A Little Rebel

t her mere sight mad

man in the bush

y agonies on a certain raw February morning, and now it is th

e little rays are darting, lighting up a dusty corner here, a hidden heap of books there. It is, as yet, early in the afternoon, and the riotous beams, who are no respecter of persons, and who honor the righteous a

n, in splendor

incessant noises in the street outside, which have now been enriched by the strains of a broken-

m Siberia), and is now paying the penalty of greatness. He had done well-he knew that-he had been interesting, that surest road to public

sor's door brings him back to the present, and the knowledge that the landlady-a stou

he, very kindly, handing t

intance who has been able to see through t

ifferently, opens it languidly, and--Well, th

ere can't be any doubt of it. He had almost forgotten her existence during these past tranquil months, when

me fact. The "line" is signed by "Jane Majendie," therefore there can be no

he might now perhaps have giv

his ward of his is a thing that must be done sooner or later, then why not sooner? Why not at

ll. The landlad

e professor, staring a l

e might call it, wid the sun. An' where to, sir, d

going to see a young lady,

mile. "Faix, that's a turn the right way anyhow

peats the pro

d a clothes brush that, from its appearance, might reasonably be supposed to have been left behind by Noah when he stepped out of the Ark. With this latter (havi

tion, he dwells with terror on the girl-the undesired ward-who has been thrust upon him. He has quite made up his mind ab

the fitness of things, and a settled conviction that nothing could shake, that "'Strailia" is the finest country on earth! A bouncin

her forehead, and her frock will look as if it had been pitchforked on to her,

of one prepared for anything as the maid shows him into th

er niece, poor woman, and his ward-poor man

e o

pparition. Is it child or woman, this fair vision? A hard question to a

urzon, is it not?

gure. Her eyes are fixed on the professor, and there is evident anxiety in their hazel depths; her soft lips are parted; she seems hesitating as if not knowing whether she shall smile or sigh. She has raised both her hands as if unconsciously,

s the bramb

no means certain of the fact. He is so vague about it, in

rough the room, this laugh, and has the effect of frightening her altogether this time. She checks herself, and looks first down at the carpet with the big roses on i

" asks she; "because Aunt Jane is out-

inking! He has taken her hand, and held it, and dro

maginings? The bouncing creature with untidy

gone, and with it the sudden shyness. After many days the professor grows accustomed to these sudden t

gay, from liv

all hostess gently, touching a ch

the professor, and

u a

plain that she is now on her very best behavior. She smiles up at h

tant lounge. He is conscious of a feeling of growing terror. This lovely child has created it, yet why, or how? Was ever guardian ma

fuge fails him. Miss Wynter, picking up a milking-stool, advances leisurely towards him, and seating herself upo

ave a good ta