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eradicated. Something which women under-
stand, prevented her laying open the secrets
of the house to Edward; and yet she desired
counsel. Possessing much observation as to
the workings of the human heart, she had but
little knowledge as to how those feelings might
be moulded for the best; and she naturally
turned for advice, and with the faith of a Chris-
tian spirit, to the pastor who had instructed her
youth. He had loved them both, and she long-
ed for his counsel, in the—alas! vain—hope
that she, a right-minded but simple girl—simple
as regards the ambition of life’s drama—might
be able to turn her cousin from the unsatisfied,
unsatisfying longings after place and station.
The difference in their opinions was simply this
—Rose thought that Helen possessed everything
that Helen could desire, while Helen thought
that Helen wanted all things.

It was morning—not the morning that Rose
had described to her lover, but not more than
seven o’clock—when Rose, who had been up
late the previous night, was awoke by her cou-
sin’s maid. On entering Helen’s dressing-room
she found her already dressed, but so pale and
distressed in her appearance, that she could
hardly recognise the brilliant lawgiver of the
evening’s festivities in the pale, | guid, fever-
ish beauty that was seated at her desk.

‘‘Dear Helen, you are weary ; ill, perhaps,”
exclaimed“her gentle cousin. ‘ You have en-