Leah Mordecai

wing-room, Bertha's guests we

was ushered into the brightly lighted r

nd taking Lizzie by the hand. "I have long desired your acquaint

e, "I indeed esteem it an honor to meet

I regret that necessity compels her non-

rate, and they continued a pleasant

, as she occasionally surveyed Mrs. Lev

worn from her girlhood. There was little change even in their arrangement, and only an occasional thread of silver here and t

ests were duly assembled, Bertha approached her mother, who was still entertaining Lizzie, appearing quite fascinated with her daughter's friend, a

iss Heartwell will pardon me i

n an undertone, "you know what I promised to show you, Liz

Bertha to a well-filled tagre, from which she took a handsome

is," repl

know it is. It's just like him to do such nice things," and, bending her head closer to Lizzie, Bertha continued, "you see, Lizz

other gentlemen answe

e, sm

sher Bernhardt, in my estimation. I love Asher, I tell you,

presuming to say that you will marry su

mma said to-day, when she caught me kissing the album. 'Bertha Levy'-and oh! she looked so straight and solemn at me that I almost trembled-'Bertha Levy, are you going

that he l

teachings, is it, fancying strolling players at private theatricals? What! could you promise

ess,' I

g of him again. I shall never, never, consent to such a t

that awful, mamma is

room, which Bertha at once recognized as her mother's and imm

evening about your supposed present from Asher Bernhardt! I shall not allow you company again until you improve in p

she turned back to join Lizzie, Leah Mordecai was a

usic was delicious, and Emile Le Grande, always fond of the divine art, was bewitched with the beauty of her voice. When her singing c

re on. The hours tha

in the Christian da

e to her uncle's reque

s the first to separat

Citadel clock sounde

riage rolled rapidly

ring home his beautifu

Le G

y-"Emile Le Grande seemed quite charmed to-night with Leah; he hung around her like a shadow, and part of the evening he seemed moody and almost miserable. How strange if he s

by one, till the mother and daughter

and gazing thoughtfully into the fire, "I do believe that Emi

I believe you are insane on the subject of lo

a, Mordecai or not Mor

a fine

Bertha?" said her moth

if you think so, and let us retire, for I have