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" you .
olootriflod the good people of
01C llmrnflold to•day,"
TIIC DfISP'RTSB OP ]tIOIfIOND TEOU$E Georgia laughed,
' "Do you know you wore not acting
just now, Georgia? Do you know you
A WALE O WEIONO croon. . aro ambitious ouougll to scalp beavms?
-- Do you know that you have within you
By Mss. MAY AG1NI;S FLEMING, what burled Lucifer from heaven?"
"Yes, sir," she said, lifting hor eyes
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ot,n, "• auto', boldly; "I know it.”
Perrr'n klocroc,g•i;,v., Etc. "And do you not fear?"
--- "No, sir."
"Do you kuow you aro composed of
01on1onts that will make you either an
ern hearty ; the jot-hlook shining hair, angel or a—demon ?"
swept off tbo broad forolwad in smooth "Mho Jorusha says I'm tela latter
silkon braid t became well tho i 'ir1"t now, sir," she said, witha light laugh.
ribbons that bound it, as did also the Ile looked ab hor with a smile half
clasn•fltting crimson dress ate worn. fond, half sad.
Goorgia (for of carte ovory reader "Geor ia, take care."
above the unsuspecting ago of threo of what, sir 2"
yoars knows who it eq, without "Of yourself—your worst enemy:"
bpm;{ at all aware of it, always fell into "Father Murray says every one is his
the style of dross that bent siiite.t her;
and harmonized with hor warm, tropical
complexion—dark, rich colors, such as
blank, purple, crimson, or in sunnior,
white. Tho two years that have pasird
own worst many."
' "You aro not like ovary one. You aro
a little two•odgod sword in a remark.
ably thin sheath, lay littlo sprite. Tako
care."
silica we saw her last have chaugt:d her Well I know I'm thin," saki Goorgia,
wonderfully; but tho full, proud, pay- i who was in ono of her lansarions moods;
sinuate, flashing eyes aro the same iu "but that is my misfortune, Mr. Cole -
their dark splendor ; tho short, angling I man, not my fault. Wait a little while,
upper lip and curved nostril tell lir talo min you'll see I'll turn out to be a fe-
of priclo, and passion, and daring, and mala pockot edition of Daniel Lambert."
scornful power—toll that time Islay have „Georgia!"
ou
soitod, but has not eradicated, the 1 „Well, sir."
temper of our stormy little asr;auco of ;. "Promiso mo one thing."
wiklflro. "What is it, first 2"
los, sho sito thorn, leaning listlessly "That you will study vory hard till I
back in her seat, her little restless dome back next winter."
brown Lauds folded quietly cuong:l he „Of course I will, sir. I made that
hor lap, her long black lashes soiling promise moo before."
her darkly glancing oyes, cast do a u I „Indeed 1 To whom ? Miss Jorusha 2"
with a sort of proud insoleuco ; but it is "Mise J'ornsha 1" said Georgia, laugh -
the calm that precedes the teln1 et, Lha ing. " 1 goose not. To a friend of mina
dangerous spirit of the drowsy and —a young gouthoman.'
beautiful leopard, the dap, treacherous Anil the girl of fifteen glanced up
stillness that heralds the bursting shoots I from under her long lashes at tho dig -
of fire from the volanco's bosom, thei nified man of forty.
white ashes that overlie warming "Pooh, Georgial stiok to your books,
flatlets biddon away bonrath them, and never mind the genus' halm. You're
bob roady at any moment to burst forth.,a pretty subject to be advised by young
And there sho sat, known only to thosegmltlemen. I1 was good advice, though,
present as the smart little 'ill, the
star i.chuler of the school, geo,l-lotering,
bright, generous, and wain -hearted,
too, but "ugly tempered."
The dark, bright, handsome eyes of
the girl of fifteen had already carried
unexampled desolation into more than
one susceptible breast, and s0010 of tllo
unhappy youths woro so badly stricken
as to ho guilty of the atrocity of 1rr;+c-
trating soul -harrowing "poetry" to those
same clangorous optics. But these wore
only tho worst ,eases, and oven they
never tried it but in the first delirium
of tho attack, and, like all delirious
fevers, it soon passed away, died out
like a hot little fire under (to use
homely simile) tho wet blanket of hor
cool, utter indifforence, and they re-
tortion to their bucicwhoat cakes, and
pork, and molasses with just as good au
appctito as ovar.
Ono by ono tho people came in until
the ecloo:-llouso was filled, and then
the cerci: es commenced. Tho pro
miums were arranged on a table, anis at
a desk Bioside it stood tho master, who
rose and callod out :
"First prize for general excolleuce
avmroed to Miss Georgia Darrell."
Thyro was a momeul's profound si.
lona, while every eyo turned upou
Georgia, and then, as if by general im.
pulse, there was an enthusiastic round
of applauso, for hor warm, ardent na-
ture, and many generous impulses,
made her schoolmates like her in spite
of ]tor ebullitions of temper. Aud in the
midst of this Georgia, rose, with a flash-
ing eyo and kindling cheek, and; ad.
voicing to whero the teacher stood, re.
coi; cod tho !lost prize from his hand,
courtesiod, and, with head proudly erect,
and theca ]lot with the excitomont of
triumph, walked bank to her seat.
Then camo the other premiums, for
grammar, for geography, history and
astronomy • tho first prize was still
awarded to "Miss Georgia Darrell,"
until tho good folks of Burnfleld began
to ltuit their brows in anger and 3oa-
lousy, and accused the master of being
and I endorse it."
"Very well, sir; but why am I to at.
bona to my studies more than any of the
rest of your pupils—Mary Ann Jonas,
for instance ?" -
"Humph ! There is a wide cliflerr.
once. Mary Alm Jones. will go home
and holp hor mother to knit stockings,
scrub the floor, make pumpkin pies, said
eat them, too, without even -a thouglis
of mischief, while you would bo break-
ing your nook or somobody else's, sottiug
tho iron on fire, or bottling thunderbolts
to blow up tho community gonoraily.
All, thero is mora truth than poetry in
that ouplet of the solemn and prosy
Dr. Watts, wherein bo assures us—
'mann !lads moo nnsoilict 0111
For idle hands to do.'
On that principle you need to bo kept
'tansy. Between you and Mary Aim
,Tones thoro is as !dish difference as
thorn is bctwcou that useful domestics
fowl, a barnyard goon•, and that dam-
gerous, sharle-clawo,f, good•for-nothing
thing, a tameless mountain ea_lot; am
you may consider the comparison any.
thing but complimentary to you. Mary
Ann is going to bo a worry, contented,
capital house -keeper, and you—what
aro you going to bo 2"
"A vagaborres on the face of tbo girth,"
said Georgia, imitating Miss .Jorusha'=
nasal twang so well that it nearly over-
set the good teacher's gravity.
"Ab, Georgia 1 1 see you aro in ono of
your wild moods to -day, and will not
listen to reason. Well, good-bye—bo z
good girl till I come back."
"Good-bve, sir. 7 don't think I will
over be a good girl, but I will bo as
good as I can. Good-bye, and thank
you, sir."
There was something so darkly earn-
est in her face, that Mr. Coleman
looked after hor, more puzzled than he
had ever before been by a pupil. Sho
bait always been' an enigma to him—
she was to most people—and to•clay she
was more nnroadablo than over.
"I declare to screech, Georgy 1" said
swayed, telco the rust, by a hand- Miss Jerusha, as they walkod home to.
depriving thoirgather, "you like to sheered the life out
some face, and unjustly de111.0
offspring for tho sake of this "stuck-up I shouted . da
to-olare t pgratlous 1 of ib wean ou talked ant
Georgia Darrell," who — as Deacon parfecly orful, not to say downright
Brown remarlt0(1, iu a scandalized tone,
seemed to despise the vory "MAL sho wicked. Talk about soba' heaven l
there's sense§For yon now 1 And it's not
walked mi:
The distribution was over at last, and only sinful, as Deaoon Brown romarkod,
then came the dialogues. And hero , but rr, r now,o011 oven 1 Where could a
Goorgia'1 star was in the ascendant ladder, or oven a fire osnapo bo
0 gof long enough to do it? Pahl it's
again. Sho,,and the teacher, perhaps, dis •ustin', such nonsense! I wonclor 1L
know what acting was—not ono of tho mail like that there Mr. Oolomatl would
cost had the remotest fd00—and they 'low of doh talk in his school buss it'a
hold their vary breath to listen, as rale disgraeoful—that's what it is!"
losing her own identity, hor oyos blazed
and her cheeks burned, and sho strode
up and down, doclaiming with such vo.
hement gostutos, that thoy looked at
Georgia laughed. ' Georgia was morn
patient with Miss Jorusha than she
used to be, and had her hot temper
one snot or in a sort of terror, wonder, more under control. This was in a
and a(bni1ation. And once, when sho groat measure owls to }110 instrueteons
and another woro repoabing a selection
from Tamerlane, whom sho took tho
charactor of Bajazob, and Tamerlane, in
r a :
a sort of wonder and admiration, on , s ys'
"The w0rldt 'tirould bo too littlo for tby pride
Thou Wouldet natio hoavon I"
Georgia's Oyes of lightning blazed, and
raising hor hand with a !passionate gas.
turn, sem strato over and ftercoly them
dorod ; •
WOULD! Away! My soul
Disdains thy commented"
The Tamerlane of tho moment no.
ooilad in terror, mod there was an
instant's cloath-like alone, while ovory
heart thrilled with tho lcnowladgo that
the ,dant, wild girl wet' not "acting,"
but speaking the truth.
It vias all ovor mt last, and, with a few
words from tho teacher, the assembly
was dismissed. As Goorgia gathered
. up her armful of prizes and put on hor
bonnob, tato Maher came over, and,'to
tho jealousy of tho allot pupils, held
oat lies hand bo her who had front the
and geode exhortations of good Mrs.
Murray, little Emily's motion?, who had
taught her that instead of conferring
a favor on the olci maid by living
with hex, she owed hag a dobt
of gratitude she would find it difficult to
repay. And Georgia, whoso faults wore
more of the head than of tho haat, saw
Mrs. Murray was right, and oonsonbod
to try and behave herself for tho future.
Georgia found self•oontrol a vory dill!..
cult lesson to praobice; and tbo impulsos
of her mature very atoll rose and mas-
tored her good rosolutious yet. Still it
was something for leer avow to try, and
it had each au offoct on Miss Jerusha
that the vinegar M that sour spinster's
composition became perceptibly, loss
acid, arnd the ward and "dragon" got
along mucin better than formerly. So
true 1t is that ovory effort to do good is
rewarded even here.
Whon Georgia got Homo sho found
liar, Mond Emily Murray awaiting her.
1 espito the wido difforouco in their clis-
positions, Emily and Gaorgiawore still
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last friends. Emily did not go to tho
lnbllo sehonl, but was taught at 110me
by hor upother. But they saw eao11
ahoy Query day, and family's sunny dis-
position helped nob a littlo to softon
down our savage little wildcat into hor
present state of comparative civiliza-
tion. Still tlhe same rounded littlo lady
was Emily, perhaps an inch or two
higbor than when thirteen years old,
but still nothing to speak of, with the
seam smiling, rosy, sunshiny littlo Moo
pooping out from its wealth 01 tangled
yellow curls—for Emily's bair would
Persia in curling in spite of all attempts
to comb it straight and respectable
loolciug, and porsisb0d in leaving its own
way, and 01(01(ly rebelling against all
established authority.
"0h, Georgia! I'm so glad 1" oxclaim-
od Emily, throwing her arms around
Georgia's nock, and administering a
dozen or two short, sharp little kisses
that wont off like the corks out of so
many giugor boor bottles. "I'm ever
so glad that you got all the prizes 1 3
know you would; I said it all along.
I know you were dreadfully clever, f
you Duly lilted. And now I want you to
conte right over to our houso and spend
tile owning with us. Mother told mo
to come for you. 011, Georgia, we'll
have a good tiino 1"
"Wall, there, lean, you needn't stran-
(;lo mo about it," said Georgia, laugh.
mglyreleasing hcrsolf. "If MissJcrusha
doesu't want Inc particularly I'll go."
Two years previously Georgia would
no
moro have thought of asking Miss
Jorusha's loavo about anything than
sho would of flying; but sin00 she had
Como to a sense of her duty things were
differout. But as the leopard ca1111011
change his spots, nor the Ethiop his
skin, so neither could she entirely alter
hor nature, and there was an involun.
tory delimit light in her eyo, and a
haughtiness in hor tone, when asking
a favor, and a fierce bright flash and
passionate gesture when refused.
Miss Jerusha 1001(0d undecided, and
was boginniug a dubious "Wal, roily,
now—" wbou Emily's impulsive arms
were around ler soak, and her pretty
faoo upturned.
"All, now, Miss Jerusha, pleasero do ;
that's a dear 1 Do just let her come
over this ouco. I want hor so dread-
fully. P -p -please now."
No heart, unless made of double re.
flood cast iron, could resisb that sweat
littlo face and pleading "please now;"
so Miss Jorusha, who liked littlo Emily,
(as indeed nobody could help doing)
accordingly "pleased," and Emily, giv-
ing her a kiss—of which commodity
that small individual had a large stook
in trade, that, like the widow's cruse of
old, Dover diminisbecl=put on Georgia's
hat, and, nodding a smiling good-bye to
Miss Jerusha, marched her off in tri-
umph.
"I am so glad, Georgia, you got so
many prizes. Oh, I know all along you
woro real clever. I should like to be
clever, but I'm not ono bit ; but you, I
guess you're going to bo genius, Goor-
gia," said Emily soberly.
"Sousenue, 1•1m 1 A genius! 1 hope
1. shall never bo anythiug half so dread -
'
fol."
Dreadful 1 Why, Georgia 2"
"Why, Emily?" said Georgia,mimiok
ing her. "Geniuses aro a nuisance, I
repeat—jusb as comets, of meteors, or
eclipses, or anything out of the ordinary
conrso are. People make a fuss about
them anis blacken their noses looking
through smoked glass at them, and thou
they aro gone iu a twinkling, and not
worth all the time that was wasted
'oozing at them. I know it is sacrilege
and high treason to say so, but that loos
not alter my opinion on the subject., and
so don't trouble that small, anxious
head of yours, my dear tittle snowflake,
about my being a genius again."
"Well, I know 1!'110 thinks so as wall
1 as I do," said Emily.
"Who?"
! "Why, Richmond 'Wildair. Do yon
recollect the day, long ago, ho first 'told
you to go to school 2"
"TDs."
"Well, coming home that day he said
he knew you were a littlo genets and
should not hide your light motor a
bushol, but sot it on the hilltop. I
romombor his words well, because thoy
sounded so funny bhon that tho • crude
S
lie laugh.'
Pooh 1 what dons he know about it?
What a littlo simpleton I most havo
been to do ovor3'thiug ho used to tell
me to. Still, that was good adv.ico
about going to school, and T. don't know
but what, on tho whole, I fool grateful
to him for it. That was two years aro,
wasn't it, Em ? Why, it seems like
yesterday."
"And that funny btothor of his," said
Emily, laughing at some recollootious of
her own, "ha used to say things in suoh
a droll way. I wonder 1f they'll ever
come back."
"Why, what would briug than 'back,
now that thoir uncle has gone away for
his health. I wonder if travelling really
doos make sick popple well?"
"Don't kuow, I'm sure. Isn't ib a pity
'to have such a nico 11011`00 as that shut
up thud so lonely and desortod looking?"
"I wish that house was Mina," said
Goggia. "I should like to live in a
largo, handsome place like that. Duda
litble crampod places like our cottage—
thoy'ro horrid:'
"Why, that's 00V0ting your neighbors
goods," said Emily. " Look out,
Georgia."
"Well, then, I should like ono all goad
as that. I wish r 0(5(10(1 one just like
it, I shall, too, some day," said Georgia,
doidodly.
"Do tell," said Emily, "whole you are
going to got it. Aro you going to gob a
poddlor 2"
"No. I ahead to bo rich."
"You do? How?"
"I don'b know yet; but I shall 1 I'm
dotormned to bo rich. T am quito euro I
will be,'r said Georgia, in a tote of qulot
W1,11.awry
dooieion.
"Wall, really 1 But its bettor to be
pocr'than rich. 'l.t's castor fur a et..,
mol—' You know \v$ot the Tcstamenb
Hays."
"I'd risk it. Why, Emily, it's riches
moves 1110 world; tiro wholo earth is
salting it, Poverty is the greatest social
erimo hi tlw whole category, told wealth
coverall a uutltitnde of sins. Don't
toll rno 1 I know all about it, and I amu
dotevmined to be iitb—I don't caro by
whatmeans 1" -
'ffor wild oyes woro blazing with that
insnfforablo light that always illttmiu.
atod thorn 1111011 she was excited, and
the stern dotermivatiou her sot face ex-
pressed as sho looked resolutely before
ber startled timid little Emily.
"0h, Georgia, I don't think it's right
to talk so 1" sho said, in asubdued tone;
"I'm sero it's not. I don't think riches
make pimple happy; do yon 2"
"No," said Georgia, quietly.
"Oh, Georgia; then why do you wi,b
for it? Why clo you crave 00 for
wealth ?"
"Because wealth brings power 2"
"But neither docs power bring huppi.
nose.".
"To mo it would. Power is tho life
of my lifo. Iinowlodgo is power—
thereforo I studied; bat it is only a
means to an end. Wealth will attain
that end, therefoto wealth I must and
will have."
The look of resolute doterinination
deepened. Slo looked at that 1110m0nt
like ono resolved to conquor even fate,
and to tread romorsolossly under foot
all that stood between for and tho goal
of her darling ambition.
ri"chW2h"at would yon do if you were
"1 would travol for ono thing—I
should has to apo the world. I would
visib England, and France, and Ger-
many, and Italy—dear, beautiful Italy!
theta love as if it were my fatherland.
I would visit tho Alps -Oh, Etn, how I
love ;;rent sublimo tu0slutains rearing
their loads up to .leaven. I would sox
down the Rhine, tie bright flowing
Rhine. I would visit the demons of tho
Black Forc..a'lpt and sae if I happened to
be related to thorn in any way. I wool, i
cultivate the acquaintance of tho Black
Horseman of the Hartz Mountains—and
finally I should settlo down and marry
a prince. Yes, I tether think I sltall
marry somo prince, Em."
"Oh, Georgia, yo.i'ro a easel" said
Emily, breaking iuto ono of her silvery
peals of laughter; "marry a prince 1
what an idea."
"WDI1, I am good enough for any
prince or emperor that ever woro a
crown," said Georgia, with a flash of
her black eyes, and a proud lift of hor
haughty little hoed, "and I should con
sider that thio honor was couforircl
upon him, and not me, if I did marry
Ono—nOW then:"
"Oh, what a bump of self-esteem you
have, Goarg'a 1" said imfly, still laugh-
ing, "what a notion to talk about gebtiu;:
marriod, anywaywhoever heard a,
such a tiling."
"Wolf, it's nothing strange. You
didn't anppusa I 14111 going to bo an o1.,
maid liko Miss Jorusha, did you ? Ut
coma I'll get married. .I always in-
tended to 1" said Georgia, decidedly,
"and so will you, Emily."
" To another er prince," said Emily,
shyly.
"No—to Charley Wildair:'
"I guess not. But here WO are at
home, and wllab would mother say if silt+
hoard us talking liko this. It all conn::
of your roiling so many novels, Geor-
gia. Here, mother, Intro sho is. I've
got hor," cried Emily, flying into a
pretty little parlor, where Mrs. Murray,
a pleasant littlo lady, a faded copy of
hor bright littlo daughter, sat sewing.
Mrs. Manly kissed Georgia, and con-
grabulaten bar ou liar success, and thou
wont out to s00 about tea.
Later iu the evening Father Murray,
a bouign-looking old gentleman, with
silver white hair, and a look 50 peke-
arobal that it had suggestocl Charley
Wildair's graphic description of his
being like ono of thoso 'blessed old
vvbat's•their-names in the Bible," came
fn, and the conversation turned upon
Georgia's success.
"I suppose you fait quito cloud,
Georgia, at carrying off the highest
honors to -day," ho said, smiling.
"Alittloonly,"said Georgia. "Ibwasn't
much to be proud o€."
"What! To vanquish all compotitors
not much to be proud of 1 Why, Geor-
gia!"
eor-
oa!"
"Well, neither it is, sir—such com-
potitors," said Georgia, scornfully. "It
was no triumph to surpass thole. I
should like a greater conquest than
that."
"Georgia's ambition takes a bolder
flight; sho looko down upon the oommou
peoplo of this world," said Mrs. Murray,
with a peculiar smile,
Georgia colored at the implied rebuke,
but her disdainful look maimed, Valley
Murray looked at her half pityingly, halt
sorrowfully.
"It will not do, Georgia"' ho said,
kindly; "you will have to stop. Tho
Mommtain of IIigh•aud-Mighty-dem is a
vory clouting eminanco to be euro, but
the sun shines brighter iu the valley bo.
low."
At that umlaut Fly outerod for hor
young mistress, and Goorgia arose to go.
"Good-bye, Mrs. 14Iamiay ; good-bye,
Lm; goodnight, Father Murray."
"Good -night, Georgia," he said, laying
his baud on 1101 shining, haughty young
head, "and Hoovon bless you, any
child 1"
Sho folded hor hands almost meekly to
r0o0iv0 his bouodiotion, and, fooling as
though that blossing was sorely nodded,
she passed out and was gone.
Gone? As for you and me, reader,
the child Georgia has gouo forever. tot
the curtails drop on tho first act in her
drama of life, to rise rvhen thio child
Shall be a woman,
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CHAPTER IX.
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"1111,3081)0)1)103 in atter doyy5e •rv5 met •
1•Iµ1b 1!105 and abeonco taught tlisa )o fol'getr"
And thrco years passed away,
Elsewhere those three years might
have wrought strange changes, but they
made few 1n good old Barnfield. Tho
eld, never analog,but ever new routine
of births, and eaths, and marriages
went on; children were growing up to
men and women—there wore no young
ladies and gentlomon in Bonifield—and
other children were talciug their phaco.
The only marked change was tho intro.
duction of a railway, that brought city
people to tho quiet sea•eoasb town. ovory
summer, and gave a sort of impetus to
the stagnating business of the place.
Very dazzling andbswildoring to tho oyes
of the sober -going Burntieldians were
thoso stylish city folks who condescended
to patronize them with a lofty superior.
ity quite overwhelming.
One other change those three years
had wrought—the girl Georgia was a
woman in looks and stature, the hand-
some, haughty, capricious belle of Ilurn-
field. Time had passed unmarked by
any incident worth mentioning. Life
was rather monotonous in that little
sea -coast cottage, and Georgia might
have stagnated with the rest, bob for bhe
fiery life in hor haat that would never
be at rest long enough to suffer her to
fall into a lethargy.
Georgia's physical and mental oduca-
tion had been rapidly progressing during
these throe years. Sho could manage a
boat with tho best oarsman in Barnfield;
and often, whou tho winds wore high-
est and tho sea roughest, her ligbt skiff
—a gift from an admirer—might be seen
dancing on the waters like a sea -gull,
with the tall, slight form of a young girl
guiding it through the foam, 11er wild
black oyos lit up with the excitement of
the moment, looping like somo ocean
goddess, or the queen of the storm
riding the tempest she had herself
raised.
Georgia. braved all dangers because
they brought hor excitement, and sho
would havo lived in a constant fever if
slue could; danger sent tho hot blood
bounding through her veins like gnick-
silvor, and fear was a feeling unknown to
her ]sigh and daring temperament. So
when the typllas fever once, a year
previously, raged through tho town,
carrying off hundreds, and every ono
fled in terror, sho braved it all, entered
every house where it appoared fel its
malignaut form, braved storm, and
night, and danger to nurse the pest•
stricken, and bocamo the guardian -angel
of the town. And this—not, reader,
from any high and holy motive, not
from that heavenly charity that inspires
the heroic Sister of Charity to do like-
wise—but simply because there was ex.
citomontiuit,becauseshe was fearless for
herself and exulted in her power at that
moment, and perhaps, to do Georgia
justice, sho was urged by a humane
feeling of pity for the neglected suffer-
ers. She watched by tho dead and dy-
ing. Sho boldly ontcres' lazar houses
whom no one else would tread, and sem
did not take tho disease. Her high, per-
fect bodily health, her flnno organization
and atter fearlessness, woro hor safe.
guards. Georgia had already obtained a
sort of mastery over the townsfolks;
that doforeuco was paid to hor lhab
simple minds always pay to lofty ones;
butnow her power was complete. She
reigned among them a crowned mica;
tho dark -eyed, handsome girl had ob.
tabled a mastery over them she could
novor lose; she had only to raise her
fingor to have them come at hor beck ;
she was beginning to realize her child-
ish dream of power, and she triumphed
iu it. And so, free, wild, glad, and nn -
tamed, the young congnereso reigned,
queen of forest and river, and a thou.
sand human hearts, looked up to as
comets are—smoothing to admire and
wonder at, at a respectful distance.
Under tho auspices of Father Murray
her oducatiou had progressed rapidly.
As ,lis congregation was not very nu.
merous, his labors were not Tay ar-
duous, and ho found a good deal of
spare time for himself. Being a pro.
found scholar, ho determined to devote
himself to the education of his little
Mae Emily, and at her solicitation
Georgia also banana his pupil. Poor,
simple, happy littlo Emily was &pecdily
outstripped and loft far behind by her
gifted companion, who mastered every
science with a rapidity and muse really
wonderful. By nature she Was a de-
cided linguist, and learned French, and
German, and Latin with a quickness
that delighted the beat of good Father
iifu'bray. All tho religious training the
wild girl had ovar received in her lito
was imbibed now, but oven , yet it was
only superficial; it just tonched tho sur.
face of !her sparkling natnra, nobhiug
sunk in. She professed no particular
faith; she believed in no cold, formal
creed ; she worshiped the Lord of the
mighty sea and tho beautiful earth, the
ruler of the storm and king of the unl-
vorse, in a wild, strange, exultant way
of her own, but she looked upon all pro.
fessocl Creeds as ao many trammels that
no ono with an indepondont will count
ever submit to. Ah 1 it was Georgia's
hour of highest earthly happiness Hien;
she did not know how the hurt of all
atheists, infidels and hor0ti0s cry out
involuntarily to that mereffnlAhi-Father
fn their hour of sorrow. Georgia was
ono who "having oyos saw not, having
oars hoard not," In the summer '
time of youth, and health, and happi.
nese, she would not bolieve, and it was
only like many others, hon the Hero
wintry tompost boat on her unsheltered
head, when tho dark night of utter
anguish olosod around her, she fell at
Gm foot of flim who "doetb all things
well," offoting not a fresh, unworldly
heart, but; ono crushed, and rent, and
consumed to oalcino1 ashes in the red
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