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REJOICING AT MAX’S HOME. yo Oe He spoke sadly, and George’s face too wore a troubled look. “He cannot put from him the memory of one he loved so well,” said the latter. “The remembrance is wearing him away. Ican understand that.” “Yes, you appear to me to be on that road your- self,” exclaimed the young doctor. “Last time we met, | was not allowed to say a word on the subject, but now you look even more melancholy and eget interesting than then. So out with it—con- ess.” George shook his head. . | “Spare me, Max. You know I am incorrigible; moreover, on this point I think you hardly under- stand me.” “How should I? A hardened realist like myself cannot be admitted into the sanctuary of your in- most feelings !” Winterfeld frowned, and turned away, but Max went on, quite undisturbed: “This anxious hesitation and avoidance of a hap- piness which by a bold stroke you might yet secure, this overstrained delicacy of feeling, these doubts and scruples, will last until you find yourself forestalled by another less delicate than yourself, and then for a second time you will wear the willow. Yes, l see my words offend you, but I tell you this—-whereas, and seeing that you cannot get the better of this unreasonable love of yours, you must marry. The thing is as clear as day.” “Your experience would naturally lead you to suggest such a course,” said George, with a_ forced smile. “You have made a trial of the remedy with the happiest result. Your wife is a charming creature.” “Yes, she does honor to my treatment, does she not?” Chatting thus, they had completed the round of the garden, and now again approached the house. In the veranda sat Dr. Brunnow and his daughter- in-law, who was reading the newspaper to him. The doctor was certainly much aged, and 1t was nob difficult to see that he was ill both in body and Eomichbooks:. co