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* YOUNG LADIE’S CONFIDENCEs. 107 They grew silent, each absorbed in their own musings, until the tinkle of a distant bell called them to tea. In the evening Clematis took her visitor through all the rooms of the house which were to be open to company. ~The arrangements were simple and tasteful, in character with th size of the mansion and the fashions of its people. “ This will be your room after you are mar—” o “ Hush !” : “Why, Rosa, I could not help mentioning it, couldI? Is it not a queer, quaint old chamber? Here is where Pennon slept the first night he came to our house. This week you will room with me; but let us sit here a moment by the win- dow—the night is so lovely.” “Tt is indeed a quaint’ room; very suggestive of ghosts and old legends.” Clematis laughed merrily. “Your speaking of ghosts reminds me that Pennon saw one that first night he staid in it.” “How do you know ?” “Oh, he told me. Besides, I knew it before.” “What kind of a ghost was it—young and pretty ?” “No, old and wrinkled. You have heard us speak of my emerald necklace, and all the strange stories attached to it. | Pennon has told you how he found me a¢ the-well just as I found the necklace in it. The dismay which mother showed when I came in with it, set me to thinking of all the stories she had from time to time excited my fancy with; and you may be sure that when I went to my room that night I did not go to bed without first pondering long over the precious emeralds. J was very glad I had found it; it was quite too beautiful to hide its “ purest ray serene in the dark, unfathom- ed caves” of an old well; and. as I was not the least bit credulous I smiled at the legends which my dear mother was wont to connect with it. It put an idea into my head, which I was just mischievous enough (F-was full of the spirit of mis- chief then)—” “And have changed a great deal in four months, I sup- “Just wild enough to carry into effect. Ido not know now how I dared to do it. I have no intention of confess- Conniclsookxs.com