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CORA’S HESITANCY. © 83 “Gora, true as you live, it's young Lattison in a stylish carriage. There, I knew he would ; he’s stopping here. Run right down, Cora.” ' Ors But Cora was petrified with sudden surprise. After an absence of a year, how should she meet him ? “ Oh, Cora, he’s 80 handsome!” cried the impulsive Arty. “ T declare I never saw any thing of flesh and blood look so splendid.” “ Arty, Arty, don’t talk so foolishly,” said Mrs. Reynolds. “Why, mother, ’'m fourteen,” responded Arty, with a mischievous laugh ; “but come, Cora—mother, mayn’t I go in her place? she just stands there and does nothing. What a silly goose, Cora Reynolds !” Of course after this the young lady turned to her toilet, especially as the maid came up with Mr. Lattison’s exquisitely engraved card. , “ Must have been done in Paris,” suggested Arty, piquantly. “What beautiful” printing! Come, Cora, you really look a thousand times handsomer than you did when he went away.” “Hush, Arty,” exclaimed the young girl, in a vexed voice. “Tam not fit to be seen.” “Yes, you are; you're one’ that looks better for blush- ing,” continued the girl, merrily ; and Cora heard the pleas- ant laugh and the words, “Give him my compliments,” ringing after her as she went down stairs. To pause upon the threshold—to draw one long breath— to feel with a tantalizing inquietude that she was far from do. Nor was the sad remembrance of what ‘she had seen and suffered within the preeincts of the young man’s home want- ing to aggravate her uneasiness. ‘ All was forgotten, however, when, opening the door, a step Was heard—a face came forward. How he was improved! oh, 80 beautiful, so noble he was! His style was inimitable ; he had gained the repose of manner before wanting. He had gained a height and a certai -regality that never sat more Stacefally upon any human bei deeper tints and stronger outlimes ot manhood. In oth things he wag not changed. There was the olden deferenee comlicbooks.com