A Beautiful Possibility

. "She looks like a walking shadow. I should not be surprised if she had inherited he

ere, Mamma, until you are quite sure there is no dan

healthy. I don't believe Doctor Russe will listen to her going to the seaside, and

ith Christine Drayton, you know, and Papa does not intend to leave the city, so we can persuade him that it is our duty to seize such a golden opportunity of doing things economic

ration. "It was very clever of you to think of it, Isabelle. You ought

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sque Vermont scenery and Evadne looked ou

finding none. Another journey in the dark! I wonder what will be at the end of this one? Well, I'll hop

on found herself seated in a comfortable carriage behind a handsome chestnut mare, bowlin

striking contrast to the growing preoccupation of Judge Hildreth, and a sort of airy

Nature's sweet restorer' one night under the roof of my respected brother-in-law, the next under my own. The ancients, with their primitive modes of laborious transit, were only half alive. We of to-day, thanks to the melodious tea-kettle and inventive cerebral tissue of the youthful Watt, live in a perpetual hand-clasp, so to speak, and, by means of the flashing chain of light whic

ening. My niece by marriage,

conversation, then the carriages went on their separat

owers and lawns, grand old trees and distance-purpled hills, th

weetness about the smiling mouth, and the face, although not classically beautiful, possessed a subtle spiritual charm more fascinating than mere physical perfection

ps caught hers in a kiss, and Evadne felt with a great throb

down beside her on the couch and took off her hat and gloves,

hought, the comfortable wicker rockers, the bamboo tables holding several half cut magazines, an open work-basket, a vase with a single rose, while on the low mantel

d into a bewildering vista of summer beauty. There were flowers beside each plate as well as in the quaintly carved

own making, the blocks of golden sponge cake, the crisp lettuce, the fragrant strawberries, the cool jelly frosted with snow. Evadne drank her tea out of a chocolate tinted cup, fluted like the bell of a fl

ehended, but this decoction of bitter herbs, steeped to death in water far past its proper temperature, is concentrated lye, my dear Evadne, nothing but concentrated lye. By the way, Marthe, I wish you would give your personal supervision to the preparation of my hot water in the future. Nothing comparable to hot water, Evadne, just before retiring. It aids digestion and induces sleep, and sleep you know is a gift of the gods. The Chinese mode of punishing criminals has always seemed to me exquisite in its barbarity. They simply make it impossible for the unhappy wretches to obtain a

has put himself on record as intimating that the want of sleep is a potent factor in the deplorably heavy death rate of the present d

listening to voices of sweeter tone than those of earth. She came back to the present again on the instant and met her niece's eyes with a smile, but in the subtle realm of i

dne to go to her room. The long journey had been a g

ncle Horace," she said as s

lant bow. "'We are such stuff as dreams are made

ld her, while the evening breeze blew through the room and the twilight threw weird shadows a

ere is the clang of the car gongs and the rumble of cabs and the tramp of feet upon the pavement until it see

ieter than usual to-night; Joanna is sitting up with a sick neighbor,

e the bed. "Now we must begin

Evadne, "I feel as if I

s. "You dear child! Then t

bsorbing interest of her subject, she talked on and on, and Mrs. Everidge with the wisdom of true sympathy, made no attem

is so desperately lonely!" she s

r child, that we may learn to know the beautiful Fatherliness of God. We can never find true happiness until our restles

at sounds lovely, but people do not think of hi

away, little one? 'As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.' Why, God

dness. "I believe you are his angel of

dentity. Here, sometimes, it seems as if we had neither the one nor the other. Christ follows out the same idea in his picture of the abiding place

?" cried Evadne. "I tho

older we grow, the more we find that the great majority have the same feelings and perplexities

rse in all the Bible?" as

adne thought she had never heard a

and a fragrance all its own? Two of my special favorites are in the Revelation,-'To him that overcometh, to him will I give of the hidden manna, and I will give him a wh

a joy to serve and give. It hurts the Christ to have us content to be simply servants when he would lift us up to the higher plane of friendship, when he has put upon us the high honor of the dearest friend of all! Earthly brides spend a vast deal of time and thought over their trousseau, so I think Christ's bride should walk among men with a sweet aloofness while the spiritual garments are being fashioned in which she is to dwell with him. The Bible says a great deal about dressing. 'Let thy garments be always white'-the sunshine color, the joy color-for bye and bye we are to walk with him in white, you know. Our spiritua

othed in the garments which he has selected,-all light and joy

in which they had been tasting the sweetness of it

n an added beauty. "He