who seemed rather a brick in his way. (Freder- and, at eleven o'clock, I walked to our usual ick is particularly low-life in his expressions.) trysting-place, with a beating heart, for I was unSo I reached out some clays and a box of weeds certain whether dear Walter would meet me.and sat Paddy down to them, and asked him if He soon came, however; his dark locks upon his he'd prefer half-and-half to grog. As I imag-head. ined, he voted for a drop o' the crathur; and boiling-water being all handy, he brewed for himself he pressed my hand. "I have been tortured

a pretty stiff glass of my primest whiskey. I saw old Paddy's eyes twinkle as he sniffed the perfume: "Faith," said he, " an' it remoinds me of the air of me own swate Imirald Oil." But the remembrance of private friendship seemed to check the crowding memories of the patriot, for, said Paddy," An' hwhat's yer reply, sir, to me frind's letther?" Well, Paddy had just, with a great display of science, completed the filling of his pipe, and was looking about for a spill wherewith to light it; so I twisted up Mr. Vernon's letter, set it blazing, and gave it to my queer friend Paddy, saying, "There is my answer, Captain O'Bang!"

Papa burst into a laugh as though he enjoyed the anecdote; but I felt quite disgusted with Fred's frivolity and want of feeling, and I did not trust myself to speak.

This is generous! this is noble!" he said, as

with the most agonizing doubts, and racked with the conflicting passions of the most consummate despair! (Dear Walter uses such elegant and heroic language; just for all the world like the lovers do in those nice novels.) "I feared that the painful scene of the evening before last would have alienated your affections, and have caused you to banish from your heart one who confesses that his conduct towards you requires some explanation, although it has been dictated by the deepest and sincerest love."

"It does indeed require explanation," I murmured. "Oh, Walter, how could you-how could you deceive me! How do I know that you would not deceive me in other things besides the w false hair?"

"It was weak, it was foolish in me," said Mr. Vernon, "to allow the sensitive part of my na"Well," continued Fred, (just as though it ture to obtain a momentary triumph over my were well), Paddy did not seem to be at all taken common sense; and my allegiance to you ought aback by this, for he took the paper and applied to have prevented me from practising any deit to his pipe, and when, with one or two puffs, ception towards you, however slight and tempohe had kindled the tobacco into a glow, he threw rary it might be. But, in a moment of weakinto the fire the blazing fragment of his friend's ness, knowing the antipathy that exists in this letter. Then, turning to me, and gazing upon country to hair of a color similar to mine, and me in a remarkable leery way, he deliberately thinking that this antipathy might be entertainwinked his left eye twice, and said, "The poipe ed by you, I determined, for a time, to conceal of peace, me frind! the poipe of peace!" Hav-that despised color of my hair, and to assume ing said which, he plunged his nose into his tum-locks of a more popular hue. I did so, and I bler, and refreshed himself with its contents."

shall ever regret it; but it was love for you, dearest Polly, that prompted me to this conduct.And though you may justly regard it as folly, yet I must beseech you to remember, that when a man is as madly in love as I am, he is not as fully accountable for the wisdom of his actions, as he might be at another time."

"I have often heard, I said, as I smiled sweetly upon my companion, "that love was folly; but, of course I am not wise enough to give an opinion-though, if it is folly to be in love, I am afraid that-I- And there I paused, and modestly hung my head.

"And was that all?" asked papa. "That was all. Paddy said no more about his friend, or his friend's letter, but made himself quite at home, and smoked a great many pipes, and drank a great many tumblers of whiskey, and told me a great many lies-I mean stories about his Irish ancestors, and their Irish estates, and their Irish deeds, and their Irish impudence; and, finally, took himself off in a somewhat fuddled state, after assuring me, with the tears streaming down his cheeks, "that I was a foine fellow-that Ould Oirland would have been proud to have called me her son-and that he "It is a sweet, charming folly," said dear Walwould be deloighted to see me at some outland-ter with enthusiasm; a folly which all the wise ish-named place, for that his harrut warrumed men were guilty of, and from which the sages of towards me." And Paddy tramped down the antiquity were not exempt. The knights of old stairs, where he made a most profound reverence performed their rashest acts in the cause of love; to my clerk, who was just coming up them.-and it was the same tender sentiment that inAnd that was all."

"And quite enough, too," said papa. "I can easily imagine that this Mr. Vernon must have felt excessively chagrined at finding his deception made public; but that he should call upon you to apologize for your accidental discovery of his imposition, is nothing less than sheer impudence which you did well to pass over unnoticed. Help yourself, and pass the decanter."

And thus they dismissed the subject; at least no more was said about it in my hearing, for mamma and I left the dining-room, and I went off early to bed, under the plea of a headache.

The next day was one of our park mornings,

duced me to perform my rash act of concealing from you the real color of my hair. Having, as I described to you, contracted a fever in visiting a rich dependent of my father's, my hair was obliged to be cut off. When I recovered from the fever, my hair had not fully grown; and, as I was about to visit London, and keenly felt the odium in which my colored hair was held by the English ladies, I thought it a favorable opportunity (for our family physician said it was necessary for me to wear a wig for a time, lest I should catch cold, and again bring on the fever)-I thought it a good opportunity to assume a wig of a color that was not despised. I did so; and

you know the consequences. And yet, why worked upon my too-soon-persuaded parents should I not be proud of my hair? its hue was that they informed me it was their wish that all one of the characteristics of my family. My an- intimacy with Mr. Vernon should be dropped cestors, as you are aware, dearest, came from the forthwith, and that the servants had orders to North. There, their hair was a part of their na- say "Not at home" to him and his friend Captain tionality; it was one of their glories, for it proved O'Bang, if they presumed to call to renew the acthe pureness of their descent. My great-grand-quaintance. father's grandfather, the MacVernon Beg, was surnamed Coila Baubeen, or the scarlet-haired warrior; and the peasantry of the Lowlands still sing the ballads that describe his warlike deeds, and the terror that his scarlet hair ever brought to the enemy. His portrait is preserved in our family, and strangers are struck with the great resemblance it bears to me. I feel proud of this -proud of my ancestry!"

"Of course you must be," I said: "it must be charming to have had an ancestor who really lived a long while ago, and had scarlet hair, and was so brave, and was called by such a dear, funny name; it must be delightful! How I should like to see the portrait !"

"And so you shall, some day, dearest Polly," murmured my companion, "for it shall hang in our own house; and I will take you to my ancestor's estates, and you shall hear the Lowland peasants sing of my great-grandfather's grandfather, the Mac Vernon Beg-Coila Baubeen, the scarlet-haired warrior. You will find that they will almost reverence my hair, for they will hail me as the true descendant of my warrior ancestor. And now, dearest Polly, do you forgive me for the foolish little deceit ?"

When they said this, I felt-oh! so like a volcano ready to burst into flames! But I thought it best to smother my indignant emotions, and, without committing myself to any reply or promise, to seek the retirement of my own room, and there commune with myself on what was best to be done. But failing to decide upon any plan of action, I went across to dear Madge, to ask her counsel.

Dear girl! as usual, she made matters clear in a moment, and gave me (I am sure) the very best advice. For she told me, that I ought to know my own feelings best-much better than pa and ma did; and that I ought to pursue whatever course my love prompted me to follow; and that I should not be doing right to Mr. Vernon if I broke off the engagement at the caprice of a third party; and that if we loved each other("If!" as I said; "why, of course we do!"— that was all that we need look to; and that if my parents would not receive me as Mrs. Vernon, no doubt his parents and friends would be very glad to do so; and that I could go and live on his property in the North.

So, as this was what I wanted to be advised, I of course allowed myself to be guided by the dear girl's superior judgment (as I called it), and said that I would follow her advice, and would not consent to cast off dear Walter.

Of course I did! How could it have been otherwise? In fact, now that I had been put in possession of the foregoing facts, I quite grudged that dear Walter should still wear the w-g of As I said to Madge-" Even if papa will not the raven locks, of which I had lately been so give me anything (even his blessing) to marry proud. I saw, in his red hair, a proof of his upon, I shall have quite enough to enable us to high descent-a proof that he was the great- live in a pretty little cottage, because I have got great-(oh, ever so many greats!) grandson of that that five thousand pounds that Aunt Wilmer left dear, romantic old gentleman, the Coila Bau-me; and Walter says, that with that, and the inbeen. How delightful (I thought) it would be to be married to some one who had real ancestors, much more such an ancestor as a Coila Baubeen that they made songs about! I determined that I would get those interesting Lowland peasants to teach me the songs, and that I would play them on their national musical instrument; at least I thus determined, until I remembered that I should, in that case, have to play the bagpipes, which were not adapted for ladies or drawing

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terest or something of the sort, we should be able to live very happily and comfortably for a little while; and that then his property, which somebody has locked up somewhere, will be unlocked, and he will be able to get at it; and then we can take a larger house, and keep our carriage, and have everything nice and proper. But, just at the first, we have both determined that we shall not be above hiring a cab when we want to ride; and that we shall be able to put up with a cottage-of course, a cottage ornee."

In short, how many castles in the air did I not And Madge kissed me, and said, "What a prubuild? In how many day-dreams did I not in-dent little housekeeper it will be !" dulge? I quite forgave dear Walter everything; As mamma knew nothing about my meeting and when we parted, I had promised to love him dear Walter in the park, where she thought I more sincerely than ever. And thus a fortnight walked for my health, I was enabled to see him passed away. there, and to tell him all that had been agreed I never knew whether Frederick discovered upon between me and Madge. He told me that anything about Mr. Vernon's relatives and pro- she had given me the best advice I could have perty. Very probably he never made any dis-had, and recommended me always to fly to her covery at all, but only indulged in groundless and when I was in a difficulty. He then spoke to me spiteful surmises; but he said enough to mamma about my five thousand pounds, and said, that it and papa to poison their minds, and put into was not the filthy dross he looked to, but the their heads the most unjust and unkind suspicions concerning dear Walter; and his insidious remarks, coupled with the disaster that had befallen Mr. Vernon at the Trotmans' party, so

means to supply me with those comforts and luxuries in which I had been brought up; and that, as I had no power over the money until I was twenty-one years of age, we had better defer

our union for four months, until my twenty-first | to the effect, that he presumed the donor of the birth-day had come, when I should be mistress present had "thrown Mr. Vernon over," and had of my own property, and that then we could be usurped his place in my affections, and several united, despite of all opposition.

other remarks of a similarly disagreeable nature. To this I gladly agreed; and Walter then bade From one thing Mr. Joseph proceeded to another, me a fond adieu, for he was going to the North appearing to be quite jealous that I should refor a month, to look after his property; and he ceive presents or attentions from any one, even said, that he thought we had better not corres- from so old a friend of papa's as Mr. Brum was; pond with each other during that time, lest we so I said to him, "I should have thought, Mr. Joshould be discovered. His absence (he said)seph, that I could have accepted a trifle like this would disarm all suspicion, and mamma and without your saying all sorts of unkind things papa would imagine that I had obeyed them; about it!" and then I began to cry - at least I and this would make it all the easier for us af- buried my face in my handkerchief, and sobbed, terwards. So we parted, promising to meet at which did quite as well. that spot on that day month.

I little thought of the cause that would vent me keeping my appointment!

PROVOCATION THE SIXTH.

"I-oh! dear-Miss Polly," cried Mr. Jopre-seph, confused in his turn, and quite grieved at my tears-"I did not mean to hurt your feelings, I only meant (sob) "oh! don't cry, Miss Polly! I'pon my honor, I would n't offend you for the world!" (sob, sob.) 'Oh, Polly! dear Miss Polly! really, now, I care for you more than I do for any one!" (Whatever is coming now? I thought. But I still hid my face in my handkerchief, and pretended to sob). "I-'pon my word, I idolize you, I really do! I (sob) — Í, dear Polly, I love you! 'Pon my word and honor I do! and I should like to marry you."

I never was so provoked in all my life! never, I am sure. That one who had been my bosom friend for years, and to whom I had confided the dearest secrets of my heart, should betray that confidence, is conduct which one might have expected in an ungrateful viper, but not in one of that class which dear Mrs. Ellis so patriotically calls "the daughters of England." But let me explain the cause that led to this sad estrange

ment.

Good gracious! here was an offer from Mr. Joseph. I cannot say that it was altogether an unThough dear Walter was forbidden our doors, expected one, for, even before that evening when yet Mr. Brum (my elderly admirer, as I called he had behaved so disgracefully in the Trotmans' him) still continued to be a frequent guest at orangery, I had perceived that he was rather smitour house; and, one morning, when I was quite ten with me; and I have no doubt but what I might alone, and very busy at my embroidery-frame, soon have led him on to make me an offer (a manhe was turned loose upon me, evidently in a fu- ufactured article, than which none can be more rious state of affection. Although he talked eagerly coveted by young ladies), if I had not about all sorts of newspaper topics, yet I could been too much taken up by my affair with Mr. see that he had something weighing upon his Vernon. But Mr. Joseph's offer had come at last, mind. At length he disburdened himself, by tak-at a time when I was not looking for it. ing out of his pocket a packet carefully screwed I was just considering in what way I had best up in crown paper. It was a jewel-case, contain-reply to him, when he prevented me by saying : ing one of the sweetest lockets, and the tiniest "Dearest Polly, we have known each other ever little wee of a neck-chain, that I think I ever so long; and now it's all off between you and saw! Mr. Brum had, really, not at all a bad taste in jewelery. ·

Of course, I could not refuse his natural request that I would allow him to hang it round my neck, and see how it would look there. So he slipped the chain over my head; and, as he did so, he said, in what he meant to be an insinuating, winning manner,, "May I, MissPolly?" While I was patiently undergoing the ceremony due to him, I heard a noise behind me; and, instantly starting round, whom should I see but Mr. Joseph Whinney, staring like an idiot, as he is! He had the privilege of entrée to our house, and had thus come in unannounced and most inopportunely.

"Good morning, Miss Polly. I am afraid that I am intruding," said Mr. Joseph, though with no more feeling than if he were Paul Pry. Poor Mr. Brum was so dreadfully confused, that, after tumbling out some agitated words about "an important engagement in the city," he made his adieux, and departed.

Of course, the dear little wee of a neck-chain was still where he had placed it, and Mr. Joseph's attention was soon directed to it. The young gentleman was pleased to tender some observations,

that Mr. Vernon, I hope you'll think of me more than you've done lately, and will try to return my love. I do, upon my word and honor!" and Mr. Joseph looked as though he really meant what he said.

Well, I could not love him, at least as long as there was a chance of securing dear Walter; but, as I was not altogether averse to having what is called "two strings to my bow," I thought I would not decisively reject Mr. Joseph, but just give him a little bit of encouragement (it was kind in me to do so, because if I had rejected him, it would have been a great disappointment to him); so I said: "You have taken me so much by surprise, that I can scarcely give you an answer. I can hardly tell what my feelings are towards you. I have so long looked upon you only as an old friend, that I have perhaps never thought of you as being anything more than a friend. This is so sudden, that I can scarcely tell what answer to make to you."

"At any rate, Polly," said Mr. Joseph, who seemed glad to grasp at any straw of hope - "at any rate, you do not reject me?"

"Oh, no, Mr. Joseph," I replied, "I would not be so cruel."

"And in time, perhaps, you will love me as much dear, it will restore you," she pursued the unas I do you," and will take me as your husband?" pleasant theme, and still further lacerated my "Well-in time-perhaps !" I said. "Who poor wounded feelings by the most unjust surcan tell, Mr. Joseph, what time will bring forth?"mises. "Perhaps Mr. Vernon won't come back. "Thank you, Polly!" exclaimed Mr. Joseph, I daresay he has met some one in the North who who appeared to consider my ambiguous reply as will make him soon forget you. I think he liked a full encouragement for him to proceed in his Hyacinth Brown quite as much as he did you," attentions. "I'm so grateful to you-'pon my (cruel girl!). "If you were to marry him, you word and honor I am. For now I shall be able would live unhappily with your parents; and to look forward to such a nice life with you; and that would be very sad. Joe may not be so goodMadge will be so delighted when she hears you've looking as Mr. Vernon, but then Joe might imaccepted me at least you've not refused me, prove his appearance, if he chose to wear a wig" you know; and I think you'll soon love me a (unfeeling girl!). "At any rate, Joe has not got good deal more than you do now, though you do red hair-a color that I know you always detestlove me now, don't you? And I love you ever ed-and what whiskers he has have not been so much 'pon my word and honor I do! And dyed. Joe is a very good brother, and would I hope, dearest Polly, that you'll think of me make you a good husband; and you might do well enough to regularly accept me, and make it, worse, Polly. He is anything but poor" (merceyou know, a real and proper engagement between nary thing !); "and you could live near us, and us-'pon my word and honor I do!" And the we could see each other every day; whereas, if silly goose actually walked away, and only shook you were to go and live in the North, you might hands with me. as well go to the North Pole at once, for all that we should see of you. I should like you to marry Joe, so that you might be near to us" ( selfish "And I should think, Polly, that you will soon make up your mind to have nothing more to do with Mr. Vernon."

As I watched from the window Mr. Joseph's departure, and perceived that he went in a contrary direction to that of home, I just put on my bon-creature!). net and mantle, and ran across the square to tell Madge what her brother had been doing.

She was very much surprised; for she had never thought that her brother's friendship and admiration would have come to anything so definite as a proposal of marriage; indeed, Madge said she had always fancied that he was smitten with Rose Brown. "But I am so glad, dear!" she cried, as she seized my hands and kissed me; "I am so rejoiced that Joe's choice has fallen upon you; because it was always the most darling object of my life to have you for a sister-in-law, and I never thought that there was a chance of my wish being gratified."

"Well, but how can it be gratified?" I inquired, rather surprised; "I can't marry two husbands at least, at the same time."

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No, dear," said Madge; "but now that Joe has proposed to you, I should think you would give up Mr. Vernon."

"And pray," said I, with all the coldness imaginable-for I had dried my tears, and felt dreadfully angry-" and pray, since your advice is so extremely valuable, how would you advise me to communicate this intelligence to Mr. Vernon?"

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Why," replied Madge, who kept very cool and smiling, "you could write to him-civilly, of course" ("Of course," I said,) "and you could tell him that you had discovered that you had mistaken your feelings towards him" ("Yes, oh yes!"); "and that you thought yourself in duty bound to obey your parents' wishes" ("Yes, of course!"); " and that you desired to be thought as nothing more than his friend" ("Yes; anything else?"); "and that you begged to return all his presents-they won't be very weighty, will they, Polly?"

"Give up Mr. Vernon!" I cried, with the I saw that Madge only asked this maliciousgreatest astonishment; "resign dear Walter! ly; because she well knew that dear Walter's onWhy, Madge, whatever are you talking about?"ly present to me had been the lock of his hairWhy, you know, dear," said Madge, quite at least, not of his hair, but of his—yet why descalmly, just as though she was speaking of any cant on these trifles?

common transaction" you know that your "And then," continued Madge, "you should mamma and papa do n't approve of Mr. Vernon; beg of him to return you all your presents and letI am sure that they would be glad to see you mar-ters; because he might bring an action for breach ried to Joe; and so should we." of promise, and your letters would then be read "Why-what," I asked, with gathering anger, out in court, and printed in the newspapers.— "what did you advise me the other day? that Wouldn't that be nice, Polly, to see them in I ought never to give up Mr. Vernon!" print, published free of expense ?-at least free "Yes, dear," said Madge, quite serenely; to you, because your papa would pay the dama"but that was before Joe had proposed. I never ex-ges that Mr. Vernon would gain-unless, indeed, pected that Joe would do such a thing; but now you paid them out of your five thousand pounds; that he has, it has quite altered the question." so I should decidedly stipulate that he must re"Oh Madge! and that you can deceive me turn you all your letters." you who were dear Walter's friend you who were my best adviser, as I thought! Oh! this is more than I can bear! and I burst into (real) tears, partly from disappointment, and partly from

vexation.

"There will not be any cause for that," I said, with a lofty air; "because I shall keep to my promise, and not make a breach of it. I am not quite so silly as to throw over Mr. Vernon for a person like Mr. Joseph Whinney; so don't think it !L

Madge did not seem at all affected by them; for when she had said, "Here's my vinaigrette, You need not speak so contemptuously of

Joe," cried Madge, flying out all at once quite in
a temper; "Joe is far preferable to Mr. Vernon
in every way; and you know for a certainty who
Joe is, and who his friends are, and where he
lives, and what property he has, and all about
him which is more than you can say of that
Mr. Vernon-a person who has deceived you
from the first, with his wigs, and his whiskers,
and his goodness knows what beside. Scorn Joe,
indeed! What next, I should like to know?-
Mr. Vernon is not fit to hold a candle to Joe!"
"I should think not, indeed!" I rejoined,
with contemptuous scorn. "Perhaps you had
better look out for a princess for Mr. Joseph; I
must be quite too humble for such a high and
mighty personage. Hold a candle, indeed! Mr.
Vernon would not honor him by being seen near

and he spoke to me on the subject in rather a severe manner, and absolutely forbade me to meet Mr. Vernon there again; so I was driven to my wit's end to know now we could obtain an interview. But all necessity for any ingenuity in contriving a meeting was set at rest, by papa fixing to take ma and me to Baymouth, for six weeks sea-side-ing; and now I was almost fran tic at the impossibility (as I thought) of letting dear Walter know my whereabouts. As I was unable to go to the park, and see whether he had returned to London, I made a confidante of our maid Sarah, on whose secrecy I knew I could depend, and contrived to send her in my stead. She met Mr. Vernon, who had returned, and had been to the trysting-place once before, and was upon tenterhooks at my absence. But Sarah explained how I was situated, through Madge's perWell, from one word we got to another, until fidy, and Mr. Joseph's proposal of marriage; and we ended in a downright quarrel, and I abruptly Walter agreed to write a note to me, under cover left the house, after telling Madge that she had to Sarah. This he did, and more than one note destroyed all my love and affection for her, and passed between us. It was finally arranged that that we could never, never be friends again. he should follow me to Baymouth, where he Oh, Walter! this was not the least of the prov-could manage to keep out of mamma's notice ocations that my love had to suffer on thy ac- (who is very shortsighted), and yet be able to count; but for thy sake I could endure anything, meet me; and from whence we could be secretly even the estrangement of my oldest friend. married.

him !"

PROVOCATION THE SEVENTH.

I NEVER Was so provoked in all my life! never, I am sure. After all the trouble we had taken to keep our plans a perfect secret, it was excessively provoking to have them so nearly discovered by that very disagreeable adventure, which- However, perhaps I had better de

scribe it.

For so we had resolved. I should then be twenty-one, and mistress of my own property, which would be sufficient to support us until dear Walter came into his property (his father, he told me, was in a very infirm state), and until ma and pa were reconciled to us-which, of course, they soon would be, although, just at first, they might feel a bit displeased. How gladly I prepared for my visit to Baymouth! In consequence of dear Walter's unavoidable When mamma said to papa, "How pleased Pol absence from London, on a visit to his paternally seems at the thought of the sea-bathing!" she estates in the North, mamma's suspicions con- little imagined into what I was about to plunge, cerning him were allayed, and she fancied that and she little fancied the cause of my buoyant he had disappeared, never to appear again in our spirits. I took almost all my wardrobe, even one family circle. It suited my purpose to let mam- or two of my winter-dresses; for, as I said to ma continue under this delusion; and as Fredma, "we ought to be prepared for all sorts of had ascertained that Mr. Vernon had really left weather, for when it is rough at the sea-side, it is town, and that Captain O'Bang had accompanied so very cold!" When mamma saw me packing him, he ceased to make unkind remarks about up my things, little did she think that I was prethem. And thus everything went on smooth and paring my trousseau. amicably, even with regard to Madge; but it was a very hollow peace that had been patched up between us, and we were only outwardly civil to each other, and were no longer the friends we had once been.

Papa took us to Baymouth, but only staid three days with us, and, indeed, did not come to us any more, except just for the Sundays; and, as Mr. Fred only favored us with his company on these occasions-when, of course, dear Walter kept very snug, and out of the way-we man. aged beautifully. Mamma is inclined to embon

when she might have otherwise gone on foot. She was not, therefore, a very good walker, and was satisfied with a promenade on the pier, or a short stroll on the beach; but she was desirous that I should extend my rambles, and derive all possible benefit from the sea air. So she used to order me out for a two or three hours' constitu tional walk, under the escort of Sarah, during which time she would sit about on the pier, reading the last new novel, or the religious publications which the Rev. Mr. Goole regularly for

Dear Walter was detained in the North longer than he had expected; and, when he did return, I was unable to meet him at our accustomed ren-point, and her London life habituated her to ride dezvous; for mamma, in some way or other-of course, it must have been through Madge, because she was the only person who knew of our meetings; though, when I taxed Madge with it, she reminded me that Hyacinth Brown had met Walter and me when we had been walking in the park together; and Madge suggested, that it might have been Hyacinth who told mamma. Of course, it might have been, but I knew it was not. It was all Madge's deceit, to endeavor to hide her own disgraceful and unfriendly conduct! -But where was I? Oh, I remember. Mam-warded to her. ma, in some way or other, became aware of my What happy times were these for Walter and motive in walking in the park three times a week, me! What sweet converse we held! Occasion