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A WALK BY THE RIVER. 61 me,” said Mr. Mauvais, half reproachfully, yet smiling very benevolently, at the same time. “Oh, you Aave been—you are. Everybody is a great deal kinder to me than I deserve,” she carelessly answered, “Not a bit, little rose of the prairie. Could any one help wishing to tend a beautiful flower, or to have it for his own if be could? Mr. Allen is a promising young man, as young men go. But he is not old enough, nor wise enough, nor rich enough, to have the care of a beautiful young. ‘woman like yourself.” “ And you are?” said Alicia, archly. — “Yes, I think Iam. But since you are not sure of it in your own judgment, I must go to your father about it. What would you do for me, Miss Alicia, if I should procure “your reconciliation to your father?” “ “T should be so gntose grateful !” she otind, with swim- ming eyes; “and so happy,” she added, with a smile. “Then I think I must do it for you,” said Mr. ap politely raising her small, ungloved hand to his lips. » She did not ask him how he proposed to bring about this change in her father’s feelings. She was too confiding to doubt that what those older and more infinential than herself promised they could perform. She only thought that she was very happy to have so many and warm friends, and this pleasant consciousness tyes ar in aan corer face. ‘As they: drove*bacle thesugli the town; omnabddued Allen standing in the street before his office, and that, on their approach, he went in without turning to look at them. This incident, slight as it was, alarmed or Sapecan te peg quite dampened the pleasure of her ride. 4 “ Adieu, Miss Newcome,” said her escort, as he left her at Mrs. Wyman’s door; “do not commence your school until I have first seen your father ;” and, with a graceful flourish of his hand, the Frenchman was gone, flying over the road at a “two-forty” rate. That evening Alicia reccived a eall fromy: her“ brother,” who had come to see how soon she would be able to begin her duties as teacher, and in reply she had frankly related to him all that the trader had said to her. comiclbooks.conm «