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Aunt Paradox. 353 ham, he said ; he wanted Mary himself, to go about with him in his walks, and soon. Ina week or two, when he should have left, she might go back to college if she liked. Accordingly, every morning after breakfast, or nearly every morning, Richard arrived to run away with his sister. Aunt Paradox did not altogether approve of these expeditions, but she had no power to stop them; Richard was higher in authority as to the guardianship than she was. ‘She will get as sunburnt as possible,” remonstrated Aunt Paradox, when Richard came the second morning. ‘‘ Mary is one who tans fnghtfully.” “‘Oh, we don’t mind that,” said he. ‘It will make her look strong and healthy.” “Where are you going to take her this morning ? ” “Where fancy leads me,” said he, carelessly. ‘‘ Don’t know yet. Over to see the deer in Lord What’s-his-name’s park, perhaps.” “Will Mr. Ryde go with you?” questioned Aunt Paradox. “Ryde?” repeated Richard, vaguely, as if he did not know the mame. “QOh, he! Ryde goes off, sketching scenery. He is an adept at that.” ‘He is rich, is he not, that Mr. Ryde?” “Very rich. Far better off than I am, with all Uncle Damer’s money.” “And a gentleman by descent ?” “Quite,” assented Richard again. ‘So you are here at last, Miss Mary! Hope you've taken your own time to put that straw hat on!” It was a very pretty hat, and a very pretty face was blushing under its shade. ‘They went away together, the brother and sister, Aunt Paradox standing at the door to look after them. “That young Ryde will be the very Zarzz for Armine,” mused she: “‘and he cannot fail to fall convert to her beauty. I did once think of Richard for her, but I see he has turned out to be of a miserable disposition ; one of those obstinate, antagonistic men who won’t be led.” Walking away, in the full enjoyment of the balmy air, towards Lord What’s-his name’s park, they came upon Mr. Ryde, who was seated upon a low bank, sketching. “This is the loveliest little bit of view possible,” remarked he, as they sat down. ‘‘I dare say you know it already, Miss Mary.” “Yes ; I sketched it myself once,” she replied as he showed her his work. “ But oh, not as you are doing it. I wish I could draw like this!” “Do you take lessons ?” “Not now. Aunt Paradox thinks they are wasted upon me. I am not clever—as Armuine Is.” | “Does Miss Paradox draw?” VOL. XL. AA GOMNGOOO «Shi