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23 MAUM GUINEA. heavy and shining, framing a face of delicate oval, tinged with the warmth of a southern climate ; lips like rubies; cheeks just a shade brighter than the clear brunette color of neck and brow; the fancies of eighteen summers floating in her eyes, the anticipations of maidenhood heaving her breast with a breath quick and tremulous. She was young, wealthy, beloved ; ease and happiness \ were her and it would have been cruel for her to have been robbed them thus * early. She looked kind, too, and gentle; indolent, as a southern temperament is apt to be, but not ill tempered. Her air was that of a person of refinement and intelligence above that of ordinary young ladies. * | “Oh, dear! I hope the ‘dress-maker won't dissappoint me about my ball-dress,” she said, sie sr a mara > It was natural she should : of the festival, since Philip Fairfax was tc ) be her es and that her ‘thoughts should finally settle upon her attire, Which was to be so charming, “You must go and see her ‘to-night, and find out how she is along with it, Rose ;” and, singing to herself, she glided out of the r room, forgetful of her momentary vexation at her maid for wanting to marry. - 7 mor wh a was proposed, and had not only mec Ses, bed hear of his marrying off the plantation, but had insisted on his taking July if he want® a wife. ~ *€ July’s sixteen now, and not much to do. It’s high time she was doing her share toward keeping up the population” said the matter-of-fact master. « She’s a good-looking wench, too; I don’t know what better you could ask, boy.” Mr. Fairfax had not the same reason for favoring the match which Philip had, as he did not suspect the state of affairs between the young people. He was 9 good master—a COMnielooolkS.cOnn