Valery-"let me tell you how glad I am to see you, and especially the youngest of you"here he softly patted Agatha's hand, on the table. "And since we always drink healths here-a good old fashion that I should be loth to renounce-let me give you the first toastMr. and Mrs. Nathanael Locke Harper!"

But

"Hear, hear!" said Mr. Dugdale vaguely, from the bottom of the table, at which indecorum-probably occasioned by a county meeting that was running in his head-his father-in-law looked extremely severe. the severity was soon drowned in the nods and smiles that circled round. After which Nathanael said, briefly but with feeling: "Father, my brother and sisters, and Anne-my wife and I thank you all."

cherish the highest esteem for my brother Brian." And hereupon he asked for the letter received that day; which was duly read aloud by his son-saving the wise omission of the postscript.

"Go to California!" said old Mr. Harper, knitting his brows. "I do not like that-it is unbecoming a gentleman. Though he was wild and daring enough, Brian never yet forgot he was gentleman. Was it not so, Anne?" Anne assented, mutely.

"He was a fine generous fellow, too. Do you remember how a week before he left us so suddenly, he rode fifty miles across the country to get some ice for you in your fever? You were very ill then, my poor girl." It was touching to hear him call Miss Valery a "girl" "What do you think of this our old-fashioned-she whom the young Agatha regarded as custom?" said the Squire, turning to his quite an elderly woman. daughter-in-law. "A remnant of my young days, when every lady used to be called upon to give the health of a gentleman, and every gentleman of a lady. It was always so at your grandfather's table, Anne, where many a time when you were a babe in long-clothes I had the pleasure of giving yours."

"Thank you," said Anne, smiling. She was evidently a great favorite with the old gentleman.

"You should know, my dear daughter-inlaw, that my acquaintance with this lady dates almost from her birth. And for nineteen years I held over her the right which I understand my eldest son"--he paused a moment-" which Major Harper had the honor to hold over you. Her grandfather left me his executor and sole guardian of his infant heiress. I was a young man then, but I tried to deserve his trust. Did I, Anne ?"

Again she smiled-most affectionately. "And I had the pleasure of seeing my ward at twenty-one the richest heiress and the truest gentlewoman in the west of England. She did me infinite credit, and I had fulfilled to my friend one of the most sacred trusts a man can receive. Your excellent grandfather, Anne-let us drink his memory.'

Reverently and in silence the old Squire raised the glass to his lips-a glass filled with only water-he never took wine.

"And though he did leave us so abruptlywherefore, remains to this day a mystery, unless it was a young man's whim and love of change-still I have the greatest dependence on Brian Harper," continued the Squire, who seemed as a parental right to monopolise all the talk at table.

"Brian Harper !" exclaimed Mr. Dugdale, waking from a trance. "Yes-Brian would surely be able to furnish those statistics on Canadian wheat. His judgment was always as sound as his politics.'

"What was your remark, Marmaduke?" said the old Squire, testily."

Oh, nothing-nothing, father!" Harrie quickly answered, with a half merry, half warning frown at her lord. Mr. Dugdale folded himself up again in silence, with the quiet consciousness of one who has a pearl in his keeping-the undoubted value of which there is no need either to put forward or to defend.

Miss Valery here came to the rescue, and turned the conversation into a merry channel. Agatha was surprised to find what a wondrous power of unfeigned home-cheerfulness there was in this woman, who had lived to be called even by those that loved her, " an old maid." And when at last the Squire gracefully allowed the departure of his women-kind, who floated away like a flock of released birds, they all clustered around Anne, as though she were in the constant habit of knowing everybody's business, and of thinking and judging for everbody.

Agatha sat a little way off, watching her, and wondering what could be the strange influence which made her always take delight in watching Anne Valery.

"You see, my dear young lady, how this old custom brings back all lost or absent friends. We never forget them, and like to talk of them and of old times. Thus, always at this hour, we gather round us innumerable pleasant recollections, and remember all who are dear to us or to our guests at Kingcombe Holm.-Now, Mrs. Harper, we wait your toast." Agatha colored, felt nervous and ashamed, There is something very peculiar in this adglanced at her husband, but met nothing ex-miration which one woman occasionally concept an encouraging smile. She thought-re-ceives for another, generally much older than membering her own few ties-that she would herself. It is not exactly friendship, but pargratify Nathanael by naming some one nearest to him. So she looked up timidly, and gave "Uncle Brian."

Every one applauded-the Squire graciously acknowledging the compliment to his

brother.

takes more of the character of love-in its idealisation, its shyness, its enthusiastic reverence, its hopeless doubt of requital, and, above all, its jealousies. For this reason it generally comes previous to, or for want of, the real love, the drawing of the feminine soul towards its masculine half, which makes-according to the "Platonic doctrine-a perfect being. Of course, this theory would be almost universally considered "sentimentalism"-Agatha's little infatuation being included therein; but the fre

"The youngest and only surviving brother of many, and as such much regarded by me," he explained to his daughter-in-law. "In spite of the great difference in our ages, and some trifling opposition in our characters, I

quency of such infatuations existing in the world |
around us, argues some truth at their origin.
To the young girl-still so girlish, though
she was married-there was an inexplicable
attraction in all Anne Valery said or did. The
very sweep of her dress across the floor-her
slow soft motions, which might have been
haughty when she was young, but now were
only gracious and self-possessed; the way she
had of folding her hands on one another, and
looking straight forward with a kind of ob-
servant smile, free alike from sentiment, cross-
ness, or melancholy; her tone and manner,
neither showy nor sharp; her habit of say-
ing the wisest things in the most simple
way, so that nobody recognised them as wis-
dom till afterwards-all filled Agatha with a
sense of satisfied admiration. She wished
either that she had been a man, to have adored
and married Anne years ago—or that her mar-
riage had been delayed for a little, until she
had grown wiser and more fit for life's destiny
by learning from and loving such a woman as
Anne Valery.

Both answered in the negative-Miss Valery saying, with attempted gaiety, "you know, one might as well question a stone-wall as Nathanael. He can be both deaf and dumb."

"Not to me. Everybody tells me everything, or I find it out. I found out that this little lady had a chance of being my sister-inlaw before ever she herself was certain of the fact. Ah, Agatha, you should have seen Nathanael when he came down to us that week." "What did he do?" the young wife asked, not without some painful curiosity-for sometimes, in the moments when she could not "make out" her husband's rather peculiar character, a wicked demon had whispered that perhaps Mr. Harper had never truly loved her, or that his devotion was too sudden to be a lasting reality.

"What did he do?-Oh, nothing. He was very quiet, very self-possessed. You could hardly tell he was in love at all. Nobody ever guessed it but me-not even Anne. But in love or not, I saw that he was determined to have you; and when Nathanael determines on a thing- Oh, I knew you would be mar

ried to him! You could not help it!"
"Nor did she wish or need she," said Anne,
gently, as she saw Agatha's confusion.
"But
we shall soon cease teasing our young couple.
I hear that at Christmas we shall have anoth-
er marriage in the family. Edward Thorpe
has got the living-the richest one."

Moreover, with the dawning jealousy that all strong likings bring, she wished to appropriate her-and was quite annoyed that Anne sat so long discussing winter mantles with Eulalie and Mary, afterwards diverging to a Christmas clothing-fund to be started at Kingcombe under Mrs. Dugdale's eye; finally listening to a whispered communication on the part of the Beauty-which had reference to a "So, of course, Eulalie will marry him." certain Edward"-about whose position in The deduction reached Agatha as rather sarthe family there could be no mistake. At last, castic, though perhaps more through the interto Agatha's great satisfaction, Miss Valerypretation of her own feeling than that of the rose, and proposed that they two-Mrs. Har- speaker. She asked, with one of her usual per and herself-should go and visit Eliza-plain speeches: beth.

Passing through the galleries, Anne seemed tired, and walked slowly, stopping one minute at a window to show her companion the moonlight over the hills.

"Is it not a beautiful world, Agatha! If we could but look at it always as we do when we are young!" The half sigh, the momentary shadow sweeping over her quiet face like a cloud over the moon-surprised and touched Agatha.

Do you know, I have stood and looked out of this same window ever since I was the height of its first pane. No wonder I have a weakness for stopping here and looking out for a minute at my dear old moon. But let us pass on."

She took up her candle again, and led Agatha by the hand, like a pet-child, to Elizabeth's door.

"Does Eulalie love Mr. Thorpe very much?" The remark was addressed to both; but after a pause Elizabeth said, "Answer that question, Anne."

"What sort of an answer do you want, my dear?"

"One perfectly plain. I like simplicity. Is Eulalie much attached to the man she is to marry?"

"Women marry with many forms of love; Eulalie's will do exceedingly well for Mr. Thorpe. He is a very worthy young clergyman, who takes a wife as a matter of necessity. As for love-have you noticed, Agatha, how many women one sees, wives and mothers, who live creditably through a long life, and go down to their graves without ever having known the real meaning of the word?"

Anne was talking more than usual to-night, and Agatha liked to listen. The subject came Miss Harper was lying as usual, but had a home to her. "Will Eulalie be one of these?" writing-case before her, and it was astonish- "I think so. She may make a very good, ing what neat caligraphy those weak child-attentive wife, but she will never know what ish-looking fingers could execute. It resem- is real love." bled the writer's own mind-clear, delicate, well arranged, exact.

"Tell me, what is that sort of love-the right love-which one ought to bring to one's husband?"

"Well, then, your way I mean. But noticing the momentary reticence which Anne's manner showed, and remembering that all old maids were young once, she added, "I mean, the kind of love you have most sympathy with in other people."

"I have sympathy in all. My neighbors will tell you hereabouts that Anne Valery is the universal confidante, and the greatest marriage-maker (not match-maker) in all Dorset. I don't repudiate the character. It is pleasant to see young people loving one another."

Still, you have not told me what you call loving.

"Do you really wish to hear ?" said Anne seriously. Then speaking in a low voice, she added: "I would have every woman marry, not merely liking a man well enough to accept him as a husband, but loving him so wholly, that, wedded or not, she feels she is at heart his wife and none other's, to the end of her life. So faithful, that she can see all his little faults (though she takes care no one else shall see them), yet would as soon think of loving him the less for these, as of ceasing to look up to heaven because there are a few clouds in the sky. So true, and so fond, that she needs neither to vex him with her constancy, nor burden him with her love, since both are selfexistent, and entirely independent of anything he gives or takes away. Thus she will marry neither from liking, esteem, or gratitude for his love, but from the fulness of her own. If they never marry, as sometimes happens" and Anne's voice slightly faltered-"God will cause them to meet in the next existence. They cannot be parted-they belong to one another."

All were silent-these three women-one to whom love must have been only a name; the other who spoke of it quietly, seriously, as we talk of things belonging to the world to come; and the young wife, who sat thoughtful, won dering, doubting, afraid to believe in a truth which brought with it her own condemnation. "You talk, Miss Valery, as people do in books. Some would call it romance."

"Would they? And do you?"

"Not quite. I used to think the same sometimes; but perfect love, like perfect beauty, is a thing one never meets with in real life."

running her eyes over a book which Miss Valery had lifted from the silk coverlid, and which "poor Elizabeth" looked after fondly, as sick people do after the face of a friend.

"Listen, with your heart open. It is sure to find entrance there," said Anne merrily, until, turning over the pages, she grew serious. She was not quite too old to be insensible to the glamour of poetry. Her voice was hardly like itself-at least, not like what Agatha had ever heard it-when she began to read: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth, and breadth, and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need; by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right: I love thee purely, as they turn from praise: I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith: I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints: I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

There was a pause of full-hearted silence, and then Agatha heard a sigh behind her.

Her husband had come to the door, and, hearing reading had stolen in, no one noticing him but his sister. Agatha saw nothing; her eyelids were closely, fiercely shut, over the tears that rose at this vision of a lost or impossible paradise.

"Agatha!" She looked up, and saw him stand, wearing his palest, coldest aspect-that which always seemed to freeze up every young feeling within her. The pang it gave found vent in but one expression-scarcely meant to pass her lips-and inaudible to all save him:

"Oh, why-why did I marry!"

The moment after, she felt how wrong it was, and would have atoned; but Mr. Harper had moved quickly from her side. Elizabeth called him; he seemed not to hear; Anne, closing her book, addressed him :

"Are you come to talk with us, or to fetch your wife away?"

"Neither, for both might be unwelcome." he said, bitterly. But recovering himselfNay, Anne, I came for you. My father wishes to see you. He will hear nothing I can urge. You must come down and talk with him, or I do not know what will be done."

Agatha had until now forgotten that her husband had intended after dinner to tell his father his plans concerning the stewardship. It had been apparently a harder task than he thought, to strive with the old Squire's prejudices. Seeing his extreme perturbation, Agatha repented herself deeply of any unkind

"Yet one does not the less believe in it, and desire to find approximations thereto. No, my child, I do not talk romance. I am too old for that, and have seen too much of the world. Nevertheless, despite all I have seen-the false, foolish, weak attachments-the unholy marriages-the after-life of marriage made unholier still by struggling against what was inevitable-still I believe in the one true love which binds a woman's heart faithfully to oneness towards him. man in this life and-God grant it!-in the next. But you have no need to hear all this, little wife? You do not wish to be taught how to love Nathanael?"

Agatha tried to smile-to conceal the pain rising in her heart.

"Čome then, I will teach you how to love him-in better words than mine, and from a woman who, though writing out of the deep truth of her poet-heart, would scorn to write

She went to his side. "What is the matter? Tell me! Let me help you."

"You help me!" he echoed, despondently; then added, with an accent studiously kind, "Thank you, Agatha. You do all you can.'

He let her take his arm and stand talking with himself and Miss Valery.

"I feared it would be so," the latter said. "Your father has a strong will; still he can be persuaded. We must try."

"But only persuasion-no reasons. stand me, Anne-no reasons!"

Under

"Anne will

Miss Valery looked at the young man very | forward but respectful manner, earnestly. Nathanael, if I did not know answer any question to prove what I have ̄alyou well, and know too whose guidance formed ready told you that it is at my own request your character, it would be hard to trust- -"she takes me for her steward."

"Her friend and adviser," Anne interposed. "I never doubted, Nathanael, that it was at your own request. Otherwise, it were impossi ble that Miss Valery would so far have insult

"Anne!" Again the peculiar manner which sometimes appeared in him, making him seem much older than his years, had its strange influence with Miss Valery, guiding her by an under-current deeper even than her judged my family."

ment.

"Ay," she said in a whisper, "I will trust you. Let us go down." And she turned with him to say good-by to Miss Harper.

The excitement of talking had been too much for " poor Elizabeth." One of her "dark hours" was upon her. The eyes were closed; and the face sharpened under keen physical pain. Agatha could hardly bear to see her; but Nathanael bent over his sister with that soothing kindness which in a man is so beautiful.

"Shall we stay with you? at least, shall I ?" Elizabeth motioned a decided negative. "I know," Miss Valery said, apart, "she had rather be alone. No one can do her good, and it is too much for this child, who is not used to it as we are."

Calling Elizabeth's maid from the inner room, Anne hurried Agatha away. She, clinging to her husband's arm, heard him say, half to himself:

"And yet we think life hard, and murmur at that we have, and grieve for that we have not! We are very wicked, all of us. Poor Elizabeth!"

The three went very silently down-stairs. At the dining-room door Mrs. Harper let go her husband's arm.

'Why are you leaving me, Agatha ?" "Because I thought-I imagined, perhaps you wished

At these words Anne coloured, and moved a step or two with something of the pride of her young days. "I did not think, Mr. Harper, that it would have been either an insult to offer, or a disgrace to accept, the position which your son desires to hold. Far be it from me in any way to wrong any member of your family, especially the son whom your wife left in my arms-and Brian's-when she died."

Agatha had never before heard Miss Valery say "Brian." She was evidently speaking as people do when much moved, using a form of phrase and alluding to things not commonly referred to.

The old Squire sat silent a minute, and then stretched out his hand. "I know your goodness, Anne! But I cannot renounce all my rights. Even a younger son must not throw discredit on his family. Except in one brief instance, for centuries there has never been a Harper who worked for his living."

"And what did he effect? Was he not looked down upon, humiliated, cheated? I never "I wish to have you with me always. Anne ride past his old deserted clay-pits without beknows," and he looked pointedly at Missing thankful that he went to Canada, rather Valery, "that I shall never respond to, and most certainly never volunteer, any confidence to either father or friend that I do not share with my wife. She has the first claim, and what is not hers no other person shall obtain.' Anne looked puzzled. At last she said, in an under tone, "I think I understand, and you are quite right. I shall remember."

The old Squire was sitting in his arm-chair, the dessert and wine still before him. The cheerfulness of the dinner-circle over, he looked very aged now-aged and lonely too, being the only occupant of that large room. He raised his head when Miss Valery entered, but seemed annoyed at the entrance of his daughter-in-law.

"Mrs. Harper! I did not mean to encroach on your leisure."

"No, father; it was I who wished her to come. Forgive me, but I could not bring Miss Valery into our family councils and exclude my own wife. She is not a stranger

now."

Saying this, Nathanael placed Agatha in a chair, and stood beside her, taking her cold hand, for with all her power she could not keep herself from trembling. She had never known anything of those formidable affairs which are called "family quarrels."

than have disgraced us by what his folly must have come to at last. He would have lost the little he had--have been bankrupt, perhaps dishonoured."

"Mr. Harper !"-Anne rose from her chair, 'I think you speak rather hardly of your brother. It never could be said, or will be said, that Brian Harper was dishonoured."

At these words, spoken with unusual warmth, Nathanael gratefully clasped her hand. The Squire observed, with added dignity, that no one could be more sensible than himself of his brother's merit, and that he thanked Miss Valery for extending her kind interest to every branch of the Harper family.

"And now," he continued, "we will cease this conversation. My son knows my sentiments, and will doubtless act upon them. I never maintain arguments with my children." And the sentence implied that what "I never do," was consequently a thing unnecessary and impossible to be done. The old gentleman leant on each arm of his chair, and feebly tried to rise.

"Father," cried Nathanael, detaining him, "I would do much rather than try you thus; but it cannot be helped. I must work." "I do not see the necessity." "But if there be a necessity; if my own "Now, father," he continued, in a straight-feelings, my conscience-other reasons, which

here I cannot urge- -" and involuntarily his eye glanced towards his wife.

An instinct of delicacy brightened the old man's perceptions. He bowed to Agatha. "We need not apologise for these discussions before a lady who has done my son the honour of uniting her fortune to his ancient family." (And he evidently thought the honour bestowed was quite as much on the Harper side.) 'She, I am sure, will agree with me that this proceeding is not necessary."

Agatha hesitated. Much as she longed to do it. a sense of right prevented her from openly siding against her husband. She kept silence; Nathanael answered with the tone of one who sets a strong guard upon his lips, almost stronger than he can bear:

"I have already told my wife all the reasons I have just given you, that since I am resolved to be independent, there is no way but this. I have been brought up abroad, and have learnt no profession; my health, is not robust enough for a town life, or for hard study. Many, almost all the usual modes in which a man, born a gentleman, can earn his living, are thus shut out from me. What Anne Valery offers me I can do, and should be content in doing. Father, do not stand in the way of my winning for myself a little comfort -a little peace."

My dear old friend," she whispered, and stole her fingers into the withered palm of the Squire. He kissed them with the grace of an old courtier: the tenderness of a father. She, though moved at his kindness, betrayed no stronger emotion; and Agatha, who had watched intently this little episode, confirmatory of an old suspicion of her own, was considerably puzzled thereby. If Anne Valery's life contained any sad secret, it was evidently not this. She had not remained an old maid for love of Major Harper.

Nathanael," said the old man, returning with dignity to the former conversation, would not be harsh or unjust. There is but one way to reconcile our opposing wills, since you are determined on this scheme of indeYou have told me your plan-will

Through his entreaty, earnest and manly as it was, there ran a sort of melancholy which surprised and grieved Agatha. Could this be the lover on whom, in giving him herself, she believed she had bestowed entire felicity? Had he too, like her own heart, found a some-pendence. thing wanting in marriage, a something to fill up which he must needs resort to an active career of worldly toil? Would she never be able to make either him or herself truly happy? and if so, what was the cause?

The Squire regarded his son, who stood before him in an attitude so respectful yet so firm. Something seemed to strike him in the pale, delicate, womanish features; perhaps he saw therein the wife who had died when Nathanael was born, and whose death, people said, had chilled the father's heart strangely against the poor babe.

My son," he said, "you have been away from me nearly all your life-and where I have given little, I can require little. But I am an old man. Do not let me feel that you too are setting yourself against my grey hairs."

"God knows, father, I would not for worlds! But what can I do? Anne, what can I do?" Anne rose, and leant over Mr. Harper's chair, like a privileged eldest daughter who secretly strengthened with her judgment the wisdom that was growing feeble through old age; doing it reverently, as we all would wish our children to do when our own light grows dim. For, alas! the wisest and firmest of us may come one day to mutter in the ears of a younger generation the senile cry, "I am old and foolish-old and foolish."

"Dear friend-if Nathanael follows out this plan, it will be for the comfort and not the disquiet of your grey hairs. Think, how pleasant always to have a son at hand, and a young, pretty Mrs. Harper to brighten Kingcombe Holm."

you accept mine?"
"Let me hear it, father," answered Natha-
nael, respectfully.

"You have hitherto had nothing from meyour Uncle Brian insisted on that-nor will you ever have much; I must keep my property intact for the next heir of Kingcombe Holm. Nothing shall alienate the rights of my eldest son, with whom rests the honour of our family and name."

Agatha, noticing the determined pride with which her father-in-law said this, wondered that her husband listened with a lowered aspect and made no response. She thought it unbrotherly, unkind.*

"But," continued Mr. Harper, "though the chief of all I possess must remain secure for Frederick, I have a little besides, saved for my daughters' portion. If, with their consent, I lend you this, and you will embark in some profession--››

"No, father, no! I will never take one farthing from you or my sisters! I will not again be burdened with other people's property! Oh for the days when I earned my own solitary bread from hand to mouth, and was free and at rest!"

He spoke excitedly, and was only conscious of the extent of what he had said by feeling his wife's hand drop slowly from his own.

Nay, Agatha, I did not mean--" and he tried to draw it back again. Forgive me." Perhaps we have both need to forgive one another."

No one heard this mournful whisper between the young husband and wife; they stood as if it had not been uttered-for both