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36 FAMILY JARS—EVERLEIGH TRAITS. ee 5 eas a 1 Fa Te yard, | ays i BA) " P - _* ore 'y rar = “- 7 ‘ae A PM, a a eke. “7 . * The appointments of both it and Nora’s, were marked by = exceeding purity and fitness. The carpets and walls, seen oa by daylight, were of that peculiar shade of blue, which = ; harmonizes so well with the pink cheeks of childhood. es The draperies of the room were snowy ; there were two or : three statuettes, two or three pictures on the walls, as pure a and lovely in expression and conception as the heart of the a mother who selected them. a Vashti entered her room forlorn enough). The moon- beams came through the open shutter, and - cast. a ‘‘ola- mour’ over each delicate feature, so suggestive of her : | mother’s love. Unconsciously to herself, the influence o of that beautiful room on Vashti was always good, and : | her spirit grew subdued as though in the presence of her ee . good angel. She sat a few moments by the window, and i then, having slowly undressed, she laid her head on her as pillow sighing. , | a And so she fell asleep, and waked just as a little French oS timepiece, in the next room, chimed musically the hour of ae © midnight. She woke with a start and a shiver, a vague oppression on her heart, as one is apt to have who sleeps with a troubled spirit. Slipping from the bed with a sudden impulse, she went noiselessly to her mother’s room. | | - €Tcan look at her,” she said to herself, and so she stole softly into the room by Aunt Margery, looking like a spirit in her white robes and bare feet. Miss Gresham did not look up. She was sitting with her back to the door, buried in thought that seemed un- pleasant, for she sighed often and deeply. Vashti stood in the shadow of the bed draperies, wondering if her mother was asleep, when Mrs. Everleigh’ S soft voice said; ‘‘ Margery 2” “aed : > ; ale. a 5 : , , a re * C ale - , f. e° as . . vy cowry we Ay } § "* “ya eo geod pet 9 : ua f w heels J : ie - : by ope | rh vem rome a> a A ~ ‘iat g eree 1 Ooo ie ° : he % . P he ~ = at np 2 wihied 4 as 1 m vs oe 4 og SP é : ® tod . 7 sz « ote " > as | Pee ee eo Ss py ee? 4 = GP ae ya ? Y iz ee = “Ce ba Nhe eS = a ae” at 14 st Le Beira FC ee Sade ie bs & Pr’