“ O! forgive me for those cruel, hasty words,” 
she said earnestly. “ I repented of them, long 
ago. I did not know you then, but have learned 
to love you since, from hearing Lewis tell of 
your excellence of mind and heart. Besides 
this lcsBon I have learned another, that only 
the good and pure are truly noble.” 
“T will go with you, Mrs. Stanley,” I said, 
softly. 
“May God bless you. Miss Ray;” and she 
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“ Nothing shall separate us now, Helen.” 
“ Nothing,” I answered. 
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and love, my Helen,— all rny own at last.” 
“ May onr life be one of usefulness, too, 
Lewis, as well as happiness.” 
“ Amen to that, my darling.” 
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talk over old times;” and she bounded away 
with the lleetness of a fawn. 
He took my hand in his, aud looked into my 
face with a loving, inquiring gaze; then said— 
“ Shsril we talk over old times, Miss Ray ? It is 
a strange providence that has brought ns to¬ 
gether; you are the last one I thought of seeing 
in this little village. The past three months have 
been very long ones to me. I cannot express in 
words how much I have longed for the presence 
of my heart’s chosen one. 0, Miss Ray, I will 
not repeat the offer which met with such a de¬ 
cided refusal from yon, but cannot yon give me 
some little hope that, my weary waiting may 
sometime be rewarded by the precious boon of 
your love?” 
“ It is impossible, Mr. Stanley, and I hope the 
subject will not be renewed between us.” 
“But may I not call upon you? Surely you 
will let me be your friend, if nothing more.” 
“ I shall be very happy to class yon among my 
friends, but I think under existing circumstances 
the less we see of each other the better.” 
“Just as you think best, Miss Ray. I will 
not intrude rny hateful presence upon you 
again. May God bless you ever; adieu;” 
and he hastened away, with a face from which 
the color had all flown. O, what would 1 
not have given if 1 could Have called him back 
and told him liow madly 1 loved him;—but no, 
it would not do; I must still bear my cross 
alone. He bad not disappeared from sight when 
Rose came back with her hat filled with flowers. 
“Why, Nell —what have you done with 
cousin Lewis?” I pointed to his receding fig¬ 
ure in the distance. “ Gallant gentleman, 1 
should think,” she said,indignantly. “Presume 
I will accept of an invitation to walk with him 
again sometime. If t don’t read the young gen¬ 
tleman a lec ture npon good manners, my name 
is not Rose Wild. But I cannot spend my pre¬ 
cious lime upon such an ungallant youth; there¬ 
fore 1 will proceed to weave my flowers into a 
wreath to adorn yonr queenly head. I wonder 
if you know how beautiful yon are. You al ways 
seem perfectly unconscious that you arc the for¬ 
tunate possessor of a single charm. O, Nell, 1 
cannot help envying you your perfect beauty 
sometimes.” 
“Cease, little flatterer, or you may make me 
vain. But seriously, my darling, I often envy 
yon your pretty childish ways, vour golden cnrls, 
and eyes of heavenly blue. Now, as you have 
finished a beautiful wreath for me (for which I 
thank yon most heartily,) I think we had better 
return home.” 
As we wended our way homeward, Rose chat- 
heart-sick and weary. But it was soon gone. 
Helen Ray was not the person to give up so 
easily. If my life-path was to be a sorrowful 
one, I had strength to bear its burdens; so, 
breathing a vow that I would never enter a fam¬ 
ily where I would not he welcome to all its 
members, 1 re-entered those rooms crowded 
with beauty and fashion. 
As soon as I returned, Lewis Stanley came 
to me. “Miss Ray,” be said, “1 have been 
looking for you vainly for some time; 1 am glad 
the long-looked-for has come at last. But you 
are pale ; are. you 111 ?”—and he looked very anx¬ 
iously into my face, J told him my head ached 
slightly. 
“ A walk in the garden will do you good. Will 
you permit me to escort you thither? I have 
something to say to you, too, which is for your 
ear alone.” 
I replied by 6imply taking his arm, and we 
wended our way where such a little time before 
I had my happy dream blasted so quickly, yet 
so surely. 
We walked up and down the smooth gravel 
walk several times, without either speaking; 
then he paused suddenly, and in a sweet, tender 
voice told me of his deep abiding love for me, 
and offered me his heart and hand in language 
fitting to his noble self. I felt that if I could 
accept this wealth of love my future life would 
be one of perfect peace and happiness, for I 
loved him almost to adoration. But it could not 
be. Stern fate had otherwise decreed, and I gave 
him a cold refusal. He seemed almost astound¬ 
ed for a moment; then said in a voice so sorrow¬ 
ful that tears almost forced themselves from my 
eyes—“Miss Ray, 1 cannot, will not, believe 
you are a vain coquette; I could not have been 
so cruelly deceived. It must be you have good 
reasons for blasting all my hopes of happiness 
In the long future of my life.” I told him I had 
no more to eay, and I thought we Had better en¬ 
ter the house. 
The party had lost all its interest for me, so I 
soon hastened home, and in the quiet of my 
room for the first time gave vent to my grief in 
a flood of tears. Through all the solitude of 
that night, I sat by the window, thinking. After 
the first burst of weakness I wiped the tears 
from my face with a firm hand. I had no time 
for such idle demonstrations, anti when daylight 
returned, I had marked out a path in w hich my 
feet must walk. 1 would leave home; I could 
not stay near him. An aunt of mine had long 
been wishing me to make her a visit, and I would 
accept her invitation immediately. 
The only sign I carried to the breakfast table, 
of iny severe hcurt-stuggle, was a face a few 
shades jialcr than usual. My mother said -lie 
wished I would not attend any more parties; she 
was sure they were injuring my health. I told 
her i would not, as 1 had concluded to accept 
Aunt Lucy’s invitation, aud make her a long 
visit. The family looked surprised; but made 
no objections. In fact, they never did to any of 
my whims. My wishes were ever Llieir law. 
With me to think was to act, and in less than 
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“ Nell Ray, where are you ?” 
These words came quick and rather impatient¬ 
ly to my ears, as I was seated in my room, por¬ 
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deeply interested that I bad entirely forgotten 
the stern realities of life; but was suddenly 
aroused to a sense of them by the words of my 
little fairy friend, Rose Wild, and in u moment 
more the door flew open and she stood before 
me, her eyes sparkling with unusnal brightness. 
“ Dear me! if this isn’t provoking, Nell Rat. 
Hcrejl have been looking for you in the garden, 
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lungs of mine would possibly admit, aud here 
you arc reading as interestedly and coolly as it I 
had not had a most severe, test of my patience 
in ransacking all over for your precious self. 
Who would have dreamed of your being cooped 
up here this beautiful day?” 
“Well, my little impulsive friend, I am very 
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“Well, the fact is my cousin, Lewis Stanley, 
has just arrived at onr house, and 1 tell you, 
Nell, ho is perfectly splendid, just as handsome 
as a picture, und he talks beautifully about books, 
and places where he has been—just as you do. 
O, I know you will like each other, and I want 
you to go right home with me now, and see him. 
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tient to see. you.” 
1 was for a moment dumb with astonishment, 
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Rose, Is it possible that you are no better ac¬ 
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“Indeed, I can sec no reason why my best 
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please do go. He need not know that yon knew 
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“Nevertheless, little Rose, I canuot do as you 
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“Very well,—then 1 presume he will not care 
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“ Well, he shall have one in spite of late, and 
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be in readiness, my fair, dignified friend; and 
now, adieu, until we meet again,” and, giving 
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sorrow rested upon the heart of her companion. 
The following week my studies were very 
much neglected. I could not fix my mind upon 
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ROSE did not call us often as usual. She felt in 
duty bound to stay at borne and entertain her 
cousin, during bis sojourn among them. But 
one morning while 1 was helping aunt Lucy 
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out of breath with the- exertion of lust walking, 
aud every feature showing intense excitement. 
“ Please come up into your room with me,” she 
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had happened to excite her so nineli. I did not 
have to wait long for an explanation, for she 
commenced hurriedly, “O, Nellie, cousin 
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Wliftt could 1 do? Should I be the means of 
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Of course I must go—but just then the words, 
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“I cannot go, Rose; circumstances will not 
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How the next three days passed I hardly know. 
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The next monring his mother came to me, 
and begged me to go to her son. She said, 
“ Why cannot you love him? I am sure he is 
both noble and good.” 
“Granted, Mrs. Stanley,” I replied coldly; 
“but what think you now about the proud 
icicle succeeding in her designs upon your son ? 
aud would yon not rather ‘ see him in his grave 
than have him wed that poor, haughty girl ?’ ” 
