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| | Featherston’s Story. 223 nvited her for the following day, Sunday. Lavinia hesitated. Glad enough, indeed, she was at the prospect of being taken out of her solitary home for a happy day at Mary Cardiac’s; but she shrank rom again risking the dreadful feeling, which tailed be sure to attack her, when going into the house at night. / You must come, Lavinia,” cheerily urged Madame Cardiac. “I nave invited the English teacher at Madame Deauville’s school ; jhe has no friends here, poor thing.” “ Well, I will come, Mary ; thank you,” said Lavinia slowly. “To be sure you will. Why do you hesitate at all?” | Lavinia could not say why in the midst of the jostling market- jlace ; perhaps would not had they been alone. ‘‘ For one thing, hey may be coming home before to-morrow,” observed Lavinia, lluding to Mr. and Mrs. Fennel. “Tet them come. You are not obliged to stay at home with em,” laughed Mary. | From the Diary of Miss Preen. : Monday morning.—Well, it is over. ‘The horror of last night 5 over, and I have not died of it. ‘That will be considered a strong | xpression should any eye, save my own, see this diary; but I truly \elieve the horror would kill me if I were subjected many times nore to it. _ Iwent to Mary Cardiac’s after our service was over inthe morning, Ina we had a pleasant day there. The more I see of M. Jules, the yore I esteem and respect him. He is so genuine, so good at heart, (0 simple in manner. Miss Perry is very agreeable ; not so young ‘* I had thought, thirty last birthday, she says. Her English is good, ‘s accent refined, and that is not always the case with the English eachers who come over to France—the French ladies who engage nem cannot judge of our accent. ] Miss Perry and I left together a little before ten. She wished me jood- ‘night in the Rue de Tessin, Madame Deauville’s house lying ne way, mine another. The horror began to come over meas I rossed the Place Ronde, which had never happened before. Stay ; Jot the horror itself, but the dread of it. An impulse actually yrossed me to ring at Madame Sauvage’s, and ask Mariette to accom- any me up the entry and stand at my open door whilst I went in to ‘ght the candle. But I could see no light in the house, not even in sadame’s salon, and supposed she and Mariette might be gone to red. They are early people on Sundays; and the two young men ave their latch-keys. } I will try to overcome it this time, I bravely said to myself; and ) pt allow the fear to keep me halting outside the door as it has Jone before. So I took out my latch-key, put it straight into the Sor, opened it, went in, and closed it again. Before I had well yached the top of the passage and felt for the match-box on | COMIC OOO SS (CO) im