ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS 79

* And I shall go also,” he-said, bitterly, ‘* but
not with you.” Even at that moment Helen Marsh
exulted in her own mind to find his words and his
steps at variance; he was still by her side. The
must perilous of all triumphs is the knowledge of
possessing power over the affections of our fel-
low-creatures ; it is so especially intoxicating
to women as to be greatly dangerous, and those
who do not abuse such power deserve much
praise. Rose walked timidly behind them,
wondering how Helen could have imagined
any alliance in the world more brilliant—but
no, that was not the idea—any alliance in the
world so happy as that with Edward Lynne
must be. When they reached the commence-
ment of the village, Edward said, for the fifth
or sixth time, ‘‘ Then you wilf’go, Helen?”

** Certainly.”

** Very well, Helen. Good evening.”

“Good evening, Edward,” was the cool re-
ply. Not one word of adieu did he bestow on
Rose as he dashed into another path ;_ while his:
dog stood for a moment, uncertain as to whe-
ther his master would return or not, and then
rapidly followed.

“Oh, Helen! what have you done?” mur-
mured Rose. Helen replied by one of those low
murmuring laughs which sound like the very
melody of love; and the two girls, in a few
moments more, were in their own cottage,
where Rose saw that evening, for the first time,

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