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- vulsively to his heart, and gaz his garments, clung to him, and wept alouc 7 p! < - - . x - > —- “~*, eal - * - L feet Gaer” NOT TO-NIGHT. 8? boy, whose anxiety bad also drawn him upon the road. The joy which che pour lad felt at the sight of his recovered mistress seemed toc great f.1 words, and displayed itself in a thousand @Xtravyagani capers. He ran to her, and caught her by the hand ; he laughed and cried in the same moment; he sprung to and fro with the agility of an ape, and throwing himself upon the ground, rolied over and over with all the frolic wildness of a playful spaniel. The party had been in the cabin but a few minutes, when a horseman alighted at the door, and directly after Mr. Sedley en- tered the room. Lucy sprung to him, cast one anxious, search- ing glace into his countenance, and then, burying her face in 1. The old man bent his gray head over her peels form, which he clasped con- ed on her with a fixed look; but no answering tear moistened his hot lids. His cheek was pale, his lip bloodless, his dress disordered, and the bewildered, ab- stracted expression of his eye might eithe: have denoted the ab- sence of a fatigued and listless mind, or “ Bespoke remembrance only too prefuund."’ An air of embarrassment and restraint was visible in each member of the group. Lucy, who knew the fearless and deter- mined, though ordinarily gentle character of her uncle, had read in the single glance with which she perused his pallid face the confirmation of her worst apprehensions. Charles, afraid to ask any question or make any remark, lest it might lead to a disclosure of circumstances of which it would be well to keep the missionary ignorant and unsuspicious, sat gazing on the decaying embers with a restless, perturbed expression, that partly revealed what was passing in his mind. The mi-sion ‘ry Sat twiddling his hat in his hand, his sharp elbows projecting at acute angles from his sides, and his large eyes turning from one person to another with a look of exceeding and almost ludicrous ey This person, however, was the first to break silence. ng down his smooth, close-shaven hair with his large bony hand, he inquired with ‘a somewhat sheepish air, if they should semen to consumunate the business which had brought aim to “ Not t—not to-night! exclaimed Lucy. “No, n Charles” conaued she, Og ote to the tikes of her ah, “ to-morreow—or the next day—or some other time ; but not to- Bat, dear Lucy,” whispered Dudley, “why not put our tnion beyond the reach of villainy to prevent ?—why not give me thap title to watch over and protect Rae which, had it been ier given, might have prevented occurrences of this t? Let us leave nothing to uncertainty—nothing to -