BALD-SUMMIT.

AFTER THE STORY.

ENS USTACE BRIGHT told the legend of Beller-
S—4)\\| ophon with as much fervor and animation as
Z| if he had really been taking a gallop on the
winged horse. At the conclusion, he was gratified to
discern, by the glowing countenances of his auditors,
how greatly they had been interested. All their eyes
were dancing in their heads, except those of Primrose.
In her eyes there were positively tears ; for she was con-
scious of something in the legend which the rest. of them
were not yet old enough to feel. Child’s story as it was,
the student had contrived to breathe through it the ardor,
the generous hope, and the imaginative enterprise of
youth.

“T forgive you, now, Primrose, * said he, “for all
your ridicule of myself and my stories. One tear pays
for a great deal of laughter.”

«Well, Mr. Bright,” answered Primrose, wiping her
eyes, and giving him another of her mischievous smiles,
‘it certainly does elevate your ideas, to get your head