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But it had been the work of Adam Erskine the younger. Was it not quite natural that I should want to know all ahout her?

But the revelation had not had any good result, Perhaps, after all, thought Ethel, it might have been bettei to have withheld all when they could tell so little. She would not answer a single question scarcely ahout my own mother.

Perhaps had the thing not concerned Adam's happiness, she might not have felt so bitter. Twenty years had somewhat changed him, however, and he looked his years to the full. If yini iiiust know, you inquisitive elf, I am on my to see Piirvos. 81ie was still the same gentle, Idving-hearted woman; the ccuitre of can? seemed like one who would succuiuh at tlie lirst touch of sorrow or car(\ Neither of these had come near her since the day she had became Sir Aridiii'S wife.

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VEDA'S, Arthilmld Grant lnu;^'1»C(l a little at his wifo'a foolish fancy.

Veda's, as 1 do, in all its moods.' ' It is very grand, I know, to see the great waves like mountains of foam washing our walls, Archibald ; but some- times, especially in the niglit when I cannot sleep, I think how fearful it would be if our house were undermined.' 8 ST.

Janet Erskine had told her then of their intention to tell Annie about her birth, and Ethel had once or twice wondered how she would receive the romantic story. Miss Ktliol, hut 1 haven't felt to niotlior lately as I ought.

Tlie flushed face, the flashing eye, the heaving bosom indicated the surging of deep feelings in the heart. Where was the bright, blithe- faced, happy-hearted girl from whom she had parted with sunny jest and laughter only a few months before ? BW^^T^ f^^t^r fi ' r, Annie, and Adnm/ *I know 1 am a wicked, ungrateful girl.

]fartory solution of a ^rave dillieulty, hut — Is iheie not veiy often a 'hut' to all human i)Iaiinin,^f ? It is not every girl a mother willingly gives up her son to. So will Annie, some day, perhai)s, but you must leave her alone for a little. I scold father whiles for speaking s« plainly about it to her, but ln' thinks Annie won't spoil. Give my res^iects to Lady Grant and Sir Archie.' ' Good-bye, Mrs. Be kind to Annie,' said the young lady, smilnig, as she book hands and went oil". As she wended her way slowly- up the steep slope of the ■1 14 ::^irls Viave ith spirit.