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S— & FLORIDA ; OR, THE IRON WILL. “In Grande street—and by far the handsomest residence there. It strikes me that, if you did not want the whole, as ix is very large, you could accommodate yourself with as much as you need. At any rate, I am quite sure my friend would like the arrangement, and if you wish me to, I will accompany you tc his place. It is quite near.” Florida assented with pleasure. The interview resulted in a bargain ; the house was at the disposal of Florida. Indeed, fiom the first moment, Mr. Dudley seemed anxious to accommo- date. He appeared struck with Florida’s face, and searched his memory, which assured him that they had met before. After the preliminaries were settled, Florida wended her way to certain stores where various elegant goods were on hand, and, by the time she was ready to return, her carpet-bag had grown to three large trunks, two bandboxes and sundry bundles that caused the driver to exclaim not a little as he stowed them carefully together upon the top of the stage. _» Meanwhile, totally unconscious of her sister’s erranil, aud light-hearted as a bird in her freedom, went mer- rily about the house. Her mother’s breakfast prepared and eaten, she aided her to dress, saw her carefully placed in her wheeled chair, and brought out into the room gst Be dow, her favorite seat. “Where's Florry, child?” ejaculated the invalid, looking cautiously around, “She’s gone to stay all day, mother Geary: se Vingiaia, gently smoothing back the gray locks. “Well, there—I’m glad, ain’t you?” said the woman, querilously, her face losing a shade Of its age. “Jenny, she’s a good girl, but she’s very odd, isn’t she, darling? Never mind the house—do stay with me, my heart’s love; do stay with me, won’t‘you?” “ Yes, mother, nearly the whole day, if you like; I must first see to some things, and by-and-by, perhaps, I will bring . you some company.” “Company ! that will be good. It will seem like old times, won't it, dear? Your father loved to invite his friends home,. a hy GE Pg ce Whe are you going to bring, daughter?” * “You remember the school-teacher, mother ?” CEORnicOoks.CGOmMl