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TWO HEARTS MADE HAPPY. 67 “ He must be a ¥ ee man indeed, and, I shonld like to, go into the village and take him by the hand,” said Hammond, mip Set just then that be could. take.any, ong.in, the world: by - Xo she replied ;..“‘ do, not show ‘yourself*in ‘the Ne vilage You kuow, why ?”, - "e Xo,” he answered, looking i ingnixingly. at, her... youre “In the first place, they are always uneasy at the approach of . and. then, when it. became known, that, you are the Cad of my, leaying them, some of the. younger members might not feel so particularly Christian toward you.” “T see ; it shall be as you say. . Iwill wait your own good time and pleasure, praying you to remember that the days will drag wearily until we turn our faces eastward,” . “T shall not be long.” “ Two or three days, I suppose, will be all-sufficient ” “ Perhaps so, but I car not.say with-certainty.”, .. , ah: there. is, no danger of your, desiring to. withdraw Jour. consent ; you ean never be sorry for your BRRERIESS. ote “ Not so long as you do not forget yours,”, 4: ,, Sains “ Then, it. can never be,” was the ardent reply of ag mond, as he again pare be to him, and imprinted a. kiss upon. a 6 : ed, _ hers a ti. to “her ‘fect, po tne ag and trustingly inhi vil ¥ ef sh2 golseib 3 she said, after after a moment's pause, “ I do: not think one y: us ever ait be sorry for this. You profess to love me, and I believe you, and I know, too, that you have the whole, undivided affection of Cecilia Alamant—that she is yours, now and forever!” But there must es end to all things, and the lovers be- came sensible that érhl hours hi thsted since they met, and it was now past noon. Lamora moved toward the path, ' still holding her hand and walking beside her,» - I do. not know which is the, prettiest, your Indian or your: me pray Be, remarked, as they walked slowly along,, “Tam the most accustomed to the, first, but I suppose. I I Shalt lose that when I leave them.” _ “Tt was that by We, I first. knew you, and I. never wish conmiclooks.corn