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28 “ARTAUR AND I HAVE PARTIED !” in one case, unbounded loneliness for herself in the other. . The temptation was great. At length she said: ‘‘T cannot tell you just what I would do in your place yet, Florence; it’s too serious a matter to be decided light- ly, and I can see it concerns your happiness very deeply. We will discuss it again when you are calmer, and mean- while let us forget all about itif wecan. You’re nervous and excited now, and I am hardly myself. When we’re both in the right mood we will try to find out just what is the best thing to do.”’ | Florence tacitly agreed, as she generally did when her sister’s stronger infiuence was brought to bear directly upon her, and before long, to Rose’s contentment, she found herself chatting volubly about the good times she had had at Dolly’s. | The next morning, although they retired early, Florence remained in bed until nearly ten o’clock, and Rose, who would not have disturbed her had she chosen to sleep until noon, brought her breakfast up to her. Then she dressed leisurely, saying little, and calling the dog, went for a walk alone. She returned with two or three letters sticking out of her jacket-pocket, none of which she volunteered to show to Rose, however, and Rose asked no questions. The next day was a repetition of the first, and so a week passed. _ Rose, who tried to be doubly cheerful as she saw her sister’s depression, which the latter took no pains to con- ceal (weak natures are usually selfish natures as well), waited patiently for her to again broach the subject near. est both their hearts, but in vain. Florence would not per- mit even the slightest.allusions to it, and once, when Rose Gomicbooks. co