cried, what was inexplicable.

morseless an extravagance as this transported making a dash at the green box. “Have “I suppose it was silly," said poor Joan. her economical spirit beyond all bounds. you been running up accounts, you reckless na, the tears starting to her eyes, “but-why “You surely never threw away five dol. girl? These things must be returned imme- are you so harsh, Pamela ?

lars in that way?” she gasped. “You'll go diately, do you hear? I say, immediately!have I done! It was no fault of mine that headlong to destruction with your imprudent

“O Pamela !” said Joanna, with mingled | Mr. Arthur Hendall carved my name on the waste of money. Joanna, Joanna! What anger, mortification, and reproach. tree."

shall be done to you? Five dollars for a can you go on so ? The grandmamma her- “It was he, then ? " said Miss Basil, her trumpery picture to stick against the wall, self gave these things to me, that I might eyes flashing.

and you so desperately hard on shoes !” make a creditable appearance at her dining “Of course it was," replied Joanna, with “It was my own money,” said Joanna, next Thursday.”

innocent decision; "who else could have sturdily. “Next Thursday ? Next Thursday, child ? done it?"

“So much the worse!” retorted Miss Did I hear you aright?” Miss Basil asked, “And it was my tree, mark you, my tree, Basil, illogically. “Will you never learn to with keen interest. “I wonder Mrs. Basil that I cherished," said Miss Basil, in a chok- husband your resources, foolish child! Don't hasn't named the day to me, and this only / ing voice.

think I shall permit that trash to hang Saturday. But you are dreaming, surely ? " “How can it possibly be your tree, Pa- there!”

“No, indeed !” answered Joanna, shrill | mela,” said Joanna, calmly, “when you have “ Pamela,” said Joanna, deliberately, with exultation; “next Thursday! And,” told me, over and over again, that every "you can't bring back the five dollars that sbe continued, triumphantly, knowing well thing here belongs to Mr. Arthur Hendall ?” way; and, if you do any harm to my picture, that Miss Basil would never oppose “the Miss Basil rose abruptly and walked | I'll go away to foreign parts, and you shall grandmamma's” expressed wishes, “I am to across the room. She did not like the taste never hear of me.” (Joanna had long ago have my skirts a proper length, a demi-train of this fruit of her own planting ; but she discovered that this threat invariably brought -at last !

felt that it would never do to make wry faces Mies Basil to reason.) “ I'll die and be buried Miss Basil should have felt flattered by over it. Returning presently, she asked, not under alien skies, and the place of my-my Mrs. Basil's interest in poor little Joanna, without a touch of scorn :

sepulchre you shall never know !” but she resented it as an injury. “Dear, “I suppose you are flattered by it ?”

“Don't think to prevail with me by such dear, dear,” she said, plaintively, “ Joanna, "I liked it-yes," answered Joanna, slow- idle threats, Joanna," said Miss Basil, visibly how often must I tell you that this world is ly, and coloring.

moved. “It ought to be a matter of princiall a fleeting show? but you never will be- "Joanna," said Miss Basil, under convic- ple with you to deny your eyes the gratificalieve me.”

tion that now was the time for the word in tion of that picture, at least until by perse“No,” said Joanna, sturdily; "not while season, “I am your truest friend, and I tellvering diligence you shall have atoned for you say that, 'Mela." you he means nothing by it."

such extravagance.” “True happiness—" began Miss Basil. “Of course he means nothing by it,” said “ Turn it to the wall, then, 'Mela,” said

" True happiness,” interrupted Joanna; Joanna, in mild astonishment. “How was he Joanna, penitently, “if you think I have “I know what it is; it is going to a dinner- to tell that you cherished that particular

done so wrong." party in a brand-new polonaise. 'Mela, there tree! I am sure I didn't know it. Cutting Miss Basil always felt it to be her duty to are three yards left of that green challis; I my name there is just an empty compliment, preach severe doctrines to Joanna's awakened can have a flounce."

you see, not to be compared to—an eventful conscience. “No, indeed, Joanna," said Miss Basil, present like this lovely polonaise. And if you “I do, indeed, think so," she answered, sternly; "those three yards are to make new are indeed my truest friend, O Pamela, consid- gladly availing herself of the unlooked for waist and sleeves."

er, consider the flounce, and what an advan-permission to turn the picture to the wall. “But I don't want new waist and sleeves; tage it would be.”

“ You have been guilty of criminal extrava. I want a flounce," said Joanna, piteously.

What could a woman like Miss Basil say gance-yes, criminal, for money is a trust, “Your heart is set upon the vanities of to a girl like this? If Joanna could not be whether it be ours in large or in small sums. dress, and I am not going to encourage you," made to see the folly of cutting up for founces If you don't feel your responsibility in little said Miss Basil, resolutely.

the material that had been so carefully saved things, you will never be able properly to ap“But I care a great deal more about the for waist and sleeves (and the child did outpreciate it in great things. Self-indulgence flounce, not having it, than I should if I had grow her things so!), how could she be made will be your bane. Let this be a lesson to it," argued Joanna, not inaptly.

to understand the significance or the insig- you—" “I dare say,” replied Miss Basil, dryly. i nificance of having her name cut in the bark “Now, 'Mela," cried Joanna, with tears in “Here is this ribbon, a new ribbon, wanton- of a tree by a vain and idle young man?

don't! I can't be sorry that I ly abused.” Joanna, who had not noticed “Oh, of course, Joanna," said she, sourly, / bought the picture; no, I am glad, for it the ribbon before, started, blushing vividly. “it is useless to talk common-sense and does make me happy to look at it. Pamela, “Your head is turned,” pursued Miss Basil, economy to a girl that throws away money on can't you see that I must have sometbing to thinking, 0 most lame and impotent conclu. a trumpery picture.”

-to nourish my aspirations ? ” she asked, sion! that she had gained a great advantage. “Trumpery picture!” said Joanna. “Me. pathetically. “ We do need sometbing more “ Your head is turned; and it is not hard to la, you don't know; it is a valuable posses- than food and raiment in this life.” guess who has turned it."

sion. Do you know what I paid for it?" “ Yes," assented Miss Basil, readily Pamela,” said Joanna, with unaffected “More than it is worth, I don't doubt," enough, for the “ spirit of preach innocence, “ if you mean that my head is said Miss Basil, dryly.

strong within, and she could seize any text; turned by the dinner-party, I tied that ribbon Then Joanna began to tremble, and to “steady principles, a sound faith—" on the tree before the grandmamma gave me wish that the picture had not come under “ 'Mela,” said Joanna, with doleful weari. those things.”

discussion just when the green flounce was ness, all that has nothing to do with the But Miss Basil could never understand about to create a crisis.

flounce to my green challis." her. “Why did you tie the ribbon there ?" “What did you give for it?" Miss Basil “I see it is no use talking to you, Joanshe asked, sternly.

asked, laying aside her assumed indifference na," said Miss Basil, with a sigh. “I sup"Mela, you know,” said Joanna, appeal. when she saw that Joanna wished the subject pose you must do as you please when your ingly. Poor child, she hardly knew, herself; dropped.

heart is so set on a thing ; but I hope you'll but some blind instinct of womanhood made “I gave my gold-piece," said Joanna, never regret the flounce." her appeal to a woman's sympathetic intui. rather reluctantly.

That I never will!” said Joanna, posi. tion.

Had she said that she had given but a tively, and springing up with alacrity. “I “Why should you wish to hide your name dollar, Miss Basil, who had made it the study must go at once to work at it.” in that way, you silly child ?” Miss Basil of her life to avoid all useless expenditure, " Joanna, surely you forget,” reinonstrat.

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ed Miss Basil, gravely. “ This is Saturday, attributable to the fact that Joanna would of crushing that billowy enflure, which was, and work like that is no preparation for to- memorize just three times as many lines of in her eyes, the chief merit of her costume. morrow."

her own selection. Although Miss Basil's There was no one to give the gracious fin. “But my week's mending is all done,” taste inclined her to prefer such strains as ishing touches, no one to assure her that all said Joanna, innocently. “Life is but a winter's day, a journey to the tomb,"

was right, no one to take a pride in her ap“I am not thinking of the week's mend

pearance. Poor little Joanna felt this; yet ing, child," said Miss Basil, solemnly, " but

she could tolerate any thing that passed under not to such a degree as to mar her satisfacof the duties of religion.” the name of sacred poetry; and she honestly

tion in the demi-train with the flounce, not“You don't suppose I am going to sew on

thought “the more the better,” particularly withstanding the fact that it did not “hang it to-morrow ? ” asked Joanna, balf ready to in Joanna's case.

evenly,” and was too full here and too scant cry, accustomed though she was to Miss Ba- And Joanna liked going to church, where there; defects that Miss Basil's more skillful sil's opposition to the pomps and vanities. she sat, not in her grandfather's pew, close to

hands might easily have remedied, could she “You might as well sew on it as have the pulpit, but up-stairs in the gallery with have seen how much better a little judicious your head and heart full of it." Miss Basil, who had always sat there in a

interest on her part would bave been for Jo. “Oh, dear, Pamela! don't you see that if

remote corner. Joanna liked going to church, anna than all the lectures on pomps and vanI can just familiarize myself with the-the not so much because it was her one stated

ities she could devise. idea, my head and my heart will both be the contact with the outside world, as because,

Hearing the clock in the hall down-stairs more-discumbered by to-morrow?” asked from her dim corner facing the chancel-win

strike four at last, Joanna concluded that Joanna, imploringly. dow, gaudy with colored glass, she had early

any longer delay in completing her toilet “Ah, child,” Miss Basil answered, with a learned to believe in the church as the gate

would be ipadvisable, and she put on again telling sigh, “what would become of you, I of heaven; and, sitting there, she was think- the lovely polonaise, with many admiring wonder, if I were to leave you wholly to

ing far more in her simple, childlike faith, glances at the glass, and many little earessyour own devices ? ” Joanna thought in her of God and his angels than Miss Basil ever

ing pats of adjustment, that must have been heart it might not be so bad for her, but she knew. But religion was, as yet, only a senti.

the result of a natural instinct, for certainly said nothing; and Miss Basil continued : ment with Joanna, and Sunday was blissful

she had not learned these ways from Miss “ But a day will come—yes, a day will surely chiefly because on that day Miss Basil did

Basil. come, when you'll remember, with tardy not believe in work, and she could be idle

As she was tying her sash, it occurred to gratitude, maybe, how I've carried your way. with impunity.

her suddenly that she might never have so wardness on my heart all these years."

But Sunday passed, and Joanna's thoughts good an opportunity to display certain jewels And without a word of interest in Joan. reverted to the flounce of her green challis. of her mother's, relics of departed grandeur, na's first toilet, she went away in the com. It was for ber an arduous undertaking, yet

that Miss Basil kept under, lock and key. fortable consciousness of having performed she knew that it was vain to expect sympa | Knowing that she would have to contend the her duty unshrinkingly. thy or assistance from Miss Basil, who, in

point, and haunted always by that fear of be“I know what all that means," said poor

deed, was too busy about more important ing late which is the torment of the novice, little Joanna to herself, a tear rolling over

matters to attend to any such trifle. How- she hastened to Miss Basil's room, but Miss her cheek; “ it means that she will pray for

ever, by dint of diligence and perseverance, Basil was not there. She ran, breathless, me at intervals all day to-morrow; but it the demi-train, with its flounce, was finished

down to the dining-room, but Miss Basil was would do me a great deal more good, I should | early on Thursday morning, and Joanna,

not there. Rushing aimlessly through the feel more-Christian placidity, if she would having nothing more to do, beset poor Miss

hall, she encountered old Thurston, who was only help about my flounce." Basil with suggestions about the table, the

waiting to admit the gue This child that Miss Basil had trained so dishes, the silver, the flowers, and even about

“Miss J'anna," said he, with respectful carefully from infancy seemed destined in old Thurston's " deportment."

solicitude, “ef you isn't uncommon keerful, every way to be a perpetual source of sur. Miss Basil was a much-enduring woman, somebody'll tread on your dress and elapse prise and bewilderment to her anxious guar

but her endurance failed at last, and she the gathers.” dian. Whether she went in the way she curtly reminded her officious adviser that it “I shouldn't mind it at all," said Joanna, should go, or whether she departed therewas none of her dinner-party. Joanna had

with a lofty air. Proof so indisputable of from, she was forever doing some unexpected almost fancied that it was, and upon this

the length of her train could hardly fail to thing. The next morning being Sunday, Johome-thrust she returned to cool her enthusi.

give her satisfaction, and she proceeded anna, to the confusion of Miss Basil's private asm with a shower of tears. Why was Pa- | gravely to practise the difficult art of managanticipations, came forward as usual, with mela so unfeeling? Why was she always so

ing her flowing draperies, unconscious that simple, childlike solemnity, to recite the indifferent? Aud poor, harassed Miss Basil

she had Basil Redmond for an amused spec. Church Catechism and a hymn, as she had was asking herself what sbe should do to

tator. been accustomed to do ever since she could shield this thoughtless child from the deceit

He had come early, that he might see remember. ful snares of the world.

Miss Basil before the arrival of the otber But then Miss Basil could not divine how

It would be hard to say which was more

guests—thus far he was willing to make himlittle distasteful this exercise wasıto Joanna,

to be pitied in this state of mutual misunder- self at home at Basilwood-and he was now who had always, happily for her, associated standing, but Joanna had at least this advan

waiting in the sitting-room, the door of which it with the impressions derived from an old tage over Miss Basil: she could forget every

was open, affording him a view of Joanna in pictorial Bible, with its rude engravings of

vexation in the contemplation of the marvel- all her glory. Moses in the bullrushes, Elijah raising the ous puffs of her polonaise.

“But, Thurston!” she exclaimed, sudShunamite's son, Daniel in the lion's den,

denly quitting the contemplation of her trailRuth among the stocks, the Babe in the man.

ing robes, “no one has come yet, I hope ? ger, the Marys at the tomb-pictures that, in

Where is my cousin; I must see her inspite of their crudity, impressed her childish

CHAPTER XVI.

stantly!” heart with a deep sentiment of religion that

“Miss Pamela ? sbe's not come down yet,

ON THE THRESHOLD OF SOCIETY. she, poor child, failed to recognize as reli

and nobody is come except Mr. Redmond, as gion, because it was opposed to Miss Basil's Never had a day seemed so long to Joan- I remember him, a harum-scarum boy to discreed of sackcloth and ashes.

na as that memorable Thursday. The din- appear, and then come back without warnIt was because her Sunday lesson helped ner-hour was half-past five, and she thought | ing, as nobody wouldn't know him, so growed to keep alive these early impressions that the time to dress would never come. At he is" Joanna never was willing to miss reciting last, afraid of being late, she began the prep- “Oh, what do I care for him?" inter. the Catechism and the hymn, more especially | arations for her toilet; but when all was rupted Joanna, with an impatient shrug. as Miss Basil permitted her to select the done, finding that it was but a little past " It's Pamela I want." hymn herself, which unwonted wisdom was three, she carefully undressed again, for fear Just then Miss Basil came down the stairs,

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