. Harper's weekly. , vehement persuasions. She was to-tally unprepared for this unaltered dignity, thiscalm composure. She began to think she hadknown very little, after all, of the real HammondVinton. A new respect began to spring up for him,as his manner gave her the impression of deep- inhis nature that she had not fathomed. With sud-den timidity she faltered, You will not let this makewe have been friends so long? Again the sad, kind look, the forbearing smile. You do not understand me, Miriam, if you thinkit possible for me to give up the happiness of yourfriendship because of an honesty
. Harper's weekly. , vehement persuasions. She was to-tally unprepared for this unaltered dignity, thiscalm composure. She began to think she hadknown very little, after all, of the real HammondVinton. A new respect began to spring up for him,as his manner gave her the impression of deep- inhis nature that she had not fathomed. With sud-den timidity she faltered, You will not let this makewe have been friends so long? Again the sad, kind look, the forbearing smile. You do not understand me, Miriam, if you thinkit possible for me to give up the happiness of yourfriendship because of an honesty which I know tobe genuine, and for which I honor you. If I hopedfor more than you can give, it was my misfortune, It was inble of him, she thought, so com-pletely to ignore the one fact for which she couldnot cease to herself to blame—the having ac-cepted bim, not knowing her own mind, the daybefore: very noble to pass that by, and thank her She began to think itcare to try. There other—giving that t. She rose at last, bewildered with thinking, andthrew open her window. She looked out into theAugust night, restless, odorous, pulsing with fragrance, from her heliotrope bed stole up toher. It was an hour which, nil together—stars,low wind, mystical llower-fragrance—sin t si d lo her t she tried to think what Shec hi in as plain)_\as if he stood there in tlTho vigorous, well-knit figure; the bold brow-dark hair; the eyes resolute and clear, to her overy tender; the proud features; tile clearlymouth, with a little haughtiness in its expres:which the dark mustache did not conceal—a <jvnman in all lights. Yet what else was he ? Hatany purpose in life—any strong fibre of mania,.What was he ready to do and dare ? Did his e Whal herself whether sheVinton enough to marry him. Now her questionwas whether she were glad that their newly-formed? iad been broken off. Now/as then, whether she had been too said only a day ago—the tender, pas-
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