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AUS. 25 
Pauline In her white hat and frock, with a shawl 
hung over her arm, came out at his summons, but 
nisle refused any recognition of It. 
XJer door was barred, and she was changing for 
the third time from one dress to the Other. 
Originally she bud intended wearing a deli¬ 
cate pea-green French cambric, which of course 
Bulled her charmingly. 
It was a simple thing enough, but so pretty In 
Its glossy freshness, that she hesitated to doom It 
to the wasli-tub—an Inevitable result of the expe¬ 
dition. 
On the other band, the pique, which was her 
only alternative, ought to have been In the wash- 
tub already. 
Oh, for a white serge like Pauline’s! 
As she peeped out of her window, and nodded 
to her cousin on the lawn, protesting that she 
would be down In something under half a second 
—whilst she had, In fact, not even begun opera¬ 
tions In earnest—this desire took possession of 
her mind. 
A white serge! 11 seemed to have been manu¬ 
factured for the occasion. 
After that \ Islon the pique became Intolerable. 
OH with It! On with the other! A bunch of dark 
sweet-peas In her bosom, and she Is ready. 
Nor had the elder lady been without her per¬ 
plexities. 
An old good gown, or a new middling gown ? A 
warm gown, or a cool gown ? A long gown that 
would be dreadfully In the way, or a short one 
that would perhaps be—well, hardly In the way 
enough 7 
She, too, had a gllmpso of her niece standing In 
the sunshine outside. 
At the moment, Tom was Inserting a red rose 
In Ms sister's white straw hat, to match the crim¬ 
son shawl on her arm; and her simple robe, with¬ 
out a rrlll or bounce, without a runic to break its 
surface, fell In soft folds over the grass. Pauline 
was stooping forward, as Torn, with excellent 
taste, arranged the rose. 
••A perfect picture!" exclaimed the aunt ; “and 
how exactly alike they aru!" 
i fl/iy Calvcrley was not quick in discernment. 
She saw the same brown hair (which curled for 
Tom) and the long brown lashes (which did the 
like for Ms slater), the same curve of the chin, 
and the same sborL upper Up, and said, “ How 
like they arc!” 
A slight, action of the hand when speaking, and 
a trick of lifting the head, and throwing It back¬ 
wards when under the Influence of any emotion, 
was also shared by both, and In allusion to this 
Lady Calvcrley added, “And In all their ways, 
too!” 
Then she too decided on the gown which she 
had not meant to wear; ror, good woman as she 
was, she did not like to be thrust altogether Into 
the shade. 
“ What aro those two about?" muttered Tom. 
•• What in the world had they to do but put on 
their boots7 Can’tyou manageto routthemout, 
Pauline? You have been ready for nearly hair 
an hour.” 
“Am I properly dressed, Tom?" 
“Yes, you arc nil right; buL the rose was the 
tlnlsMng touch. 1 have gol tills white one for 
Klsle. What a roaster or a day It, Is going to be! 
Aunt Ella! i say, Auut Ella! You won’t need to 
put on your fur boa! ! ! Oh, Here comes Miss El¬ 
sie at last, and as demure as possible! Here, 
mademoiselle. 1 have got this white rose ror you.” 
“ Thank you, Tom, but give It to Pauline. She 
Is in white, you see, us it Is.” 
“ And you don't see how beautifully I have car¬ 
ried out the Idea?” pointing to the rose and shawl. 
■‘White against white would be poor; It Is the 
red that touches It up. .She would never have 
thought of that for herself. 1 saw it In a moment.” 
“Then what do you think of this mixture?” said 
Pauline, divining her cousin’s feelings. “These 
rich dark hues agftluftt the pale green ? They are 
lovely, Elsie dear. You look very sweet," said she, 
with a strange little thrill in her voice. 
•• Mot bad,” said Tom. twirling his rose silently 
In Ms lingers, and waiting to see if It would be 
asked for. 
Another minute, and he felt sure It would; but 
•*My dear Tom, Is that for me?” from his aunt, 
naturally put an end to the matter. 
Blundell was waiting tor them at the boat. 
The tide was tolerably high, and they embarked 
without any occurrence worthy of nolo. 
If Blundell had not boon an inmate of the castle, 
they bad seen scarcely less of him during the past 
ten days than If he had been. 
When topics failed, exclamations on the beauty 
of the scene, the excellence of the day, and the 
delights of sailing-, filled up the Intervening spaces. 
Presently, however, there was a move. 
Paulino wished to pencil the outlines of the 
broken mountain-range which they were passing 
on life northern side, and Blundell was confident 
that he could find her a more convenient seat for 
the purpose. 
Over a long low bench (It might, have heen a 
spare mast, and probably was; he spread a rug, 
and the tiny skylight of the cabin gave a support 
to her back. 
Could she be comfortable there? 
Perfectly, and she confessed he was In the right 
—she could now sketch at her leisure. 
But to do so she was obliged io furl her parasol, 
and the glare of tho sun was such, that ho could 
do no other than offer to hold it over her. 
This she could not allow; she had no need of It 
—her hat was sufficient protection—It was only a 
trouble. 
“ You will break this, as you broke the other," 
said he, “ unless I am allowed to keep It out of 
the way.” 
She would not break it—she would permit Mm 
to put It anywhere he liked, but he must not 
sacrifice himself. 
1 
So persistent was she that he grew Irritated. 
“ Pray let. me have my own way for once." (“ I 
am not going to make love to you, so you need 
not be so dead set against It," Hashed through Ills 
mind.) 
After this Miss La Sarto gave In. 
“1 am afraid.” said Blundell presently, after a 
pause, In which he had time to grow ashamed Of 
himself, “ that, you must think me a very quarrel¬ 
some feltow. 1 never was sweet-tempered, but I 
have been worse t han ever lately. Miss La Sort©, 
do you know what It is lobe so out of conceit 
with yourself us to take amiss everything said to 
you 7" 
“ Is that, your feeling?” 
“ Yes, sometimes.” 
“ Irritation of the nervous system, probably.” 
“ How prosaic ! But I dare say you are right.’' 
Then there was another pause, and a burst of 
merriment came across the deck from the other 
party. 
“ They are more talkative than we are,” said 
Blundell. 
“ I never talk when I am drawing-” 
“ You arc rnaklDg a very pretty little sketch, 
but is that peak high enough ?" 
“ It Is quite high enough l measured it. with 
my pencil; but until It Is shaded you cannot 
judge of it. correctly. It looks too near at hand, 
In this outline.” 
This was all. These short spasmodic sentences 
with nothing in them. 
Supposing Mm to have been a lover, this was 
Ms opportunity. 
The Olliers were close at. hand, It was true, but 
they were out of sight and out of hearing. 
Here were abundance of leisure, close proximity, 
and everything favorable. 
Yet his rescive was matched by hers, and If he 
was absent, so was she. 
Towards mid-day i he breeze Increased. 
“ Isn’t, It. Jolly ?” said Tom, coming round. 
“ could anything be more splendid ? This bak¬ 
ing sun and that swlsli of the waves against her 
sides! But 1 say,” wagging Ills bead, with a 
sly look, “ somebody over there Is beginning to 
feel the motion.” 
CHAPTER X. 
“ Cood- Night, Dear !” 
“Ik they would only have bad luncheon, when 
It began to bo rough I I Know I could have stood 
It as well as any one I it was only being so hun¬ 
gry and so empty, and the sight, of those chickens 
as they passed ! Oh, Pauline! how can you look 
so fresh ? Don’t you feel it, In the least. ?" 
Poor Elsie lay on a sofa In the inner cabin, and 
hours had passed since she lelt the dock. 
" I think If you had not gone below so soon,” 
suggested her cousin ; “If you would have waited, 
and had sumebrandy-and-water, a nd a little hard 
biscuit, as Mr. Blundell suggested, you woMd 
have been better.” 
“ Jlow could l ? it was too late then, lie never 
came near mo till just at the end, when 1 eoMd 
wait, up no longer,” 
«• Jie did not, think of it till Torn came round and 
told us. We heard you laughing only a rew min¬ 
utes before." 
'* I thought I could manage to hold out, but Tom 
would make xnc look at things, it, was that, and 
having to speak to him, and say 1 was enjoying 
myself, just at- the very worst moment—Just when 
we got round the comer Into the open so i—that 
made me know how wretched 1 was. ir he had 
let me alone.-” 
“ Never mind, dear ; I am going to sit with you 
a little.” 
“ Oh, you are not.” 
Pauline sat down. 
“ You are going to do nothing of the kind,” cried 
Elsie, raising her herself on her elbow. “ I told 
mamma 1 would not have her either. Because I 
can’t enjoy It, do you think I am going to let you 
lose It all V Go away, and be as happy as you 
can ; but don’t lot anybody come near me. Now 
mind you don't," beseechingly. 
« Mr. Blundell, "said Pauline, In a low voice, 
“ was very anxious to come down and carry you 
up to the deck." 
“The idea of such a thing! flow coMd he 
think of It ?” 
Pauline smiled a grave smile, and put her cool 
hand on the girl's brow. 
“ Ah 1 how nice!” exclaimed Elsie. “ My head 
does burn so ! But, Paulle, dear, 1 really don’t, 
wan’L.vou here. 1 can't talk to you It you stay, 
and It would make me worse to have you. So just 
go away—but give me a kiss, first.” 
i r * ¥ • -• • 
“ It is delightrul, Mr. Blundell! I enjoy It thor¬ 
oughly ; but my poor little daughter-’’ 
•• I wish we could get In a little sooner, for her 
sake. But the wind has chopped round to an¬ 
other quarter, and you sec It ts dying down be¬ 
sides. 1 am afraid it must, bo another hour, a.t 
the shortest, before we shall bo there, Lady Oal- 
verley." 
Even so It proved. The breeze sank away to a 
whisper. The waves subsided, and the Juanita 
made almost. Imperceptible progress. 
“ Burelyyour cousin will venture up now 7" said 
Blundell to Tom. 
“ I’ll go and see.” 
“ No, Tom, let me go." Pauline had risen. 
“ I’ll bring her up, It It is possible.” 
It proved to be impossible. She was uuwllllngly 
supported into the saloon ; but there she begged 
to be left, and only sent for. when they were 
going to land. The pretty green dress was crum¬ 
pled beyond recovery, add her sweet-peas strewed 
the floor. 
Her cousin would again have stayed, hut Elsie 
was peremptory. She would neither condemn 
Pauline to the little close cabin, nor afford a pre¬ 
text for any of the others to offer their company. | 
Pauline was to say i hat it wan her special wish 
to he alone; and this message Pauline delivered 
so completely In the spirit, in w hich It was given 
that It was impossible even for Tom to do more 
than shout down the cabin- stairs from tlmoto 
time, * ‘ Any better, Elsie ? We are close at home 
now.” 
flow close they wore she could not Judge ; hut 
the cheerful tidings were announced more than 
once before a stir overhead, a rattling of ropes, 
and a general movement, proclaimed that some¬ 
thing new was going on. 
A few r seconds after, steps were heard on the 
cahln-stair; then a stoppage, and an order was 
given, by which she knew who the intruder was. 
“ lie is coming to fetch me now,” thought Elsie. 
“ I w ish it had been any one else. Aud Ud3 la the 
day I have been looking forward to so much; this 
la the end of my beautirul sunny morning! 1 
never, never will set my heart upon anything 
again i" 
“ You have had a sod time of It, I ara afraid.” 
Blundell's voice came In at. the door. “ We are 
opposite Gourloch now, and tho ladles are waiting 
to disembark. May 1 come In 7” 
Elsie raised herself languidly, and tried to 
smile. 
She felt weak and wearied, but no longer giddy, 
and was able to stand without assistance. “ I 
suppose it Is quite calm now ?” she said. 
“ Like a mill-pond. Scarcely a breath to keep us 
going,” picking up her hat from the floor as he 
spoke. “ Your cousin Is a rare good sailor; she 
has been quite enjoying It.” 
“And so has mamma.” 
“Yes, I don’t think Lady Calvcrley has been tho 
least uneasy. What a pity the sea does not suit 
you ! Headache ?" said he kindly, seeing she put 
her hand Lo her forehead.” 
“It Is nothing, thank you; It will go off in the 
fresh air. What a fright. 1 look P’crled Elsie, Invol¬ 
untarily, as, hat., In hand, she turned to the mirror. 
lie laughed, “ That was so like you.” 
Burning as they were already, her cheeks 
blushhed a deeper crimson. “ Ought I not to 
have said It ?” 
“No.” 
“ I am ready,” said she, quietly. 
“ You won’t ask be why you ought not? It 
was because It. was not true.” 
“Oh!” a little smile. “But i am sure It Is 
true,” said she, after a minute. “My hair Is 
all coming down, and my face Is so hob-never 
mind ; let us come up stall’s.” 
“ Let me cloak you up first. Coming out of the 
cabin, though It is such a warm night, you might 
catch cold.” 
She allowed Mm to put on her shawl, and wait¬ 
ed patiently while he bungled with the pin. Ho 
was awkward, or preoccupied. Which was it? 
At all events, the operation took up several min¬ 
utes’ time, 
“Now 1 am ready,” said Elsie, once more; on 
which lie silently took her hand, and she suffered 
herself to be led np-stalrs. 
No one was near the spot when the tw o at last 
emerged. 
Blundell looked round, and stood still irreso¬ 
lutely, took a few paces forward, ugaln stopped, 
and bent, down towards her. “ 1 am so sorry you 
arc going,” he said. “ Good-night,, good-night, 
dm r! ” 
Little word to undo It, all! Elsie neither spoke 
nor moved, but stood still, and let him see It all 
In her face. 
“ Walt here one moment,” said he, hurriedly. 
“ The boat is lowered, and t he men-” 
“Oh,” said Tom, coming to meet him liair-way 
across the deck; “you were so long In coming 
that your follows grew impatient. They said 
every moment was precious when the tide was at 
tills point Tor the landing, and my aunt was grow¬ 
ing fidgety, so l took It upon me to let them go. 
She can’t get over the recks, you know. It won’t 
matter for Elsie.” 
“All light,” replied Ids friend, with indiffer¬ 
ence. (“So that was what kept you quiet* was 
It?”) 
“ Tom hus sent off the boat,” he announced, 
aloud. “ He was quite right. It will he difficult, 
as It Is, for Lady Calvcrley to land comfortably; 
but Tom declares he ran easily help you over the 
rocks.” 
“l can help myself,” muttered the girl, “l 
don’t need him.” 
“ Yes, you will, and me, too, i suspect. Suppose 
I come too?” lie added, heading forward to look 
into her face. 
“ l could not think of troubling you,” said Elsie, 
gently. 
“ Is It a trouble ? What do you think ? Come, 
sit down here where your cousin has had her seat 
all day. Why, you are shivering, child, and the 
night Is quite hot! Are you chilly?” said he, 
touching her hand. 
A faint “ No.” 
“1 know what it Is; you have eaten nothing to¬ 
day. Suleiman, a cup of coffee here, us soon as 
you can, and make it strong. Bring some bread 
or cake too." 
“ Oh, no, I—I really could not touch It,” said 
Elsie, as the man departed. “ I wish you had not 
sent Mm. I am not In the least hungry. And 
besides, there is no time.” 
“ Quite enough tunc. Do you sec what Tom Is 
doing? He Is a eunDlng lellow; he has got round 
old Blake, and taken the wheel." 
" But what Is he doing ?” 
“ Giving us a turn out. We sh&’n’t be quite so 
near the land when the boat comes back.” 
“ But what is he doing that for?” 
“ I suppose he thinks," said her companion, sit¬ 
ting down by her side as he spoke, and watcMng 
tho effect of Ms words, “that he would not ob¬ 
ject to having a few more of those rocks uncov¬ 
ered !" 
“ it Is very presuming of him!” cried she, flush¬ 
ing up, as Ms meaning became apparent to her. 
“ What right has he to interfere ?” 
“ Don’t be angry with Tom,” said Blundell. “ 1 
am not.” 
“ Hu may do all sorts of mischief.” 
“ He may—if you are had to him.” 
(“ He treats me like a child," sobbed the poor 
little girl In her heart. “He thinks Tom and I 
are fond of each other, and It amuses him. “ Oh, 
how cruel Hall is!") 
“ Why are you crying ?” said a low voice In her 
ear. 
“I am not /" with a sharp ring in her “ not," 
and two hrlmmlDg, w T lde-open eyes, Elsie turned, 
and dolled him. 
“ Did you want so very much to get ashore ?” 
“ Yes, very much. I uni tired, arid—oh, I beg 
your pardon, I did not mean lo he rude,” the 
bold beginning suddonly faded Into a whisper. 
“ Please do not mind. Please go away.” 
“Must T go away? You will have no one to 
talk to. If I do, and I am very happy here,” said 
Blundell, dallying with his happiness, as a man 
will do who feels that he holds his fate In Ms own 
hands. “ Why should 1 go away ?" 
She saw her mistake. 
“ Why should I go away?” reiterated he. 
Still no reply. 
“ Let me give you your coffee first. You don’t 
take sugar, l know. You will thank me, or rather 
Suleiman, when you hare tasted it; he Is one of 
the few gifted Individuals who really can make 
coffee. Now, is that not good ? I thought so, and 
you will be the better ror If, loo, flood coffee Is 
one of the best restoratives in the world. Any 
more ? Quite sur# ? And now, tell me, for I want 
to know, why should I Qo away ? ” 
She had thought to got off. 
The easy transition to the tones of a polite host, 
the allusion to lier tastes, the little word of praise 
to Ms servant, had completely deceived her.—[To 
be continued. 
RECENT LITERATURE. 
That Hiinband of Mine, Boston: Leo ,t Shep¬ 
ard ; New York : Clias. T, Dillingham. (Cloth, |1 ; 
paper, 60c.) 
This dreadful exposure Is t.he work of his wife, 
and wo have no doubt the details are uncommonly 
correct, as who better than a wife, could lay hare 
the secret places of a “ hobble's” transgressions? 
lint he was an awful fellow! Nothing could ex¬ 
ceed tho sweetness ot Ms affection or the simple 
and bland manner in which ho perpetrated the 
most heinous blunders. Mrs. Harman, the wife 
of “That Husband of Mine," hud an unmarried 
sister whom she particularly wished to marry to 
her husband's rrlend Jack, a young man that 
would nave been the very best of his species but 
for one exception— Cuahub, the awful husbaud. 
It was arranged to give a party; but Just when 
his services would have been most appreciated, 
Charms came home with a pyramidal toothache. 
The following extracts will give an Idea of what 
followed: 
Well ror me that Mrs. Netlleton was my next- 
door neighbor. With even her unfortunate ten¬ 
dency to coai’seness, a better - hearted woman 
never existed. Ill any emergency, however try¬ 
ing, Flie was the first person I thought of; and, 
though »ho shocked people with sensitive nerves, 
she knew how, by her vigorous will and sterling 
common sense, to overcome obstacles that, to 
women with less stamina, were well-nigh insur¬ 
mountable. 
“ Let, chari.tr lie abed and growl, poor fellow,” 
she said; “nothing In flic world will do him as 
much good. We’ll manage matters so that he 
sha'n't he missed. Give ’em enough to do, and to 
eat—’specially to eat, rulnd you—and they'll get 
along without hlui. Now, don't worry. You’re 
not. half as bad off as If you were on a plank In 
tho Gulf stream. Go up to charmk whenever 
you want to—I’ll manage.” 
At six 1 was dressed and down stairs, ciiahmh 
still slept; and tlic upper part ot the house was 
redolent of camphor, brandy, and vinegar. 
Suddenly an ominous noise startled me; some¬ 
thing fell upstairs. Then a sound succeeded as of 
some heavy body crashing, rolling. For a moment 
terror overpowered me. My guests pressed for¬ 
ward with exclamations, questions. Had cuar- 
uk, in an excess of furious pain, broken the pitch¬ 
er or thrown down the bureau? I hurried up¬ 
stairs, Jack following me. There stood Charms 
near tho door, looking like a demon. He had been 
lying down in Ids best dressing-gown, an elabor¬ 
ate affair of drab cloth and blue satin, over which 
my fingers had ached for many a week previous 
to the last Christmas. Ilo had never worn It be¬ 
fore ; and now It was a muss of wrinkles, stained 
with brandy, and altogether ruined as far as Its 
beauty was concerned. 
The bedstead, an old-fashioned hlgh-poster of 
Venerable memory, had collapsed, and In one 
mass of ruins lay on the floor. 
“Theplaguey thlug came down like an ava¬ 
lanche!” exclaimed Chablik, rubbing now M3 
arm, then his knee, aud making horrible grimaces 
of pain. 
“ Why, my dear, how could It?” 1 queried. 
“Because I danced on It!” he cried savagely. 
“ 1 could dance on hot coals if I had any. 1 heard 
the music, and thought that If I exercised myself 
this dratted tooth would stop. When 1 wont down 
I eoMdn’t find myself for a moment, and alter I 
found myself, I couldn’t pick myself up: so I and 
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