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plan contrived beforehand! That girl had gone, and Paul had gone, to the camp-meeting, to meet each other! If he thwarted all her wishes and defied her-this lawless son !-at least she would pour out upon him her wrath ; and she did. Paul looked her in the eyes, and listened till she accused him of the precontrived plan for meeting 'Eirene at the camp-meeting. Then his face blanched, and, without a word in reply, he turned, walked out of the room, and out of the house.

A very few moments after, Tabitha Mallane, from the window, saw him mount Fleetfoot and ride rapidly away. Then she knew what she had done, She sat down and rocked the cradle for an hour, with what force you may imagine; for the baby screamed with the colic for the next twelve.

During the first half of his ride, Paul thought chiefly of his mother. Without knowing it, he was glad in his heart that she had given him an excuse for just what he was at this present moment doing.

“She made me,” he said to himself, approbatively. “Does she


that a man is going to stand and be accused of what he is not guilty, and not reward himself for such injustice? I've tried hard enough to do what she thought best, and what I tried to think best; but, hang it, I'm doing what I know is best now! Yet, I might have kept from it, if she hadn't accused me in advance."

The momentum of his wrath was spent by the time he reached the summit of the Hilltop road. Here he inquired the way of Farmer Stave, sitting on the station-steps, waiting for the train. In a few moments he had struck into the mountain-road. Its grass-grown paths ran on smoothly to Hillside. Now his mother seemed far behind. Every step brought himn nearer to her. Every plan and project of his busy brain was this moment as void as if it had never been. All his scheming youth had receded and vanished out of his conscious

All his future, with its dazzling pictures of wealth and power, had faded

from his sight. The present possessed him. He loved her. He was near her, A few moments more, and he should see her, and tell her the truth-the whole truth. What the consequences of this truth-telling may be, he does not ask. Consequences ” he has not even the power to remember. Young men of twenty-four, who, in defiance of their own many maxims of prudence, and in open revolt against their mothers, suddenly commit themselves to an overmastering love-passion, seldom think of consequences, or inquire after them. Do they? Certainly, Paul Mallane did not. How could he minister to this life which he was seeking? If he wooed and won this girl, could he make her happy as his wife? Was he fit to be her husband? Were they together fitted, by temperament, education, and love, for harmonious, life-long companionship? These were afterthoughts. Paul had not reached the moment of after-thoughts. Youth, in the first ardor of love, never does. He was in love-utterly in love; that was all he thought or knew. That is about all most men think or know, when first struck into this blissful condition. Is it not?

Thus Paul pricked Fleetfoot's sides, and the thud of his hoofs in the soft turf grew more and more rapid. In a few moments the woods were passed, and there, in the wide space on the other side of the river, was Hillside farm!

As you already know, it was a lowly abode; yet it possessed two indispensable elements of beauty-fitness and harmony. It belonged to the landscape; it seemed to complete and perfect it. In a different mood, Paul would have pronounced it a “poor affair.” You may judge of the exaltation of his mental condition, by the fact that he never thought to compare it with Marlboro Hill. He only said, “ How pleasant! I should think an innocent might have grown up in a spot like this." Meanwhile, our maiden still sits by the window, building beautiful palaces in her field of tobacco-following with her

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eyes the sailing clouds, watching the moved not. Very soon she heard Fleetlights and shadows which they drop foot striking his shoes against the along the mountain-sides and on the fence. She could not see the front woods, heart and eyes overflowing with gate, but she heard it click, and then an unknown happiness. It is the story quick steps along the garden-path and old as the earth—the maiden waiting in the old porch; then the old iron for the man, the man coming to woo knocker sent its loud ring through the the maiden.

silent house, and then for the first time Here I feel inclined to stop, and tell she started with the recollection that you no more. Silence is never so gold- there was not a soul below—that she en as when it shuts from the world the herself must go and open the door. supreme moments of life. Love, the Her father and Win are out in the sweetest ever uttered, seems to lose fields, and her mother and Pansy had somewhat of its sacredness when its gone in the buggy to Hilltop, to buy utterance is heard and repeated. This some extra sweets for the anticipated is why the love-scenes in novels are reunion tea. She kept him waiting nearly always too hot or too cold. The scarcely two minutes, but they seemed lover says too much, or he says too lit- fifty to Paul; yet she kept him waiting tle. The love-making never seems quite while she did what ninety-nine maidnatural, quite perfect; and, while we ens out of a hundred would have done read, we have something the feeling of -she gave a little brush to her hair, a person who is listening to what was and looked wistfully at herself in the only meant for the ears of one. As for little glass, for the first time in her life Paul, in his present mood, he is sure to moved to such an act from the desire say too much. I am sure that what he to seem not unlovely in the eyes of one. says will not sound well repcated.

Paul was just beginning to ask bimEirene, from her window, sees horse self if it was possible any unthoughtand rider emerge from the road through of dragon could be lurking in the little the woods. This is not an unusual habitation, when he heard a soft step; sight. Farmer Stave and Deacon Smoot then, the door of her lowly home was may be seen jogging forth from it almost opened to him by Eirene. Her lovely any day. But it is doubtful if any color came and went, as she frankly exthing equal to the arch in Fleetfoot's tended her hand and invited him to neck had been ever seen before on any enter. horse which has preceded him. It is “I know you are astonished to see this which attracts and fixes Eirene's me here," began Paul at once; " but, gaze. She says, “ It is !-No, it cannot Miss Vale-Eirene—my darling !-don't be! Impossible! But it looks the very look frightened ; I've called you so a same ! No !-yes !-it is !-it is Paul hundred times to myself—I cannot live Mallane!” There can be no mistaking without you-I cannot even try to; him now. Fleetfoot's quick feet are and I have come to tell you so.” striking impatiently the loose boards Seeing how very emphatic was Paul's of the bridge just below the house with first utterance, you see it is better to rethat peculiar muffled ring which has peat no more that he said. Not that I made Eirene look up from her work so am ashamed of it, nor that he had many times since she was a little girl. cause to be ashamed of it; for it was They come more slowly along the road the first time in his life that he had under the maple-trees, as if hesitating uttered the words of an entire, disinor faltering a little upon such near ap- terested affection-and it would be the proach to the house.

last. " Has he come to Hillside for a ride? Experiences deeper, more holy, may Can he be coming here ? No, he can- come to the woman afterwards, but they not be !—Yes, he must be!” said Eirene can never repeat the rapture which runs in the same instant to herself; yet she through the maiden's heart, when for the first time she is made conscious and Pansy, seeing that her nose was that she is beloved. Then her life sud- again endangered, was wildly jerking denly takes on its complete meaning, the reins, and screaming to Muggins to

, and for the first time she knows why “stop!” she was born, We must remember, Paul, looking out, saw a plainlyoutside of her home, bow little had dressed woman and little girl drive come into this girl's life-how barren it frantically up to the house, in a very was-in order to realize how wonderful forlorn buggy, with a very remarkableand delicious seemed the largess of looking horse. Then for the first time human love now poured out to her. he realized the disagreeable fact that We must not forget that Paul, though Eirene had relations; and immediately neither morally nor intellectually the be felt injured that it was possible she god which he appeared to her to be, could belong to any body but himself, nevertheless possessed that charm of A moment before, it had seemed to him person and of manner, that magnetism that he and she were alone on the of mind, so potent with women. earth-as if he could gather her into

We know that women possessed of his arms and bear her away to be his all the opportunities which fortune and own, alone, forever,

And here was a society give, had passed by better men mother and sister, and no telling how to bestow their preference upon him, many more relatives, to be consulted ! solely through this force of personality. And what a looking horse! He was Then, what must it have been to this very much in love, but he could not girl, into the whole of whose life be- help seeing Muggins. He forgot her, fore nothing so bright or so strong had however, a moment after, when he had ever come! If he was attractive when been introduced, and was looking into all that was best in him had been held the face of Eirene's mother. She was in abeyance, how much more so was he so like her daughter! The large, soft now, while every look and word of his eyes, with their tender smile and sugwere transfigured in intense and genu- gestion of tears, won the better Paul jne emotion! What a story was that directly, and so entirely, that he forgot which fell upon her bewildered and en- altogether that her dress was very unraptured ears! She listened in thrill- fashionable, and her bonnet many seaing silence, tears and smiles passing sons old. It was not at all difficult to over her clear eyes swift as the sunshine ask this mother for her child-not for and shadow on the woods without, the to-day or to-morrow, but when he had eloquence of her face every instant in- proved himself worthy of her, and creasing the eloquence of the story. when he could offer her a home fit for What passionate entreaty! Would she

her to adorn and crown. love him, and wait for him ? Another As Mary Vale listened to Paul, it year, and he would be established in seemed to her that the enchanting pichis profession. He could make his own tures of her youth were all to be made home. Would she be the angel in the real in the life of her child. She knew house? Would she be his wife? Would Paul well and favorably, through his she make him what she pleased-noble family name. Of the world in which and good, through his love for her ? Paul lived, of its influences and temp

It is hard that the retributive cheru- tations, she knew absolutely nothing. biu should always be near, and always But she knew that she saw before her a ready to drive us out of paradise. This handsome, earnest, and eloquent face; time the avenging angel was Muggins. that the owner of this face was pleadPaul fell straight from heaven at the ing for the privilege of making the life near rattle of wagon-wheels and the of her beloved child happy. She beshrill cry of a girl-voice. Nothing lieved every word that he said-which could make Muggins lively but the is not remarkable, for Paul himself sight of the barn after a little exertion; believed every word he said.


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It was not thought necessary to in- er, what Dick Prescott, had said that troduce Pansy at once; thus she avenged he would. He had wooed and won a herself by softly peeping through the shop-girl! All these together could not door. “Oh!” her busy little brain make him regret it. He would stand exclaimed, “Oh, what a handsome man! by her. He would marry her in spite of He looks like the Prince in the fairy them all. He had not yet lived to the tale. He has come for Eirene ! I bard moment of the after-thought. know he has, by the way he looks ! But it came: it was not possible that Why didn't he come for me? I'm so it would not come to Paul Mallane. tired of this old place! If somebody We love—as we do every thing elsedon't come for me, I'll run away. I according to our nature. The defects read about a girl who did."

of temperament, the infirmity of temA few moments afterwards, Paul saw per, the partial insight, the clouded this little damsel, and was made ac- judgment, the unreasonable prejudice, quainted with her. " What a remark- which distorts so much that is good in able combination !” he said to himself; us, which mars so many of the fair ac“such yellow hair, and such dark eyes tions of our daily life, extend no less to -purple-black! What a beauty she'll our affections. The fault of our cbarbe, some day! We'll bring her out, acter is visible in our love. Paul loved and she'll make a great match."

Eirene, but he was no less Paul. In the It was a fair picture that Paul saw, very glow of his passion, he saw that as he mounted his horse and looked Muggins was a very ridiculous horse; back: the mother, the maiden, and the and, as he came again and again to little girl—the head touched with gray, Hillside, he saw each time more disthe head of auburn-brown, and the head tinctly something which the glamour of gold.

of his feelings had made imperceptible “I've seen beauty before-never beau- to him before. It is true, he was too ty like this,” said Paul, as he looked much in love to be moved from his puronce more with a smiling adieu, and pose by any thing that he saw. Yet rode reluctantly away.

But it was his cool brain asserted itself more and Eirene's face that went with him, and more, in defiance of his passionate the touch of her hand as she had given heart. His forecasting judgment, on it to him in parting. Fleetfoot paced which he had prided himself so long, through the woods with a slow, medi- retaliated for the slight he had shown tating step, so unlike that of his com- it, by perpetually tormenting him with ing. He had taken on the mood of his suggestions of expediency, amid all his rider, whose rein had dropped upon his ardor of tenderness. He forgot them neck. Paul felt that every step was while looking into her eyes and taking taking him from the joy of his heart. into his heart the sweet tones of her He could think of nothing but how she voice, while walking with her along the had looked-how she had spoken-how voiceful river, or șitting with her in incomparably lovely she was, and that, some sheltered nook by its side, ostenafter all, in defiance of every thing, she sibly waiting for the fish which were was to be his! This condition lasted so deliciously slow to bite. In all his till the Hilltop station was passed. life, Paul had never been so true a Paul Then it was no longer Hillside, but as in these moments. He was delicate Busyville, that he was near. Busyville! and chivalric. He would sooner have Why must he go back to Busyville—to cut off his hand than to have taken adDick Prescott-to the world-above all, vantage, even by a word, of the innoto his mother? The face that he had cent and absolute trust of the creature left behind belonged to neither. The by his side. She was to be his wifeheart that he had won beat like a cap- his beloved wife! This was the begintive's in his father's shop. After all, he ning and end of the sweet story, told had done it-done just what his moth- over and over in glowing words. Paul builded and furnished the house in resolutely made up his mind to work which they were to dwell; he even hard in his profession, to marry a poor fashioned the ponies and the phæton, girl, and to support her by his own which were to be especially her own, efforts in accordance with his position. He surrounded her with music and When we take into consideration Paul's flowers, with poetry, beauty, and love; antecedents and habits, it is not surand, as she listened more and more, she prising that he was appalled at the breathed in a realm of enchantment. prospect of any additional burden This was life, and life was love, and which might possibly devolve upon Paul was its creator and king! It him through this marriage. His torseemed so possible, so real, so very near, menting head kept reminding him of this story told to the maiden in white, it, and asking him how he could bear amid the green leaves' flickering sha- it. Yet, he was so much in love, it dows, beside the laughing waters. But made not the slightest difference in his how remote, if not impossible, it be- actions. Almost every day, for four came the moment Paul sat down in the bright weeks, Tabitha Mallane saw him little house! In that moment his ro- mount Fleetfoot and ride away-whithmance suffered a fearful collapse. The er, she knew too well; but the look on thought came to him then, as a possi- his face, so like his father's when he bility, that his bearing Eirene off to his had “made up his mind," compelled fairy palace might involve the taking her to silence. She asked no questions, with her of her entire family. His made no remonstrance. She knew that judgment assured him that he, Paul it was too late. Mallane, considering the wealthy match For Paul, all the poetry of his life that he might have made, had reached was concentrated in this single month. a state of perfect magnanimity in love, He had never known its like before; he in that he was willing and glad to would never know its like again. The marry a girl without a cent; but mar- world of planning and of scheming rying her family in addition was quite and of ambition was far behind him. another thing, and more than could be He lived in the benign world of nature, expected even of such a magnanimous and in his truest affections. He uttered

He knew nothing of the mort- more words of love, created more in gage on Hillside, but, every time he this little time, than a man under ordicame, he saw more and more clearly nary conditions would in years. He the extreme poverty of its inmates. It lived more in rich experience and in was written all over the little parlor in keen delight in this one month, than which he sat with Eirene, though there do many mortals in a lifetime. Perwas nothing in it which offended his haps he felt instinctively that its wontaste, like the parlor in Busyville. But der of joy could never be repeated, and the cheap chintz covers on the lounge this was why he gave himself entirely and stools and chairs, and the carpet to the bliss of the present. on the floor, had been made by the The dreaded parting came.

The hands of Eirene and her mother, in beautiful tryst ended one starry Septheir attempt to cover the poverty that tember night. As Paul looked into the would not be hidden. The effect of eyes of his darling, and then irresoluteevery thing was refined and scrupulous- ly set his face toward the world, he felt ly neat; but oh, how poor! The same himself to be a very miserable fellow, story of lifelong poverty was stamped and, as he couldn't have any thing as in the patient hopelessness of Lowell he wanted it, romantically wished himVale's face, in the gentle sadness of his self dead. Before that extreme moment wife's, in the restlessness of Win's, and came, however, caution and prudence the peevish discontent of the little Pan- had reminded him that some practical sy's. It was a great advance on his arrangement must be made even by a pleasure-loving life, when Paul Mallane

man desperately in love, while he loved


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