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he is safe home. He sends his love. I have been playfellow, the sick woman's complaints and fancies to D. on business, and travelled down with him.” for her duty in life. The silence of it all, its very

Belinda could not help saying to herself that Mr. comfort and splendidness, oppressed Belinda more Griffiths was very kind to have thought of her. at times than a simpler and more busy life. But His kindness gave her courage to meet his mother. the garden was an endless pleasure and refreshment,

It was not very much that she had to do; but and she used to stroll. about, skim over the terraces whatever it was she accomplished well and thor- and walks, smell the roses, feed the birds and the oughly, as was her way. Whatever the girl put her goldfishes. Sometimes I have stood at my window hand to she put her whole heart to at the same watching the active figure flitting by, in and out untime. Her energy, sweetness, and good spirits der the trellis, fifteen times round the pond, thirtycheered the sick woman and did her infinite good. two times along the terrace walk." Belle was Mrs. Griffiths took a great fancy to her, and liked obliged to set herself tasks, or she would have got to have her about her. Belle lunched with her the tired sometimes of wandering about by herself. first day. She had better dine down below, Mrs. All this time she never thought of Guy except as a Griffiths said; and when dinner-time came the girl curious sort of companion; any thought of sentidressed herself, smoothed her yellow curls, and went ment had never once occurred to her. shyly down the great staircase into the dining-room. It must be confessed that she glanced a little curiously at the table, wondering whether she was to | ONE day that Belle had been in the garden dine alone or in company. This problem was soon longer than usual, she remembered a note for Mrs. solved; a side-door burst open, and Guy made his Griffiths that she had forgotten to write, and springappearance, looking shy and ashamed of it as he ing up the steps into the hall, on the way, with some came up and shook hands with her.

roses in her apron, she suddenly almost ran up " Miss Belinda," said he, “ will you allow me to against Guy, who had come home earlier than usual. dine with you ? ”'

The girl stood blushing and looking more charming “You must do as you like,” said Belinda, quickly than ever. The young fellow stood quite still too, starting back.

looking with such expressive and admiring glances "Not at all,” said Mr. Griffiths. “It is entirely that Belinda blushed deeper still, and made haste as you shall decide. If you don't like my company, to escape to her room. Presently the gong sounded, you need only say so. I shall not be offended. and there was no help for it, and she had to go down Well, shall we dine together?”

again. Guy was in the dining-room as polite and as « O, certainly," laughed Belinda, confused in her shy as usual, and Belinda gradually forgot the passturn.

ing impression. The butler put the dessert on the So the two sat down to dine together. For the table and left them, and when she had finished her first time in his life Guy thought the great room fruit Belinda got up to say good by. As she was light enough and bright and comfortable. The gold leaving the room she heard Guy's footsteps followand silver plate did n't seem to crush him, nor the ing. She stopped short. He came up to her. He draperies to suffocate, nor the great columns ready looked very pale, and said suddenly in a quick, to fall upon him. There was Belinda picking her husky voice, * Belle, will you marry me?” Poor grapes and playing with the sugar-plums. He could Belinda opened her gray eyes full in his face. She hardly believe it possible. His poor old heart gave could hardly believe she had heard aright. She was great wistful thumps (if such a thing is possible) startled, taken aback, but she followed her impulse at the sound of her voice. She had lost much of of the moment, and answered gravely, “No, Guy." her shyness, and they were talking of anything that He was n't angry or surprised. He had known it came into their heads. She had been telling him all along, poor fellow, and expected nothing else. about Myrtle Cottage, and the spiders there, and He only sighed, looked at her once again, and then looking up, laughing, she was surprised to see him went away out of the room. staring at her very sadly and kindly. He turned Poor Belle, she stood there where he had left away abruptly, and began to help himself to all her,- the lights burnt, the great table glittered, sorts of things out of the silver dishes.

the curtains waved. It was like a strange dream. "It's very good of you," Guy said, looking away, She clasped her hands together, and then suddenly “ to come and brighten this dismal house, and to ran and fled away up to her own room, — frightstay with a poor suffering woman and a great un ened, utterly puzzled, bewildered, not knowing couth fellow like myself."

what to do or to whom to speak. It was a comfort “But you are both so very kind,” said Belinda, to be summoned as usual to read to Mrs. Griffiths. simply. “I shall never forget - "

She longed to pour out her story to the poor lady, "Kind!” cried Guy, very roughly. “I behaved but she dreaded agitating her. She read as she like a brute to you and your father yesterday. I was bid. Once she stopped short, but her mistress am not used to ladies' society. I am stupid, and impatiently motioned her to go on. She obeyed, shy, and awkward."

stumbling and tumbling over the words before her, * If you were very stupid," said Belle, smiling, until there came a knock at the door, and, contrary “ you would not have said that, Mr. Griffiths. Stu- to bis custom, Guy entered the room. He looked pid people always think themselves charming." very pale, poor fellow, and sad and subdued. “I

When Guy said good night immediately after din-wanted to see you, Miss Belinda," he said aloud, ner as usual, he sighed again, and looked at her“ and to tell you that I hope this will make no difwith such kind and melancholy eyes that Belle felt ference, and that you will remain with us as if nothan odd affection and compassion for him. “I never ing had happened. You warned me, mamma, but should have thought it possible to like him so much," I could not help myself. It's my own fault. Good thought the girl, as she slowly went along the pas- night. That is all I had to say." sage to Mrs. Griffiths' door.

Belle turned wistfully to Mrs. Griffiths. The It was an odd life this young creature led in the thin band was impatiently twisting the coverlet. great silent stilling house, with uncouth Guy for her " Of course, — who would have anything to say to him? Foolish fellow," she muttered in her indis- | After all, perhaps it was well she was going, tinct way. “Go on, Miss Barly."

thought Belle, as she went to pack up her boxes. "O, but tell me first, ought I remain here?” | Poor Guy's sad face haunted her. She seemed to Belle asked, imploringly.

carry it away in her box with her other possessions. “Certainly, unless you are unhappy with us," the It would be difficult to describe what he felt, poor sick woman answered, peevishly. Mrs. Griffiths fellow, when he came upon the luggage standing never made any other allusion to what had hap- ready-corded in the hall, and he found that Belle pened. I think the truth was that she did not care had taken him at his word. He was so silent a man, very much for anything outside the doors of her so self-contained, so diffident of his own strength to sick-room. Perhaps she thought her son had been win her love in time, so unused to the ways of the over-hasty, and that in time Belinda might change world and of women, that he could be judged by do her mind. To people lying on their last sick-beds, ordinary rule. His utter despair and bewilderment the terrors, anxieties, longings of life seem very would have been laughable, almost, if they had not curious and strange. They seem to forget that been so genuine. He paced about the garden with they were once anxious, hopeful, eager themselves, hasty, uncertain footsteps, muttering to himself as be as they lie gazing at the awful veil which will so went along, and angrily cutting at the rose-hedges. soon be withdrawn from before their fading eyes. " Of course she must go, since she wished it; - of

A sort of constraint came between Guy and Be- course she must, — of course, of course. What linda at first, but it wore away by degrees. He would the house be like when she was gone?" often alluded to his proposal, but in so hopeless and For an instant a vision of a great dull vault, without gentle a way that she could not be angry, still she warmth, or light, or color, or possible comfort anywas disquieted and unhappy. She felt that it was where, rose before him. He tried to imagine what a false and awkward position. She could not bear his life would be if she never came back into it; but to see him looking ill and sad, as he did at times, as he stood still, trying to seize the picture, it seemed with great black rings under his dark eyes. It was to him that it was a thing not to be imagined or worse still when she saw him brighten up with hap thought of. Wherever he looked he saw her, everypiness at some chance word she let fall now and where and in everything. He had imagined himthon, -speaking inadvertently of home, as he did, self unhappy; now he discovered that for the last or of the roses next year. He must not mistake her. few weeks, since little Belinda had come, he had She could not bear to pain him by hard words, and basked in the summer she had brought, and found yet sometimes she felt it was her duty to speak them. new life in the sunshine of her presence. Of an One day she met him in the street, on her way back evening he had come home eagerly from his daily to the house. The roll of the passing carriage- toil looking to find her. When he left early in the wheels gave Guy confidence, and, walking by her morning he would look up with kind eyes at her side, he began to say, "Now I never know what windows as he drove away. Once, early one morndelightful surprise may not be waiting for me at / ing, he had passed her near the lodge-gate, standing every street corner. Ah, Miss Belle, my whole life in the shadow of the great aspen-tree, and making might be one long dream of wonder and happiness, way for the horses to go by. Belle was bolding if.... Don't speak like this ever again; 1 back the clean stiff folds of her pink muslin dress; shall go away," said Belle, interrupting, and cross-she looked up with that peculiar blink of her gray ing the road, in her agitation, under the very noses eyes, smiled, and nodded her bright head, and of two omnibus horses. "I wish I could like you shrunk away from the horses. Every morning Guy enough to marry you. I shall always love you used to look under the tree after that to see if she enough to be your friend; please don't talk of any were there by chance, even if he had parted from thing else." Belle said this in a bright, brisk, im- her but a minute before. Good, stupid old fellow! ploring, decided way, and hoped to have put an end he used to smile to himself at his own foolishness. to the matter. That day she came to me and told One of his fancies about her was, that Belinda was ber little story. There were almost as many reasons a bird, who would fly away some day, and perch up for her staying as for her leaving, the poor child in the branches of one of the great trees, far, far, thonght. I could not advise her to go for the as beyond his reach. And now was this fancy coming sistance that she was able to send hour was very true ? was she going, – leaving him, – flying away valuable. (Guy laughed, and utterly refused to where he could not follow her? He gave an inar. accept a sixpence of her salary.) Mrs. Griffiths | ticulate sound of mingled anger, and sorrow, and evidently wanted her; Guy, poor fellow, would have tenderness, which relieved his heart, but which puzgiven all he had to keep her, as we all knew too well. tlet Belle herself, who was coming down the garden

Circumstance orders events sometimes, when peo walk to meet him. ple themselves with all their powers and know ! I was looking for you, Mr. Griffiths," said Belle, edge of good and of evil, are but passive instru- Your mother wants to speak to you. I, too, wanted ments in the hands of fate News came that Mr. to ask you something, the girl went on, blushing: Barly was ill, and little Belinda, with an anxious tace. She is kind enough to wish me to come back. .... and a note in ber trembling hand, came into Mrs. But ** Griffiths room one dar to say she must go to bien Belle stopped short, blushed op and began pulling brectly. "Your tacher is ill."* wrote Aand Cir at the leaves sprouting on either side of the nat Creattistances demami vour immediate return to him aller. When she looked ap, after a minute, Gry happen to be present, and when Belle left one of her out, short-sighted glanets, she found the roon be followed ber out into the passager thar Gar's two little brown eyes were fire

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