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ad =“, AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. 39 cept this talk about doom. The doctor says it was not the drug, and I must try to believehim. But, Philip, mark my words. The curse of the Everleighs is worldly prosperity and a temper that they have been suffered to indulge. If I live long enough, these children shall know what I think of this matter. They shall not go headlong to a destruc- tion prepared by their own unwarned hands, if I can help She had leaned toward him from her seat, her gray eyes darkening irom excess of feeling as she spoke, and her animated hands emphasizing her speech with eager gesture. He shook his head. “It wont do any good, Miss Margery. You're not the first one that has tried to save ‘em from their fate; but it always overtakes them sooner or later. They're a winsome set, maam, withall their head-strongness. They always go their own gait, in spite of everything, but when the gust is over, they come to you with such a sorrowful, melting look in their eyes one can't resist it. It’s the best and worst blood ever was—this Everleigh blood.” He bowed himself out of the room, and Margery, loosening her braided hair with a heavy sigh, lay down to try and sleep. * x * * k k ‘“Where are you going, Vashti?” said Nora, as her sister passed her, going down the road on a run. ‘To meet Miss Dale. Philip says the carriage has gone to Hart Corners for her. Won't you go?” “NotI. I get enough of Miss Dale at common times.” Vashti resumed her run, and Nora continued an_ in- teresting game with her inseparable Bute. She was still romping with him when a carriage drove slowly-up to the house by another road from the one Vashti had taken. D th. * Cal " os ; “ws a. 1 a oe ee ee Pe ae Cs oe ii com DOO