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CONTENTS OF VOLUME XXXIV.
A Hero and a Victim,
193 A Magnanimous Dane, 95 Music,
214 American Ladies, 102 My Contraband,
286 A Good Joke on Sherman, 107 My Mother and I,
326 Advice on Dress, 112 Notes on Foreign Fashions,
71 A Chapter for Husbands,
29 After Many Days,
30 A Tiger listening to Reason,
159 A Mother's Duties,
332 A Story from Real Life,
364 A Fireside Sketch,
294 A Pretty Custom, 351 Providence,
12 A Statue in Every Block of Marble, 335 Providential Deliverance,
48 Between the Lights,
President Lincoln's First Dollar, Beautiful Experiments 29 Resignation,
47 Bathing Costumes, 78 Respect the Burden,
143 Beecher on Prayer,
91 Recollections of a School Teacher, 302 Chocorua,
32 Caught in a Thunderstorm, 138 Sheridan's Modesty,
93 C. S. Cutts,
94 Coming Home,
Superstition at the Orkney Islands, 160 Culture of The Rose, 268 Summer Scenes,
169 Christian Progress,
324 Child Trust, 356 Take my Hand, Papa,
11 True Hearts,
13 Divine Love,
17 Extraordinany Calculation,
28 The Dead Never Grow Old, Economy,
47 The Constituents of Precious Stones, 31 Exactingness,
“Two Experiences”, 33, 81, 145, 225, 273, 337 Eolia, 133 The Highest Reward,
47 Editorial Department, 49, 113, 177, 241, 305,369 The Effect of Marriage,
69 French Estimate of English Women, 46 The Grave of Lincoln,
73 Faith, 47 Three Phases in a Life,
74 * Females Women ?" 175 The Pay of the Needle,
142 From My Back Window, 220 The Love of God,
155 Female Physician, 240 The Convict,
157 Faith, Hope and Charity, 297 The Trial of Ruth Woodhouse,
202 Gen. Butler Dramatized, 132 The Two Brothers,
209 Gambling Women, 208 True Greatness,
Though Your Sins be as Scarlet, How to Distinguish Good Calico,
The Baby, How to Dress for a Photograph, 95
223 The City Visit,
234 Hannah Fanthorn's Sweetheart,
The Banker's Daughter, Homes Earthly and Heavenly, 129
257 The Boy Martyr
88 106 154 215 293
A String of Pearls,
102 201, 272 Our Sister, C. E. B., 235
Our Fallen Heroes,
Our Jennie, 16 October, — The Green Hill Side, 214 Our Baby, 78
Sonnet from the Italian,
The Sure Witness,
The Angel Patience,
The Wife to her Husband,
The Christmas Gift,
31 32 144 220 356
166 215 92 80 96 317
JULY, 18 6 5.
TWILIGHT AND JACK MORTIMER.
"BETWEEN THE LIGHTS." was certainly not a small mercy. We had been
schoolfellows at Westminster, chums at CamCHAPTER I.
bridge, the best of friends always, though for the last half-dozen years or so parted by many
a thousand miles of sea and land. THE THE ladies (they were comprised in my wife and our sole guest, a cousin feminine) had
Even by this half-light something indescribaleft the dining room ; so I drew up my chair ble in the set of my old friend's ordinarily beside the open window, elevated feet into
garments, a something more indea second, and prepared to extract the greatest scribable still in his whole bearing, a certain amount of comfort, compatible with circum- large ease and freedom, as of a man accustomed stances, from that half-hour of post-prandial to an almost unlimited amount of space to turn bereavement, which is the Englishman's prive himself in, would have been suggestive of one ilege.
fact, I think, to the most casual observer
“Home from the colonies." And home from And really circumstances just now were not
the colonies it was. otherwise than conducive to enjoyment. The soft-scented air of a sweet summer evening
For the last five years Jack Mortimer had rustled very pleasantly through the wide-open been enjoying life in the bush. Not that in his window; and the voices of the village children
case there had existed the usual inducement at play, mellowed (I am happy to say) by dis- for viewing life under those delightful primitive tance, came up ever and anon upon its gentle aspects, for my friend had occupied from his breath.
youth upwards that enviable position of heir to “Man never is, but always to be" I was
a wealthy maiden aunt; but merely, as it Old England to settle down as a country gen- | upon this subject. “Is not my old friend emitleman and landed proprietor.
nently social in his habits, brimming over with I had not very long previously succeeded to all kindly affections ? Why then, should be be my own modest patrimony of Meadowsleigh, incapable of love, and cut off from the joys of and flatter myself that that fact had some matrimony ?” weight in the selection made by Jack of a res- “I did not say he was incapable of love, idence: the same being a queer, rambling old Frank ;-ah, no!” answered Mrs. Marchmont, house, with a vaulable, but certainly improva- though I think he will never marry. It will ble property attached, in my neighborhood, be some woman's loss too, for men like Mr. called The Wild.
Mortimer-men more affectionate than pasHere Jack had been domiciled for some sionate, more constant than ardent, make model months now, the head of a curious bachelor husbands. Their wives are better loved than establishment, organized, I shou!d say, on strict- even their—their sweethearts (yes, Frank, I ly bush principles.
like the pretty old world name for the old, old As near neighbors, as well as old friends, relation, and think no other so simply expresJack and I were accustomed to exchange un- sive). And hearth and home are more to such ceremonious visits at all hours; so that after we men as he, than the rest of the world, I think." had nodded to each other over our first glass, “ Upon my word, ma'am," I remarked in there was scarcely any need of his accounting, some surprise, for my wife's voice was very soft in a half-apologetic way, for his appearance at and gentle as she spoke, “ you seem to have this particular time, by saying “ that The Wild brought a great deal of consideration and rewas apt to feel duller than usual on these long, flection to bear on the subject of Mr. Mortimer!” quiet summer evenings !”
“ Reflection not at all, dear,” Mrs. March“ I can imagine a vacuum there, which, being mont said simply; “ one feels—at least I think abhorred of nature, it is consequently un
a woman does instinctively—the worth of such natural of you not to fill." I said, lazily, “ Jack,
a man as John Mortimer. And he is not of why don't you marry ?”
that order that is most attractive to the greatThis suggestion my friend received in the
est number of women either." silence which I had sometimes noticed it was
“ Indeed! Be good enough to explain the his habit to receive remarks of a similar
nature, nor was it his usual custom to lead up to such, Jack Mortimer is possessed of such unusual
contradiction in your words, young woman.
It by any reference to his bachelorhood. As he
virtue, and women instinctively perceive the sat now, leaning back in his chair, looking very large and brown, and handsome, and yet with
same, why is he not the honored object of unwonted gravity on his face too, a suspicion female mind prefers an exhilarating sprinkling
their regards ? Or am I to understand that the for the first time entered my head, as I glanced of vice in its idol, if only to throw the virtues at him, that there might be some reason, of a tender and romantic nature, to account for his up into broader light, as it were ?" peculiar reticence on this subject; though, in *“ No, not that exactly,” Mrs. Marchmont deed, Jack Mortimer, with his jolly laugh, his answered rather hesitatingly; “ but I think, genial fice, and kindly words and looks for all perhaps that women prefer in general a-well
a more showy style of thing than Mr. Morti.