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ray soul—one whose sweet friendship is eo dear 
to me that 1 bad rather lose my life than lose it; 
bnt if I remain where she is, I cannot hide my 
secret from her very long—and when sheknows 
that secret I am. sure there can never be the 
friendship between us that there was before. 
And she docs not love me.” 
‘‘Can he menu me?” thought Susie, her heart 
beating fast, her eyes on the ground. “ Can he?" 
Then she said aloud, but in a very low tone, 
“This friend of yours, do you know she does 
not love you ? ” 
“Tee,” Bek answered, after a moment’s 
hesitation. 
“You ha,ve sometime asked her?" Bhe half 
whispered. 
“ Why should I ask her ? She loved another 
and married him. Can a true woman love two 
men ? ” 
How this queetion thrilled her! It was now 
her turn to fear. If she confessed Jier love for 
him, how he would despise her for it! Then 
she should lose his friendship, too. She under¬ 
stood what be meant, quite well, she thought. 
“You are right, Bejc,” she said, slowly with¬ 
drawing her hand from his, “It is best. It is 
best.” 
“Good-by, Susie!” 
She could not keep back those bitter tears that 
rushed into her violet eyes. She could not 
refrain from stretching out her hands to him 
with a gesture of yearning. And almost before 
she knew what had happened, he had folded her 
to his breast in one earnest embrace- had pressed 
his lips to hers in one clinging kiss —had said, 
“Good-by, good-by,” — and he was gone. 
Her head drooped upon her breast — her band 
rested upon the gate for support — and she stood 
alone in the darkness. 
Ben Manly walked back along the lake shore. 
When again he came to the Long Woods, he eat 
down against a tree near the edge of the over¬ 
hanging bank, and buried his face in his hands. 
It was almost midnight when be reached home 
and sought bis bed. 
“Yes,” he said, “she certainly understood 
me. And sbe said I was right, and that it was 
for the best.” 
Three days later he was on his w T uy across the 
ocean. 
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jgplT is an insult to the shrewdness of Ameri¬ 
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she wrote. So the record ran, as she began to 
record her doubts. Did he love her ? No; hi* 
manner was not that of one who loved. “If I 
look in his eyes, he turns them away.” Then 
6et in the struggle. “ T must not let him see; ” 
her shrinking, blushing heart spoke here. Ben 
Manly read on and on; tracing the battle of that 
gentle heart with the love it held for Mm, be¬ 
cause it believed him utterly indifferent to her. 
He saw how she turned wearily to Charley 
Dennison when he showed her Ids love; and at 
last, on a page alone by itself, he saw a pressed 
and faded little vine leaf, and under it written 
the one word, “ Triumph! ” ne did not know 
all the meaning of that leaf; bnt be knew that 
on that day she had given her band in betrothal 
to Charley Dennison, and the struggle of the 
brave little heart against what It deemed a hope¬ 
less love, was over. 
Ben Manly closed the book and sat long 
musing by the fireside. It mouldered away into 
ashes; he did not heed it. There was a warmth 
in his gladdened heart, such as he had never felt 
In his life before. 
Came Christmas eve. There was a merry 
party at the Manly residence, and the chande¬ 
liers shed their light upon a scene of life and 
beauty such as hud not been known In Rose 
Harbor for many a long year. Ben Manly's 
countenance was radiant, with a glow of happi¬ 
ness In striking contrast to the sadness that had 
marked his handsome face for &o many years. 
The hours sped on rosy wings. Our Susie, no 
longer In mourning dress for the husband who 
fell at (Jhickamauga, uow more than two years 
ago, looked not less beautiful than in the days of 
her girlhood, to the partial eyes of Col. Manly. 
Her form was not so rounded; her complexion 
was not so fair; her manner was not so merry 
an'd light-hearted; but the same sweet light 
shone in her violet eyes, that had won his heart 
in those early days. And It was her soul that 
Ben Manly loved. 
When the guests were gone, Susie, accepting 
the Invitation of Mrs. Manly, remained to pass 
the night uuder this roof, as she had often done 
before. The mother, after kissing Susie’s lips 
and transferring the kiss to the lips of her eon, 
bade them good night, and left them alone to¬ 
gether in the parlor. 
What they said, how can I relate? 
thus: 
“I promised to bo back in Paris in February, 
Susie ? It Is for you to say whether 1 shall go.” 
“ Do you «««< to go, Ben ? ” she whispered. 
She did not need to speak very loud—because 
sbe was so clojte to him at the moment—so very 
close! 
“I do. And if we are married in January, 
what is to-prevent?” 
She raised her head to look in his eyes, to see 
if he was joking; but he was as sober as a judge. 
“ Very well,” she said, with a litte sigh, as her 
head went back to its place on his breast. “I 
can be company for mother.” 
“Yes,” said Ben “you can; for we will take 
mother with us, too. She lias not seen Paris 
since she was a young lady, and I think she will 
gladly go w ith us if we ask her.” 
“You big rogue,” said Susie, putting her 
lips to his and shutting her eyes. 
We will drop the curtain here. What follows, 
to make the talc complete, the feeblest imagina¬ 
tion can picture. Subik’s home henceforth is 
in the uoble old mansion at Rose Harbor. The 
old house has been too quiet and gloomy for the 
past few years; but it is destined to be bright- 
rConr.lnde.il from page 86, last number.) 
Chapter V. — The Lust. 
Ben Manlt, unaware that Susie bad seen 
him as he stood in the doorway — or rather his 
reflection In the mirror — turned away and 
passed out upon the piazza. He paced the long 
walk several times, communing with himself. 
His thoughts did not take a shajie that can be 
put in words. In a blind, uncertain way, be was 
trying to understand what was the true meaning 
of that eager whisper that he had unintentionally 
overheard. He did not ask himself if it meant 
that Subib loved him. llis thought took no 
shape eo bold as that. He only questioned 
whether that whisper meant hope for him. To 
make her his wife ? No; that purpose was not 
defined in his breast. All he knew, was that 
he loved her—just as he had loved her in those 
early days—just as he had loved her when he 
gave her up, with a dumb agony in his soul, 
to his dear friend — Just as he had loved her 
when ehe was that friend’s wife. 
Meantime, Subik was waiting for his return to 
the parlor. They were to walk out to Kate’b 
together, in the mild beauty of the summer 
afternoon. It was but a three miles’ walk, and 
the road was smooth and dry. She heard his 
footsteps on the piazza without, and as the 
afternoon was waning, she at last went out 
to him. 
“Shall we go now?” she asked him. 
He bowed; she took his arm ; and they passed 
out into the street, In silence. They walked up 
the street thus, neither speaking, till they came 
to a green lane tliut led down to the lake shore. 
“ Susie,” said Ben, “ it is quite as near, if wo 
walk along the shore, by tbc path that leads 
through the Long Woods. It is many years 
since I have taken that walk." 
She did not give him time to ask her to go that 
way, but turned down the green lane, and they 
went on. Still In silence. The Long Woods were 
a half-mile’s distance off. When they reached 
the beautiful grove that bore that name, they 
paused as by a common impulse, aud seated 
themselves. The dark waters of the lake, stretched 
away to the horizon, their surface rippled by a 
cool breeze. It was the loveliest hour of all the 
twenty-four, for the gray twilight was falling 
about them. 
“Here 1 saw Yf” 1 first, Ben,” said Susie, 
breaking the silence. “ Do you remember that 
day?” 
“I remember it,” said Ben Manly, “more 
distinctly than I remember any one other day 
in all my life.” 
Susie turned and looked at him. He was 
gazing straight out upon the lake, a sad, sad 
light in Mb eyes. 
“ What makes you so sad, Ben,” she asked, 
putting her hand upon his with the friendly 
motion of late eo common between them. 
“Am I ead?” Baid Ben, closing his lingers 
upon the little hand. “ Those were the happiest 
days I have ever known, Susie. Is it strange 
that I should feel sad as I remember them ? ” 
Then he added, looking out on the lake again, 
“The happiest I ever expect to know.” 
“But you are happy when you arc traveling ? ” 
said Susie, quietly. 
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“ Then why do you go away again, Ben she 
asked, looking him full in the face, and bending 
forward to divert his gaze. 
“ft is best," said Ben. And then, as if unwil¬ 
ling to follow the conversation where it seemed 
to be leading, he arose and said, "Shall we 
walk on?” 
At the gate of the farm-house they paused. 
Ben declined to go in. 
“ When shall we sec each other again ? ” Susie 
asked. 
“ Possibly never,” said Ben ; “ I shall go 
abroad in a day or two. It is hard to 6ay 
good-by to you, Susie, and we’ll have it over 
now.” He spoke in a hurried tone, a tone of 
forced cheerfulness. “So, good-by.” 
“Ben,” said Susie, holding his hand tightly,” 
* It is best.’ If you are 
My Jlrst doth affliction denote, 
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Oh, give me a homo by a purling stream, 
Where tbc lovely wild flowers grow; 
Where tho music sweet of the running brook 
Shull murmur soft and low. 
Where the birds shall sing at the morning honr, 
And throughout the livelong day; 
To cheer my soul with their lively notes, 
And chase dull care away. 
tell me why you said, 
not happy abroad, why should you go ? How 
can it bo best?” 
“I meant to avoid this,” said Ben, “coward 
that I am 1 But I will tell you plainly. That, 
too, will be best. It Is because,” lie wont on, 
hurriedly, as if anxious to got it done, “ there is 
one here whom I love with ull iny heart, with all 
