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Bs im Genny’ + fs* ; : = . - < =<, & 2 r, a Soe a et Meme tan eae ies <A 5 ee nae a = as ee I - > +4 te at “Sas re ~ % -* - S. — 48 AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. Frank, all the lordly airs gone out of him, crest-fallen and. subdued, his black eyelasncs heavy © with tears, as he came. shyly into the room. _ T was very rude to you, sir, a little while ago,” he said, lifting his dark, bright eyes to Leon, and holding out his hand with that seductive grace of which Philip had spoken to Margery Gresham. | ‘‘I beg your pardon, sir.” ‘*My dear boy,” cried Leon, taking Frank’s hand in both of his, and drawing him to a seat, ‘‘I like you better than though it never had happened; for else, I should not have a learned what a fierce, brave fellow you are.. It is brave and noble to acknowledge when one is in fault, Frank. You're a boy after my own heart. Frank Roscoe Everleigh, I like 33 you. Two or three deep, girlish blushes flitted over the boy's. face at Leon’s ardent expressions, and he sat in silent, but evident pleasure, while Leon dressed for dinner. Leon looked curiously, as they met Nora in the hall, to see if these two felt amicably to each other. Apparenly they did, for Nora came nipping owas sain wi Si her pretty arch way : ‘‘Eh, Frank, you're trying to cut me out, now.” — In the dining-room were Vashti and Miss Gresham. ‘Leonidas, this is Vashti Everleigh,” was the ceremonial: ef introduction which Miss Gresham deigned to take them through; and feeling the bitterness in her aunt's voice, Vashti conceived it to be her duty to be —! very afiable to the young gentleman. When dinner was over, Vashti left ther room at the same time with her aunt, a legible purpose written on her face. She followed her across the hall, almost to the outer door, her courage failing her at every step, for Miss Gresham had taken very little dinner, and looked* unusually grim and a