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DICK'S SWEETHEART,
By the Anther of "'Aureate, Tnrvtei s,"
' Lore, Lem, Islammaan al)," "Pot:sore"
" Moose Mowll," 1:Tr,
CHAPTER I.
A dyiug sunset, a slopiug lawn, a rush-
ing, ttuubliug stream, a clump of Pont
firs to the right, odorous gardeu sweets
from the left, two corms in (lea's uWn
iikenes's, and a roaring rmgiug ocean down
below—all seem blended into one urtis-
tic whole, calm, almost motionless, save
for the quarrelhug of the turbulent
river and the faint doodling of the wavee
against the rocks upon the barren coast.
Slowly the early summer sun is set.
ting. Pale, with sad regret, he quits
the lovely earth, and pruparoe to lay
down his arme before eight's queen.
Already Dian's crescext narks the sky
—faint yet, because so far away, but
marching ever nearer, nearer, glad with
tho eertaiuty of 'victory asanred; the
happy wind, that all day long has rioted
in bower wn! "pleasaunee faire," has
gone to rest: a lengeoreas stillness lies
op all around; the air is heavy with the
breath of drowsy flowers.
" Ah, this clear England I" says a
young sweet voice, in atone of quick do -
light, " Though 1 have known it only
for a little week, still ii seems to me
that it, and no other land, means glome I"
Tho voice belongs to the prettiest lips
in the world, the lips belong to the
prettiest girl, a slender thing of about
seventeen, with a subtle oharm about
her difficult to describe, and with a face
most sweet, most fair, made up " of
every creature's beat"; a clear broad
brow, clear eyes are hoes, and a tender
loving mouth on which were writ in
plainest print the gentle workings of the
innocent soul within.
She is lyiug back in her garden-ohair,
with a white shawl throw-, across her
whiter gown. There is a little touch of
languor about her idle Hands and her
entire pose, a something indefinite to
fear in the excessive fairness of her rose -
leaf skis; there is indeed a spirituality
about her every glance and aotion, an
eagerness, a brightness too great for her
fragile frame. Her companion, a tall
aristocratic.looking woman of about
forty five, glances at her with some
anxiety.
"I hope you will be happy here," she
says, with a little sigh.
" Happy ! Oh, that is nothing! I
am always happy- And what a sigh,
auntie I I believe you are still pining
for your mosquitoes and your garlic."
The elder woman smiles gently, and
pats the small hand extended to her.
That she is slave to the owner of that
little hand one can see at the first glance.
Though she is a stern -featured woman,
with a face full of possible reservations
and pertain power, and the lines and
marks of long years replete with un-
utterable grief, there are signs too upou
it of natural tendencies bravely re-
pressed, and of self-ebnepation that has
yet failed to embitter the strong cour-
ageous spirit within. One firm to bear
and swift to read and sure to compre-
hend, she sits here calmly With the girl's
hand iu hers, as though no bitterness
from oat the cruel past had blanched
her soft dark Bair.
" I wonder what our neighbours will be
like?" asks the young girl vivaciously.
" Do yon know any of them ?"
" Only by hearsay. Yonrgrand-uncle,
during his last illness in Florence—
where, as you know, I went to attend
him—used to speak of some of thorn at
times, but only casually, and without
interest. At Iiingmoro—which, I take
it. must be about three miles from this—
Sir George and Lady Bouverie live with
their two sons, ane somewhere close to
them bho Ponsonbys of the Hollows ;
but this is only guesswork. I hardly
know whore they live, or if they live at
all."
" Are the Poneonhys a large family ?"
" No—only tither and daughter. .lir.
Pousonhy is brother to Lady Bouverie,
and eornes of a good old family, but a
poor one. He is a great scholar, I be-
lieve, but rather dreamy, and a book.
worm ; he reads with young men for the
Army, or something like that. You see
I am a little obscnre on all points."
"I am glad he has a ddoghter, at
least ; 1 have so seldom had girl -friends.
I wish, too, Lady Bouvert,'s family
mesnt ono eon and one daughter; don't
" I don't think so, my dear. Expori-
elle° has taught ma that young 100n
M.N. preferable to young women—ono
vonng woman "—fondly—" excepted."
\h, that is because you aro such a
end Hirt 1" says the girl gaily, atwhich
they both laugh without reservation as
at 'oma very superior joke.
" Alae for one's secret sine; they are
sire to linden's out I" murmurs the elder
woman lightly, running her fingers with
a lingering fondness through the soft
short rings of suony hair that cover the
pretty head so near to her.
A little laugh breaks from Dolores.
She springs to her feet, and, throwing
from her the shawl throb has shielded
bar from the evening breeze; as though
somewhat impatient of the caro lavished
npon her, Suns eagerly to the garden on
her left. Here flowers throng her path.
Having made a delicate raid upon them,
51,0 retsina again to her aunt's Bide, and
Hing s horsolf upon the grass at her feet.
tier•iuvasion of the summer garden has
borne trait. She now llee, with her head
well throvrn bank against MinsMaturin's
kneo, tulmiritg, with leisurely grace, the
tell white lily in her hand, the sweet re -
stilt of her assault,
"Tell mo, auntie," she says presently,
rain leg hor eyes to the dale face above
her—'' how long is it since my grand•
un(le died?"
'lost, seventeen voars."
11-ny, uiI ,beim 14 as old as ply,
birth 1"---"
As though a slalew from oat the lnuli
buried least be e:aue to her with the
girl's mortis, Miss Maslu'iu starts, mud 0
quick Irown balls upeu her brow,
S,s i reel) vl ars 1" says Dolores.
1tnt ca lou,, lin,' time 1 And yes.
thuut,1 he leityoa this place, you hover
c uc0 calm, to ser It, flow uukiud 01
,u to hide its be•uni,s from me until
now 1 'lVln• ilial you not come home
cornier, mei brill}: 1,e 111tH you ?"
'1';10 shadow do opens on tho elder
wowen's fare.
Purilaps f lied a l:wcyfor travelling,,"
lie nut's eiowly.
A !noting our, v., -nit is? In.^, l
W01.1 ter you 01,101.1 kt,;. u,v,.v ;1.,'., : •
place, ltliowing thitt 1; was s, 1111M111.• ••
"I didn't kuow; 1. net or I,a1011 u., '1
now,"
" Not when your natio teas alive ?"
'There is uoiltiug so wo."lurful in
that. lie Was always abroad, and ,+a
had our own place up in the North."
"As nice as liotne se tike 2"
" No, A bleak, cold, berme pinee—u
hateful place! I never wish to see 1,r
hear of it again." There is savories's:l
horror iu her tone,
" Wliy 2 Did my mother die there 2"
questions the girl softly,
" No." Mists \l u'trn,, getting up soma.
what abruptly, nm008 00 as t0 stun l be-
hind Dolore'e chair, and luaus upon toe
back of it. " Look et that dying alnl-
set," She says quickly, "Could any.
thing be more lovely ? Mark the oi":.r
streaks of orange and crimson—ouch
straightpure bare, such—"
"It is as perfect as all this perfect
scene; I feel I eau never tire of it.
But where did my mother die, 5ant;e ?
Was it abroad ?"
"Yes, abroad. Keep that shawl mor"
closely round your cheat, Dolores; there
is often chill in these summer Winans,
What a pretty little shawl it is S'l,ort
was it wo bought it 2 Genova—oh Y
" No—Lucerne, kava you forgot ton ?
It WW1 jllSh 80011 an evening as this we
sacv and fell in lova with it. lint whore
abroad did my mother die, 5u0tie ? 10
Franco 2"
"Yes, In France." Mies 3Iutirilt
looks round her a little helplessly, as
if distressed. "About your grand-ueele,"
she says rapidly—" you worn asking me
about him jest now, w010 you not?
Such an eccentric old man as he Was,
het not altogether unlovable. Ile ha+l
his heart set on Italy, though why none
of us knew, Ile hal no kin there, no
friend, no love, and no special desire for
art that I could see ; yet he declined to
be happy out of Florence. When dyin•',
his greatest oonsolation was in the
thought that his bones would lie there
for ever."
" I eau understand him," says the girl
dreamily. "To lie for ever at rest in
slatoly Florence would have its charm ;
but, to me, to die in suoh a land as this,
near bho waving corn and tho scented
flowers, with the cool night -wind sigh-
ing above ley grave, would be a greeter
happiness."
Better live in such a land," said
Miss Maturin hastily. " And is this an
evening on which to'talkrof death or the
gravg ? '
"lou are right. Lob us go back,
then, to oar original topic," aogniancu,
the girl gaily, with unconscious cruelty.
" Tell me about my mother. But come
round here to lee first, Lathe ; I cannot
sae your face there."
Miss Maturin, after a faint hesitation,
going back to her seat, torus hor face to
liar niece with a straight but rather
forced gaze.
' Why not rather tally about your
coming life hero?" she says.
" To-morrow—any other time will do
for that ; but now I want to know some.
thing real of my another. All you have
yet told m° is s0 little, so vague, so
shadowy. But to -clay, when we have
coma to her own land, the longing is
strong upon me to know more of her.
There must bo something in the air to-
night -which compels me to speak of
her."
" There is so little to toll," says Miss
Matnrin. Her voice has loot its kindly
ring, and now sounds constrained and
harsh. " A young life out short, in its
nineteenth year—what would there be
of any moment in it ?"
"'loll me," says the girl, leaning
towards her, the soft wind rougheuiug
her pretty short hair as ,she moves—
" was her marriage a happy ono 2 Was
it "—leaning even closer to hor, the bet-
ter to watch her face, in glad expooba•
time of her answer—" clove marriage 2"
But no answer comes to her. A cleanly
eilcnoo Booms to have enveloped Miss
Maturin ; it lasts for quite a minute—a
long time, when two large gray eyes
are watching ono in puizled surprise.
At length, by a supremo effort, she
breaks it.
" How oan I tell ?" she says coldly.
" i was not with her at the time; I was
in Italy with my uncle. You have surely
forgotten 1"
" But you saw her afterwards, when
you took me—a little baby—from her
arms ?"
" From her dying arms—yes; but that
was no tilnefor confidences, or thoughts
of worldly love."
" No true love can be worldly," says
the girl absently; then, with a little
playful laugh, " But that I know you
would not bare do it," she says, smooth-
ing lightly the hand that Hoe in Hors,
" I should say you were trying not to
answer me."
" Why should I do that 2"
"I don't know—perhaps— Why
will you never speak of my mother to
me, auntie ? Is it—is it because you
did not love her 2"
"Perhaps it is because I loved her too
well I" returns 1,Liss Maturin, an ashen
tint overspreading her face. She
shrinks as elle says 'it, and, stooping,
presses upon tho girl's Blender fingers a
tremulous carets.
TIE BRUSSELS FOST
A 5011110n flood of colour springs into GOOD NEW1.i,
Dolores' oboelte,1i i' lips gnivor,
`t771"1'orgivemol"rhewhispers,elippins,' For the Farmer.
ono drum ronud her itimb's 00011, 1.I
—
Was '1051 to you? It harts you, I can
new 001, to :weals of hurl How (moldI 11i11'e x001)1 (1 the I111,111' for
2 ergo you rig ? Our dead is al'.vnys , u Groy township for a
precious, mmol I--"
"lt is nobhinv. Do not tli,, r,4,,,t. Paten Load lifting Machine.
self about it. It 18 over al 008L1 T ,it
5011 aro right, child. "—m'ith ai ci•'' 'o boll call do your hauling and
olort—" 11 (icon hurt me to sprat. ,,:--•- lowing with ono mail less than
yew lnnnil
mybherfa n"tltr2"—timidly. ity, 11501:11, as a boy can 11111 the ma-
,1latnrin, in a ...tear Gconvenient vel"r, " lr ' ' savingconvenientent and can be had
,
"All ars dre01-•—sl! ;;olesay. "'! (%11100. It jEi simple, durable, label'
not brine thorn to Hie again. Let r -.a+ ata small expense. Farmers do
not be deceived, order this patent
and take no other. Wo will take
pleasure any time in testing it
with any other load lifter made,
and as to its reliability, safety,
strength, lightness of draught and
expedition, it has no equal. Wo
have testimonials from farmers
saying it is the best thing they
have on the farm and that they
would not be without it for three
times its cost. See this Lifter bo -
fore you invest a dollar in any-
thing of tho kind as it is just what
you want. Any information de-
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Anyone infringing on the Patent
will be prosecuted.
pest ha. the present only 18 oar oe r
let us he mutant with A. Beloved did l"
—with midden rr•-ltrment—"think of
the ;;1cr;ons ennsrt, the sky, the s'e,
the ;lowers, all t :t1 you tell mo rot
love, but nuv"r of the years gone Is, !'
"I/tarca,1will think of melees; 1, •
can 011.11 ,,8 ymtmin ; nod here, is t.‘,
halgy England, yon will 1.1,1 12, t I,• ,
early gGiefe—with me to lova roe: - ,a
not so? Yon will stay hero, sone:,
You n'1 1 not want to weeder amain ^"
" I hope not "—very cuieblr ; 1. ,
normo piercing thought disturbs bho
treauberaus calm. " 1 hopo," she so,—
again.
o, -again suddenly, with vainly chidden pen-
sion, " that nothing will over happou to
drive LIB away from this place of refuge,"
" Why, auntie, how strangely you say
thet I" says the girl. " What is it,
then ?"—softly, with the sweetest aux-
i
Nothing, child! Nothing, my bo•
loved ono I I3ut, when one has suffered
much, one has doubts 00011 in one's hap-
piest hours,"
" Must all suffer 2" asks Dolores seri-
onely, hor oyos full of pitying wonder,
not so much for horsolf, an for the world
at large.
" Nay, not all. Some are more for-
tenate than others—yet all mast feel
the knife. To some it is blunt, to Borne
sharp and poisoned as a serpent's fang.
Many have seemingly prosperous lives;
hub there is always death, my darling—
the most prosperous cannot conquer
that I Alas, what a bird of ill omen I
am to my own bright bonny bird I Bit
you would have me speak ; nod, after
all,swcetheart, there is only ono grief
that can quite rend the heart in twain."
"And that 2" The beautiful childish
lips are parted, the starry eyes aro
opened wide.
" Is dishonour 1 But the very breath
of it meat not come nigh yon. It oannot
—it shall not—after all these years 1"
:the usolaims fiercely, but Bo low that
her last words do not reach Dolores'
ears,
"Dishonour? Ah, yes, that is what
waled touch one!" she says thought.
fully-
" It shall not touch you,"
"No—no, of course not; and yet "—
slipping from her °heir down upou her
itcees, and casting her pretty hall•ualced
arms aoroes Mise 111eturinls lap—" you
'peak" —glancing at hor wistfully—
" as if it had calve near you ; and how
coelci it, without toucbine me ?"
"I wus bub irnaginiug a case. Tut,
child 1"—with a swift "frowu. " Must
one never converse except of personali-
ties? Once in a way perforce one wan-
ders afield. And, as for suffering of any
sort, what has it to do with you while
your old aunt is hero to protect you ?
Como—forget this idle conjecturing ; let
us rattler think and plan for a happy
morrow that shall bo but the oom•
menccmout af'many happier ones,"
CHAPTER II.
"I think our now neighbours are 111re-
ly to prove interesting," says Lady Bou-
verie, sweeping her blank fen iudolontly
to and fro.
' That means they are either savages
or endowed with rarer attributes than
moat," returns a young man, who is
busying himself pulling the ears of a
black-and-tan terrier. Another young
man, lounging against the open window,
says nothing.
It is a sultry afternoon in mid-Jnuo—
heavy, burdensome, because of its un-
broken beat. The wind has forgobten
the earth ; the roses—its lovers—are
drooping outside in the garden ; the
sunflowers, stately and grand in their
long stiff beds, aro glowing and sighing
in vlyin.
" Miss Matnrin I thought cold in man-
ner, bat aristocratic in appearance,"
goes on Lady Bouverie. " She is of good
blood beyond question, the Maturius of
Eglay, from whom they all coma, being
quite everything one could desire. They
eau count as many generations as the
ordinary puLreenti leis years."
"Can Miss Maturin eopnt many
years ?" asks the young man with the
barrier, hall insolently.
" Moro than yon can, certainly. She
is Aunt forty or tortyfivo, I should
gay."
Alae and alacic ! And is she the
hoirceu? Are all my fond hopes to bo
fie cruelly dashed ? Is there no saving
clause? Is she the whole of our new
neighbours?"
" My dear Bruno, do let Fife's 05111
alone; I'm cure she cannot like that in.
comment pulling I No; there is a ni0ce
—such a pretty creature, all warmth
and sunshine, the most extnomo contrast
to the aunt, who to me appeared really
rather forbidding. It seems she—the
niece—is the heiress, as eke inherits all
her aunt's property, which is consider.
abio, both bore and in the North. A
charming girl I thought her,"
For an instant her eyes wander to hor
elder son, leaning idly half in, half out of
the window, and apparently indifferent
to the oonvereation. His indifference
seems at this moment to cause hoe some
annoyyance; ebo frowns slightly, and
taps hor foot upon the door with urlmfs•
tal(able impatience, She is a tall woman
of the bony type, with a cold haughty
expression, an eve lilto an male, and a
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The undersigned has the following
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THE DUNDAS CORD BINDER.
Harvest Queen Reaper,
Front and Roar Out Mower,
Hay Rakes, Hay Tenders, Wisner
Seed Drill, the Bain Wagon, The
Guelph Bell Organ, Raymond Sewing
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Sulky Plows, three kinds of Soudies's,
Horse Powers, Gratin Grinders, Mow-
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Mill, 1 second hand Buggy, 1 second
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'MUSSELS, 11\r.
BRUSSELS WOOLEN MILLS.
I beg to inform the farming com-
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take in
Carding, Sjinning,
And ,Weaving,
at my New Brick Woolen mill,
and promise to give Satisfaction
to those favoring us with their
trade. I have on hand and will
keep constantly in stock a full as-
sortment of
Cloths.
Flannels,
lilanke(s,
knitted Goods,
TWeede,
Drag,gete,
Yarns,
Dress Goods.
Cotton Shillings, Grey Cottons, &e.
Also Fine Canadian Tweeds,
PANTINGS & SERGES
for Suits which we will get made -
up on short notice and a good fit
warranted every time.
Highest Market Price
PAID colt
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