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WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. : 29 sweet sympathy to all that he had to say—to his history of the cottage, and of the pretty furniture and pictures he hoped to place therein; she was interested in itall. He — said to himself that it was strange what perfect rest he found with her, a something which he could not describe, a sense of deep tranquillity and repose. “T think, Evelyn.” he said, as he stood at the hall door of the Outlands, “that no man was ever so blessed. I have the truest and fairest of loves, and the truest and warmest of friends.” The moon was shining brightly, and Eve stood in silence for a few minutes, watching him. “You will need a friend,” she thought, “and, when you do, you shall not fail to find one.”’ CHAPTER VI. FOREBODINGS. “That young man ought to be satisfied with his lot in life,” said Jane Lester, as her niece told her of Felix Lons- dale’s successes. “ He is quite satisfied, auntie,” Evelyn returned, gently. “The worst thing that any man can do is to marry a girl with a pretty face,” said the aunt. “Pretty girls are a mistake—they think themselves too good for anything. Felix Lonsdale has acted foolishly—Violet Haye will never © make him a good wife.” : “She is young, and she loves him very dearly,” re- marked Evelyn. , “Youth and love—would any wise man build his house on such foundations?” said her aunt. “I tell you, Evelyn, it is a mistake, and Lonsdale will find it so. Ireada character quickly, and I have read Violet Haye’s.” “She loves him,” repeated Evelyn, who could imagine nothing more unanswerable. | “Love—we know what a lasting sentiment that is,” sneered Miss Lester. “If he married a. sensible woman with a nice little fortune, I should have some hope; but the very curl of that girl’s hair shows what she 1s.” Evelyn laughed as she thought ef the glorious golden hair that had always been Violet’s glory. “There is no other hair in Lilford like it, auntie,” she replied. “It is a very good thing,” was the retort. “I am no friend to nonsense.” GComichbooks:co