Harper's weekly . the child s lather, Mr. Trescott, isa mu-ician who play- m the orchestra of the Mrs. Saxel- nuid on to Ihc entangled, ha There was a moment sys netting had fallen frooor, and had apparently I speaking. How can yo said, still busy with her i Mr. Saxelby wouldnt hea: Mabel rose from her kne se he plays in a theatre. With that s 1 her lip- into a pcciiburh scornful cun thee bad a natural to, ,pu, ,u, .-.,iad walked oat ol the- open IioikIi the flutter of Mabels dress as she sicdown the long narrow grass-plat— Karnshaw is a little w Venturiiitooppo
Harper's weekly . the child s lather, Mr. Trescott, isa mu-ician who play- m the orchestra of the Mrs. Saxel- nuid on to Ihc entangled, ha There was a moment sys netting had fallen frooor, and had apparently I speaking. How can yo said, still busy with her i Mr. Saxelby wouldnt hea: Mabel rose from her kne se he plays in a theatre. With that s 1 her lip- into a pcciiburh scornful cun thee bad a natural to, ,pu, ,u, .-.,iad walked oat ol the- open IioikIi the flutter of Mabels dress as she sicdown the long narrow grass-plat— Karnshaw is a little w Venturiiitooppo-e hei pbilanthiopic ii Oh. j rake olleii-e :? g 1 peo|>le i And it w;u beyond Mr. Saxelhys mental po-:-i- I words. and without a replv -hcjatJied singularly ilooping over it. icss for these theatremgeable Mi-s. Saxelby ,,,?1 ; it it were 1, ?ed, No. : play like that, though it V ln;taMnCha lot Alfred. Hehadn line tone .ewood think so? 1apa said Al- slid Alfred ruighl to. tictdt indeed to play a good second. Im io thirsty, Mrs. Hutcliins: The little eyiee came faintly once more out ofthe poor bed, and the bright feverish eye- lookedwistfully at a great earthen-ware pitcher stand-jug on ihc mantle-piece. sake. Cordelia! ejaculated , petulantly. I hear you. Youvesaid so ten times in a minute/ Then glancingat the patient face on the pillow her heart was,-oftened, and she got up and poured out a n barley-water from ti 1 pitcher. -\p- allowed a deep d _ Ah-h-h! Thats good, aint it? said [urchins, sympathetically drawing a long she-mouthed the childs hair back from herhealed forehead with a not ungentle hand. But bolted la il ? coiite-ed i say good-bv for rac tolie udded, with a smile, aid1 plunged .i;..ai ,-inkmg. bv reason ot her inning into the pcnl- which cuco,up:i--ed KoVJba%fNaplc5; or, the Priest, the Iagc, May 11, 1867.] WKKKLY. Mrs. Huteluns followed Rosalhaof Xaple- infr?.,;. deepest dun
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