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1;8 My First Siturtion. upon my lips, and I stood before Count Harry like a silly school-girl at the mercy of her master. Again he came to my rescue, chivalrous knight that he was, and asking me if I were not home-sick, he led the conversation far away from Germany and gave me time to over- come my evident confusion. We walked round and round the grass plot, as we often did towards evening, and then the Countess Dahlen came out and joined us, but Count Harry still kept by my side. It is long since I left Castle Dahlsburg: They were all so good to me when I went home! ‘There will never be another Miss Alford for us, dear child; how we shall miss the bright face,” said the kind Countess, when she kissed me on the very step where I had seen her first a year before. ‘‘ But Warburg is not far off, and you have promised to come and see us often.” ‘That she shall,” came from the pleasant voice that had haunted my dreams ever since that eventful morning at the Berlin station. So far off now! ‘* That she shall! This shall be her first visit after I bring her home from England this day six weeks. This day six weeks, young lady, remember that; and no delays for trousseaux and that kind of thing, ” he added energetically. And thus it happened that I came to live at Warburg after all. It is barely three years since I saw it first, but I often think that it must have been in some previous state of existence—life has so changed for me. Harry says, he knows that his real life began the morning he saw an anxious little face (‘‘lovely,” the silly fellow per- Sists in putting it) peering eagerly into every carriage, and then looking so proud and distant at the offer of help from a stranger, notwithstanding its perplexities. Ele says he knew instinctively who it was that came up to his door on that stormy August night—even before he had assured himself of the fact by peeping over the banisters to see the owner of the anxious little face conducted to her room. He felt even then that a change had come to his life. And he laughingly adds that he shall henceforth be a firm believer in love at first sight. “ se —— EGomicbooks (E(0) m