good resvon," said the old gtsulonan. "You are too old, Edith, nut to sue the wisdom of such an arrangement." "Share me, uncle," said Edith. "I twimot think of A. Let me live with you." " Edith, you must lay aside your whimsied sentimentality:'' said

where she left Edith, who was still there, and weeping bitterly. • Hestwr 1* exclaimed tbe startled girl, looking up she advanced. • Edith dear Edith 1* For a moment they were clasped each other’s arms. • Forgive me.’ murmured Edith. • 1 have nothing

At length Edith found words—“ 1 have no friend help are never without car Friend,” was the reply, in low. tender tone. Edith looked op. “Ob, I know what you mean; but Ido not. cannot feel it.” _., •• Try pray, love—l beg your pardon—Miss Edith. Thank, you

for the remuindor of the march, 1 Chapter XL Sir Ferdinand Frankhaart and Edith visit the metropolis. Mi. Howden’s dreamt, you mean, said Edith. His riches are no dreams, Edith, returned the Baronet, But, enough of this ; I hope to see you occupying a

views of the situation as it would present itself to Edith, that Julius could no: read the reflection of each on her mobile countenance. Phe need not be afraid of Edith intemipting or disturbing but Edith would be annoyed. She could no longer court on Maud

little further, Edith?” ••Really, Mary, w« should retamiuj/ home;.! thought jwu of Loing tired?” tephed Edith Mervyu, I; j Kuo utuut the sMtae agt- her cou>ia. "Yes; bat there Mr. Crosby coming, and I want fo have some fan with him, Edith.” •• Well, I think

personal enjoyment. Edith Hollis ,u,gU nootass—he had never loved her had she been otherwise. Edith Barrow must not be poetess, for loving himself too much, love her longer if she remained so. The decision was arrived at, and Edith must make the required

her alto set off one morning after breakfast to or the invitation in person. Edith sad Ralph had ridden over to the county town, ...middy to purchase some trifle that Edith discovered g r e atly in need of, but in reality to gain the e wer.. of a ie.

to show them iter fine house ; but she supposed Edith would be ashamed of her old mother now. * Mother,*’ said Kale, vou are not speaking yon (h ; is is Dorothea who has pul this info your head. If Edith were a queen, instead what she is, she wouM never

the forest rivulet they ireseneo of a "ood instrument, well mav prove sat. and Edith rati Jed in r own wild wav. while - ~ I Beautiful Edith Bryant! Beautiful coquettish I Edith!—Hov/ with unskilful jenoil shall lever ! be able to pive even a faint idea