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“This is so like my father’s,” she said, lifting g and a strange excitement shook the hand she her earnest eyes to the noble face bending over
still clasped in her own.
her. "Oh, how I wish you knew my father!" Hurst smiled and drew near, his audacity was The features on which she gazed began to l graceful, but. not the less ofi‘ensive to Mrs. Ran quiver, and at last broke into a smile of un- sum for that. speakable tenderness: but the lady made no an-i "I shall never forgive myself, if i drive so lwer.
She sat gazing into Gillian's face with a
much beauty away by this rude intrusion," he
look so wistful and sad, that the young girl i said, cowiug Gillian with his bold glance of bowed her head and began to weep. admiration. “Forgive me," she said, shaking the tearsg Mrs. Ransom started, her eyes flushed, and a away, and laughing like an April morning. “I S frown swept her brows downward. Gillian was am always for crying—strange things—and that é terrified by the haughty anger of that look; and
moment it seemed as if we had been acquainted i Hurst drew a step back, evidently surprised by it thousands of years.”
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"Be careful how you indulge in wild thoughts like these," said the lady, with a gentle shake of the head. Gillian colored and looked distressed. It was
Still grasping Gillian’s hand, the lady led her
‘ from the room, sweeping by Hurst with the same y angry look, and closing the door after them. fBut the moment they stood in the tiled pave i ment of the hall, her face changed suddenly as
seldom that even the most gentle rebuke was 2 you see a storm go off in summer. extended to her, and she scarcely knew how to “May I come and see you again?" whispered
receive even this delicate caution.
But when 5 Gillian, rendered timid by the anger which had
Mrs. Ransom smiled again it was apology enough. 3 passed away. Gillian arose to go, but as she stood with hers “Does—does your father know of this visit?" hand in the lady’s clasp, the door was agains “Yes, I told him of my great wish to see you,
opened, and the mulatto glided in.
- and he consented."
“Mr. Hurst,” she began to say; but that instant the young man, whom we saw last in the gambling saloon, came hurriedly in, pushing the girl aside as he entered. “My dear madam, what has come over Ruby?
S “Then come again when you desire it. Often. g very often, if you can learn to love me a little." E “I love you already,” was the reply. 2 They parted in the ball, but instead of re
turning to the room where young Hurst was
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She insists on announcing me as if I were an E wailing, Mrs. Ransom stood by the door motion ambassador.” i less as a statue, and gazed into the distance long Here he saw Gillian, gave a little start, and 3 after the carriage, which conveyed Gillian, dis bowed profoundly.
- appearcd in the winding road that led from her
“I beg pardon,” he continued. “I see now 3 house. At last she was disturbed by a hand what my impatience prevented her telling me. i laid on her arm. Young Hurst had come from You are engaged." the study, impatient of her absence, and with
“No, no," said Gillian, in her prompt way,
his usual daring broke in upon her reverie.
“I was just going. Mrs. Ransom will forgive She drew a deep breath, and turned toward me for having stayed too long already."
him with a smile of inetlable happiness. lint
The young girl turned her eyes on Mrs. Ilan- the moment her eyes met his the smile was gone, som, as she spoke, and saw that the lady had and she returned with him to the study with
become suddenly pale, that her eyes sparkled,
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PATCH—WORK.
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We give, this month, two patterns in pateh- work, one of a bod-quilt, printed in colors, in the front of the number, which needs no de~ scription, and which we have designed ourself; -.~/,/.”/
and the other, a pattern lately brought out in London, which is called the Chinese Pattern. In this latter, the shape of every piece is the
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same, that of half a square; two of these, sewn
together, form the shape represented in the small
DIAGRAX or Canvass mun-won.
