The Lady of the Aroostook

whimsical brown eyes that twinkled under his cap-peak, while a lurking smile played under his heavy mustache; but he did not speak. Staniford said, there was a pleasant fello

eristically assumed the responsibility, although the voyage by sailing-vessel rather than steamer was their c

this irresolute mood. If I understand it, Europe is the place for American irresolution. When I've made up my mind, I'll come home again

against both,

Old Virginia. The trouble is that the Virginias, otherwise irreproachable, are not paying fields for such enterprises. They say that

ere you are, Staniford? You've

tated income, unless you have some object in view besides living, and I haven't,

one thing, I'm sure you'd succ

tors keep my literature a long time before they print it. This doesn't seem the highest aim of being. I have the noble earth-hunger; I must get upon the land. That's why I've got upon the water." Staniford laughed again, and pulled comfortably a

. Now, if you were taking some nice girl with you!" Dunham said,

turf hovel in Colorado? What nice girl would go? 'I wil

u take any risks of dege

oots. Well, there is time yet to turn back from the brutality of a patriarchal life. You must allow that I've ta

em, and they discussed it languidly, like

to the East, I should feel pretty sa

answered his f

g," said Dunham

n't have cared; but when you go and make a bad thing of it yourself, with your eyes open, there's a reluctance to place the responsibility where it belongs that doesn't occur in the other case. Dunham, do you think it altogether ridiculous that I should feel there was something sacred in the money? When I remember how hard my poor

voyage will do you good, and you'll have time to thin

agine in New England. We fair people fancy we are the only genuine Yankees. I guess that's a mistake. T

d Dunham. "Perhaps on acco

in life. Every novelist runs a blonde heroine; I wonder why. This girl has the clear Southern pallor; she's of the ol

eline, as she sat in the door-

e of a picture; but I don't know that

bird,' the c

s perch, looking at you over its shoulder, if you come up behind. That trick of the heavily lifted, half lifted eyelids,-I wonder if it's a trick.

ed rather too fat a sufferer on that tombstone. Lurell

"It isn't fair to call the girl by th

s much sense in it as there is in any name. It sounds very well. Lurella

g of now,-what's passing in

a given point. That's what's passing in every girl's mind-when she's thinking. It's perfectly right. Processsions of young girls are simila

sented Dunham; "and I

uiser of ladies' hearts! You hope the procession is composed entirel

red laugh which the best of men give when falsely attainted of gallant

rviceable article of real learning, and where the local octogenarian remembers seeing something famous in the way of theatricals on examination-day; but neither his children nor his grandchildren have seen the like. There's a decay of the religious sentiment, and the church is no longer a social centre, with merry meetings among the tombstones between the morning and the afternoon service. Superficial humanitarianism of one kind or another has killed the good old orthodoxy, as the railroads have killed the turnpikes and the country taverns; and the common schools have killed the academies. Why, I don't suppose this girl ever saw anything livelier than a township cattle show, or a Sunday-school picnic, in her life. They don't pay visits in the country except at rare intervals, and their evening parti

iously from the silence in which he had lis

to be an amateur by the delusive possession of early wealth, and now burning with a creative instinct in the direction of the sheep or cattle business; you have the gift of univ

bt that,"

bt it? P

ow that she had no sens

; most of us have a dumb, brutish attachment to the cari luoghi; but if she knows anything, she hates its surroundings, and must be glad to get out into the world. I should like mightily to know how the world strikes h