Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877, Vol. XX. No. 118

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little faded and dim, though it had a slender, old-fashioned grace which more than made amends for any beauty it had lost. There was much old china, and on the walls were a few family portraits, of which their owner was justly proud; and in t

clicked, working up the crimson wool, and the pages of the paper rustled with a pleasant crispness as they were turned. By the window, where the candlelight faded into the soft shadows, stood a young man apparently lost in thought. His face, which was turned a little toward the garden, was a noteworthy one with its straight forehead and

his reverie. He did not move, but his mouth and eyes relaxed into a smile as a white figure came out of the dusk exactly o

ago. What have

I do on such a perfect night but what

gold, as if a happy sunbeam were imprisoned in its waves. Her eyes were dark, her lips were softly red: everything about Sissy Langton's face was delicate and fine. She lifted her hand to reach a spray of jasmine just above her head,

. "Here is my aunt saying that the ho

incredulous amusement, and the old lady's indignant disc

But doesn't that imply a considerable amount

ten. He stood on my thimble ever so long while he was ta

going out. On Thursday I shall come back and bring you one that won't fit. Friday yo

it is your faul

you are naturally unable to fi

inded I don't believe in her. She never does anything wrong; and though she suffer

Percival, idly picking spr

"Do you think there are re

, I sup

ut, and looked doubtfully into his f

g, unwomanly women who can talk of nothing but their rights. They are very terrib

"Well-a woman like

h." "Or Charlotte Corday?"

to like her. Judith's position, is less clear. Still, it is a great thing to be in the Apocrypha, and then living so long ago and so far away makes a difference. But Charlotte Cor

lotte Cord

m did not show itself in bloodshed. Still, she was noble: I honor her.

ust think me!" said Sissy. "I c

y n

r people to be angry with me. I shou

won't be tried,

to the furnace, and it's coming out only the brighter and better. Th

a ring she wore: "Gold is tried in the furnace-yes, but not your pearls.

ll pleased, ye

, like a bow always strung? No, no, Sissy: they felt very weak sometimes. Isn't there anything in the

n the world you could die for?" Anything? Anybody? Her blood flowed i

oment her companion changed the subj

ce gave it me. Adieu, Mr. Percival Th

jumped out. "Don't look at me as if I'd said something fool

pretty scorn. And the pair went off together

to the window to look after her. But, as no one was to be seen, she turned away and encountere

Of course she is fond of him in a way, but

is Mr. Horace to supplant that poor boy?" His soft voice changed suddenly, as one might draw a sword from its sheath. "H

There was an obvious reply, but it was too crushin

take my advice; which I don't think you ever did yet. You'll only make misc

nk she can c

y n

ce rather th

iling audacity. "And I would rather s

groan: "Oh, how mercenary you women are! Well, if you marry a man for his money, Hora

omer," said Mrs. Mid

prettiness!" sco

high treason to say a syllable against him then. And now, though I suppose he will always be a little delicate (you'd be sorry if you lost him, Godfrey), it's a shame to talk as if the boys were not to be co

Sissy I would choose my husband for qual

nd still I would

miss with

to say anything against him-I like Percival

short laugh. "Why, only this morning

s. Middleton with a smile. "But he can keep his secrets all the tim

," said M

at I know him. He isn't like Ho

me fo

eard him tell Sissy he would be out to-m

'n't a

ot! Isn't it a rule that no one

hall come and go, speak or hold his tongue, as he pleases. No one shall cross him

nswered gently. "I don't for one moment suppose he has any secret

ything Percival would t

ould not repress. "Well," she said, "perhaps I am not fair

her: "Unjust

een in this very favor. "Here are our truants!" she exclaimed. She and her brother had not talked so confidentially for years, but the moment her e

Percival. "Won't you come and try?

-room with her hands full of roses, which she tossed carelessly on the table. Mr. Thorne had picked up his pa

than for an old fellow like me," he sai

lder at young Thorne. "D

ovement of his head and hi

we were out? Now, weren't you fool

him," said

own, "No, you shall have yellow," she exclaimed: "Laura Falconer's complexion is something lik

woman if she waits till the firs

r rose in or not

handsome as he stood there with Sissy putting the y

grandson's wishes in the matter. He tried hard not to think that he was in the dark about every wish or hope of Percival's, and he looked up eagerly when the latter said something about going out the next day. He remembered which horse Percival liked, he assented to everything, but he watched him all the time with a wistful curiosity. He did not really care wh