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FAMILY JARS—EVERLEIGH TRAITS. — 33 and a quiver of tear$ in her eyes. “I fancied somehow that you might not like it.” ‘*T not like it? What if I didn’t?” said Margery, taking a step toward her. ‘‘Why shouldn’t I like it? The sooner it is told the better.” She was leaving the room, but turned back again, saying, almost fiercely + ‘Tell them withal, it was his own terrible, ungovern- able temper that wrecked him. ‘Tell them it was no fault of his that he did not kill the man; that he was mad with anger ; that it is an Everleigh trait to get beside one’s self with rage—Heaven forgive me, Eva!” Mrs. Everleigh had fainted. Margery took her in her arms tenderly, as though she had been an infant, and Nora ran within for water. The poor lady opened her eyes ere long, but she did not attempt to speak, rest'ag her head on-her sister's shoulder, and smiling feebly, as Margery dropped kisses on her face. Margery sat a little, and then she lifted the fragile, atten- uated form, carried her in, and laid her on the bed. She did not raise her head from the pillow all day. All the forenoon Vashti lingered about the porch, or in sight of her mother’s door, a wistful look in her strange, Shadowy eyes—banished from the room, for Mrs. Ever- leigh was very ill—one of those nervous attacks to which she had been subject since her invalid days, and must be kept very quiet. At last, late in the afternoon, she discovered, by peering through the blind, that her mother was alone. Stealing swiftly round to the door, she lifted the latch and entered noiselessly. Mrs, Everleigh lay with halfclosed eyes, scarcely seeming to breathe. Vashti dropped on her knees GOMEGE oKele) cs €O