Tales from Many Sources

am to wish you joy?" cried Mary Jo

ny happiness. "Congratulate me, Mary; yes, wish me joy, for there

there was something pinched and starved in her voice. Ah, pity for those w

d world. In the breast of many an unsought woman lies a wealth of wasted treasure,

an still, and when the bright sunshine of her young friend's happiness shed its lig

y down on the sofa beside her. "Tell me all a

s morning; but it seems as if

he welcome the stranger who

my father is always to live with me, i

" asked Mary, with

n. Mary, perhaps the thing that most readily won my he

hat same remark to Deborah this morning. Yes, I knew only one other wh

and looked down. Betty

s tender recollections; now, it seemed to her

interested to waste too much

at is his family? Has he parents living, br

ends, no kindred; he is all alone in the wide world. And as for his fortune, that is assured, but it is somehow my

he pursed up her lips and uttered a

ss a very good thing to be in love wit

anger," said

" cried Mary, laughing-"an old and va

etime seems to have passed in that space! My father," she crie

d the lady, "and also all the assistance in

d grateful for your help,"

supper. The candles were brought in,

eerily. "The young folk will stroll in the garden till sup

Mr. Ives' comely person, at his glossy cassock, his smartly-buckled shoes, at the neat ti

an Mistress Mary reno

ll superintend our dear young ones. Alas!" she said, with a languishing lo

s sighe

her young lover walked slowly backward

she said, looking up into his face.

ght laugh. "My life has been one of strange vicissitudes. No, no

er do so again,"

nk of the cup of happiness you know not what it is;

tell me about this life

you are my precious wife, and when days have passed on, and our full trust and confide

nown griefs

f

pine

d triump

veil of mystery which surrounded her betrothed, but she would take no st

ound, and placed her two clasped hands on his arm, her

insfolk; I have taken all on trust. I love you, John, so I fear not. They say that perfect love casteth out fear. There can be no dark secret in your life, no deed or deeds that you shame to disclose to

down on his knees, he pressed her hands t

hall be devoted to rewarding your trust in me

s a great proficient), they chatted, they waxed confidential, and not till Dame Martha summoned them to sup, did they perceive the

at the course of true love was to run very smooth-when

r were dining together,

brought forth from the depth of his cellar; he bade John Johnstone fill up his glass, and as

crashed untasted on the table, and the red

t him, and the colo

ously from one to another, a

in Betty Ives' cheek. "W

ng held all h

hair from the table, and

love order and a strong governme

ough, Mary Jones

here of what has happened tonight. For heaven's sake say nothing, keep all dark, and on this understan

nted him, misgivings that he had not done wisely by his darling. When the smal