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THE WIDOWED BRIDE. o9 Mar?” she asked, petulantly. ‘“‘Put up her things at once; I shall take her with me. ““No,’ said Rena, with anger-spar kling eyes, ‘you shall not! I will not 20 with you! [ll stay with Allie!” ‘““My dear,” soothed Mrs. Heneage, more attracted than ever by. the child’s beauty, heightened as it was by her tem- pest of infantile wrath, ‘you don’t know how happy you will be. Vl buy you all the toys and picture- books you want, and i “T don’t want your toys and picture-books!” interrupted Rena. ‘‘l want my sister Alhe! No—no—no! I won’tgo . with you! I say I won't!” : The Honorable Mrs. Heneage sat confounded. ‘That a charity child should be insane enough to repel her gracious offers to open to her what might well seem the gates. of Kly- slum, appeared quite incredible to her. “T don’tat all comprehend this, Mrs. Mar,” she said, com- pelled to release Rena’s str uggling hand. ‘I think the dis- cipline you maintain, or rather fail to maintain here, must be exceedingly defective.’ “The child hasn’t been here twenty-four hours yet, ma’am,” apologized Mrs. Mar, humbly, ‘‘and I’m sure I am very sorry she is so naughty. Kena, my dear, I don’t think you- understand what 1t is that you are refusing. Mrs. Heneage Is kind enough to offer to take you for her own - little girl,” “I don’t like her!” cried the incensed Rena, stamping on the ground, a provokingly pretty little Fury. <‘I won’t go and live with her and leave Allie! She’s old and ugly, and I hate her!” So the gates of a social Hlysium, so far as Mrs. Heneage was concerned, were shut upon our little heroine. The lady patron went home in a rage. Mrs. Mar was sorely mor- tified by the unbridled expression of the honorable lady’s displeasure, and poor Rena spent the rest of the day in soli- tary confinement, with bread and water to assist her peni- tential reflections. ‘<T hope you are sorry now,” said Mrs. Mar, as she came at night to release the small culprit. : “No, P’'m not?” resolutely declared Rena. ‘‘I’m not sorry one bit. I like Yous * with a sudden hug round the unsus- pecting matron’s neck, ‘‘but I don’t like the tall lady, and I won’t be her little girl.” Eomicboo cS (ee) mM