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lish a model school here in Rhode Island, for coeducation, taking all grades from infants to graduates.

""They were both enthusiastic over their plans, and were faithfully studying plans and principles, determined to leave nothing undone to secure success in the management of a large family school. They had both been teachers of acknowledged ability; and as the time drew near for them to unite their lives and labors, they were happy, hopeful and earnest as mortals need to be.

"Kate was summoned home suddenly, and in alarm and haste she went, never to return. She wrote some vague, sad letters to my brother, telling him to forget her and fulfill his grand purposes without her, as she was just the same as dead.

""Of course he flew in person to find out what had befallen his brave, bright, lovely Kate, and refused to consider himself rejected. He arrived in her native village one dreary, Sunday morning, just as people were coming out of church. In the midst of them, all in white and crowned with flowers, was Kate, pale and sad, leaning on the arm of a villainous looking middleaged man, and followed by her father.

" "Mr. Freeman saw and recognized Edgar, and with seemingly deliberate cruelty, he presented him to 'my daughter, Mrs. Sloan.'

""Kate looked once in his face, and with a low cry of anguish swooned into her scowling husband's arms. They carried her home to rave and toss in brain fever for weeks, and die at last unconscious.

""Edgar could not leave the place while she lived, and he waited, hoping for a word from her, to lighten his burden of sorrow; but none came.

When she was dead, he went to her grief-stricken father and demanded an explanation. The miserable man threw himself on Edgar's mercy, and confessed that he had urged his daughter to marry a scoundrel who had pushed him into crime, and demanded this price for his silence. She had sacrificed herself and all her dear hopes to save her father from a felon's doom.

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""Edgar was a broken man. long-cherished plans were crippled without Kate, and his grief and horror sapped the fountains of life, hope and energy. To keep from brooding over his loss, he buried himself in study for study's own sake; while before he had studied with a healthy stimulus of a purpose in view. He led a secluded life, and grew to be considered eccentric. Time robbed him

of many friends, and he made few new ones. He studied astronomy, chemistry and other exacting sciences until his health failed.

"In this condition he came to me

seeking rest and country quiet, and seemed to brighten up wonderfully. Toward the end of that summer he

surprised me beyond expression by saying he had concluded to marry Carrie Cresswell-frivolous, empty headed little Carrie Creswell. I made no sign of my disapproval of his choice, because I thought Carrie very lucky to have won even his broken heart; and I thought marriage with any one not absolutely a vixen would be the best thing to atune his spirit to healthy human life and pursuits.

"She was very affectionate in her manners, kissing and patting his face before me with perfect freedom; and he seemed to grow young and cheerful, under her childlike gaiety, and merry,

capricious manner Her parents gave their consent that she should go back with him to Providence, and he left it to her to decide whether she would reside there or have him return to the country.

"He had made her the arbitress of his fate, and she did not know what forces for good and evil she held in her dimpled hand. She took a child's delight in her pretty wedding dress and presents, and when my brother returned from her father's house the last evening before the wedding day, looking quietly, deeply happy, and taking me in his arms, gravely and sweetly blessed me, and asked me to help him give thanks to God because he was so happy, my heart ached so I could hardly answer him without tears.

"He passed into the orchard to muse under the stars, while I cried over my baby's cradle in spite of all my efforts. I heard him go into his room, and the last thing before I retired, I stole to his door. All was silent, and I softly entered to find him sweetly sleeping, with a smile around his lips. I breathed a prayer for him, and hastily withdrew lest I should disturb him.

"He slept late next morning, and breakfast was waiting, when my little Kate called me out to see a messenger at the gate from Cresswell's 'Is Carrie here?' he asked. 'Her 'ma is in a fine temper because she ain't thar to be a gittin' dressed, instid o' trampin' up yer, this mornin'.'

"'She's not here, Gabe,' I answered, 'and I have not seen her this morning.'

children not to mention it to their uncle, but he met me at the door and inquired if the man were not asking for Carrie. I was obliged to admit it, and greatly feared my looks would betray my secret and unreasonable fear; but Edgar laughed and said his wild wood blossom was out after her sister blossoms to wear at her bridal.

"He was already carefully dressed, and as he surveyed himself in the mirror and smiled a pleasant, absent smile, I felt my heart sink with new and horrible foreboding. He lingered at the glass, he loitered at the window, he went to the garden for a boquet of flowers for the table, and told me not to be cross if he were boyish and tiresome on his wedding day.

"Just as he stood with his hand on the back of his chair in the act of taking his place at the breakfast table, a wild-eyed, hatless boy sprang into the kitchen door exclaiming, 'Gosh! Mis' Williamson, Carrie's ben an' got married!" A deathlike silence was his only answer, and he went blundering on as if anxious to fill up its awful cavern. 'Dave Deming's ben cuttin' raoun' her more'n a year ago; 'n' one night she slighted him ter an apple bee, n' he left nex' mornin' fur the coast; 'n' he hearn 'bout her goin' ter marry Mister Crane, 'n' las' night he cum tarin' hum ter see 'bout it.

He seen Carrie las' night 'n' this mornin', and cut up so't she hed to marry him right then ter keep 'im frum hurtin' hisself or somebody else; 'n' they've jis got back, an' they're over to Cresswell's now.'

"Edgar sank into his chair and made a gesture to me to send the boy away. I took him by the shoulders, thrust him through the door, shut and

""Then whar can she be?" he muttered, and rode away, leaving me as thoroughly frightened as if he had told me she were dead. I cautioned the | fastened it, and turned back to see my

husband holding Edgar's head on his arm and reaching for a glass of water. "A long, long, dreadful illness followed, from which Edgar emerged at last only a wreck of himself. Pale, nervous, excitable, weak, sad and strange, he was another and greater care to me. He was no longer able to study, except between long intervals. He seemed for a long time afraid of women. I have seen him stand behind a screen or blind and gaze after a lady as a child might do at a tiger, with straining eyes and pale lips.

"He is usually grave and silent, gentle and calm; but is subject to nervous attacks, and violent headaches. He cannot spare me for a day; and often follows me with his eyes until the desolate woe in their gaze seems like a lance to my heart. Many a time I have let some one else tend my baby while I held and stroked his throbbing head and let him weep himself to sleep on my bosom.

"He never utters the name of Carrie, but in his periods of suffering he moans the name of Kate. His one, only joy is the society of little girls. He neither fears nor shuns them, and will buy and make toys by the peck to please them, or play dolls or any other game with them; and I have averted many a nervous attack by inviting a party of little girls to make a picnic with him in the maple grove.

"What about the foolish Carrie?' I asked. Oh, she protested that she didn't mean any harm, and that Dave would have killed himself or Edgar if she hadn't agreed to marry him, and that she really liked a brave, strong young fellow like Dave better than such an odd, silent, old man as Mr. Crane. It was the best she knew, and I never blamed her much; but I was

glad her husband took her down to the coast to live, out of Edgar's sight. My husband settled up Edgar's affairs and put what means he had in the bank. There will be more than enough to keep him while he lives, for it will not be long.

"Now he may come into the house while you stay; and if so, I shall say, very carelessly, 'Edgar this is Mrs.

; and when he bows, if you will simply say 'How de do, Mr. Crane?' and pay no more attention to him, all will be well; but if you notice him much, it will be sure to trouble him.

"I did meet him, and he bore to my eyes no trace of any vice or dissipation which could have helped to wreck him so sadly. He looked, just as he had been represented, like a heartbroken student, completely overwhelmed at last by the reckless, almost unconscious cruelty of a foolish girl; whose treatment, ill as it was, was only the last featherweight which his already overburdened soul could not bear."

"Oh, aunty," said Hazel with tears in her eyes, "I do see now how that which is not meant for evil may do great harm; and I will not forget it. I see that we cannot always know the real facts of the case by what we see, and that to meddle lightly with other peoples' feelings may be a dangerous responsibility."

"True, my dear girl; and the daughters of Zion above all others, should shun all levity and every shad

ow of evil."

A year or two later when Hazel, by further acquaintance had become convinced of the sterling worth and integrity of Richard Winfield, and learned too, that his seeming credulity was only another phase of his good humor, she

promised to become his wife, and real | little sweetheart as she turned and

walked away.

ized that only since laying aside her former levity and giving her mind to "At last, you naughty boy!" exhigher and better things, had she be- | claimed Sister Ellen, as Jacob walked come worthy of him.

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TRUTH.

SANTIAGO.

A BLOOMING flower in beauty bright,
A dewdrop glistening in the light,
May fade or vanish from the sight,
Nor leave a trace behind.
But truth, eternal, priceless truth,
The brightest gem that's found on earth,
Though ages roll, yet still in youth
Will shine with light divine.

LIGHTS AND SHADES.

[CONTINUED FROM PAGE 451, VOL I.] HE paused with her hand on the

door knob, and turning towards Jacob, exclaimed, "Don't make me believe you are losing your senses; it is enough that you have nearly put mine to flight by declaring your love for me so suddenly today. Come on now, and lets have dinner.”

"I don't feel like eating now," said Jacob, "I was hungry a while ago, but whether I've lost my senses or not, I have lost my appetite."

"It will come back all right, when you sit at the table and commence eating," said Gwyn. "If your love for me, and mine for you is to effect you in this way, we better say as little as possible about it, till we get used to being in love. I want my dinner but am waiting for you."

in and took a seat by her at the table. He put his arm around her neck and kissed her, that was his only answer. They could hear the girls laughing and talking in the other room, as they hurried the work of the wool picking, and relieved the monotony of the same by racing to see who could pick the largest bundle in the shortest time. "Jacob has only just come for his dinner, now, and his sister has been waiting for him for hours," said Chloe Lee, the beauty of F, after peeping through the door, while reaching for more wool.

Jacob was one who was too much respected by his acquaintances to be nick-named, even by the girls. The most careless among them never said Jake, when speaking to him or of him, it was always Jacob.

"Let's roll him up in the wool, when he's finished eating, to pay him for not coming and eating with us," said Frances White, the tall girl.

The three at the table were eating so quietly that the remarks of the young ladies, just inside the middle door, were distinctly overheard by them, which was unintentional on the part of the speakers. Gwyn smiled across the table at the two sitting opposite to her, and said to Mrs. Hillon in an under tone: "In clearing away the dinner things, let's wash your mother's dishes first, and Jacob and I will take them home out of the way."

"Well, we'll go and have dinner now, if you will think over the matter of our being married this evening, and tell me your conclusions about it afterwards," said Jacob, following his | ing that he should

Jacob's face brightened, and if his appetite had not before returned, as Gwyn had said it would, it began to come to him then. He had been fearfind no further opportunity of continuing the courtship so well begun, that afternoon; but Gwyn, (dear clever girl that she was,) always found justifiable ways and means for bringing about desirable ends. That little remark of hers proved to Jacob's entire satisfaction, that she was at last willing to enter into further conversation with him on the question he had asked her to study over, and that made him hopeful and happy.

Pressing his sister's hand warmly, under the edge of the table, he whispered to her, "Yes, Ellen, do, please, send Gwyn and me to take mother's things over. home. That will be ever so much nicer, this warm day, than being tied up in a bag of wool.”

Whatever suspicions might have awakened in Sister Ellen's mind, no thought came to her of how far her brother and Gwyn had already advanced, in the art of love-making. She smiled encouragingly on both of them, and then they fell into a lively conversation, which prolonged the time, and heightened their relish for partaking of the food before them.

All the girls engaged in the woolpicking were taken into the conspiracy against Jacob; and they waited impatiently for him to shove back from the table; peeping every now and then to see if there was any likelihood of his doing so.

He understood their movements, and smilingly hinted to the two women who were volunteers on his side, that he would keep on eating until the dishes were ready to be carried to his mother's, when he would arise and depart quickly, thus escaping the advance of the pretty, tittering crowd, waiting to pounce upon and capture

him.

"The dishes are ready, now," said Gwyn, hastily catching up the portion she was to carry, and motioning Jacob to seize the others and follow her.

This little turn was made so quickly and, withal, so quietly that the two were out of the house and gone, before an inkling of their intentions was caught by any one of the conspira

tors.

How the disappointed, but still laughing "string of belles" jingled and rattled in Sister Ellen's ears, for letting her brother thus depart, can well be imagined by our young lady read

ers.

But you will want to know what Jacob and Gwyn said to each other when they were again alone; so come and listen.

Gwyn had made up her mind what to say, and said it without waiting to be asked by her lover: "You want me to marry you this evening, Jacob," she began. "I don't think it would be wise of us, young as we are to take so hasty a step without counsel. It seems to me that it would be much better for us to wait a few weeks, and prepare and go to 'the city,' and be married in the right way, according to our faith, to begin with. That is the way it looks to me; but if you still feel anxious, as you did a while ago, that we should be married today, if you will go and see the Bishop, and ask his advice about it, if he thinks best and right, we will be married this evening, and take the consequences.”

At the mention of the Bishop, Jacob's face grew very red, and a deep dark shadow passed over it, which Gwyn failed to notice, for she was twirling her apron strings and watching her fingers.

"I don't want to ask Bishop Smith

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