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for some time, but now I am certain. The trouble! The delight of reading a new novel by Howells is something that you evidently have not the remotest idea of. Why, I don't know what I would give to have with me a novel of Howells' that I had not read."

      "Goodness gracious! You don't mean to say that you have read everything he has written?"

      "Certainly I have, and I am reading one now that is coming out in the magazine; and I don't know what I shall do if I am not able to get the magazine when I go to Europe."

      "Oh, you can get them over there right enough, and cheaper than you can in America. They publish them over there."

      "Do they? Well, I am glad to hear it."

      "You see, there is something about American literature that you are not acquainted with, the publication of our magazines in England, for instance. Ah, there is the breakfast gong. Well, we will have to postpone our lesson in literature until afterwards. Will you be up here after breakfast?"

      "Yes, I think so."

      "Well, we will leave our chairs and rugs just where they are. I will take your book down for you. Books have the habit of disappearing if they are left around on shipboard."

      After breakfast Mr. Morris went to the smoking-room to enjoy his cigar, and there was challenged to a game of cards. He played one game; but his mind was evidently not on his amusement, so he excused himself from any further dissipation in that line, and walked out on deck. The promise of the morning had been more than fulfilled in the day, and the warm sunlight and mild air had brought on deck many who had not been visible up to that time. There was a long row of muffled up figures on steamer chairs, and the deck steward was kept busy hurrying here and there attending to the wants of the passengers. Nearly every one had a book, but many of the books were turned face downwards on the steamer rugs, while the owners either talked to those next them, or gazed idly out at the blue ocean. In the long and narrow open space between the chairs and the bulwarks of the ship, the energetic pedestrians were walking up and down.

      At this stage of the voyage most of the passengers had found congenial companions, and nearly everybody was acquainted with everybody else. Morris walked along in front of the reclining passengers, scanning each one eagerly to find the person he wanted, but she was not there. Remembering then that the chairs had been on the other side of the ship, he continued his walk around the wheel-house, and there he saw Miss Earle, and sitting beside her was the blonde young lady talking vivaciously, while Miss Earle listened.

      Morris hesitated for a moment, but before he could turn back the young lady sprang to her feet, and said—"Oh, Mr. Morris, am I sitting in your chair?"

      "What makes you think it is my chair?" asked that gentleman, not in the most genial tone of voice.

      "I thought so," replied the young lady, with a laugh, "because it was near Miss Earle."

      Miss Earle did not look at all pleased at this remark. She coloured slightly, and, taking the open book from her lap, began to read.

      "You are quite welcome to the chair," replied Morris, and the moment the words were spoken he felt that somehow it was one of those things he would rather have left unsaid, as far as Miss Earle was concerned. "I beg that you will not disturb yourself," he continued; and, raising his hat to the lady, he continued his walk.

      A chance acquaintance joined him, changing his step to suit that of Morris, and talked with him on the prospects of the next year being a good business season in the United States. Morris answered rather absent-mindedly, and it was nearly lunch-time before he had an opportunity of going back to see whether or not Miss Earle's companion had left. When he reached the spot where they had been sitting he found things the very reverse of what he had hoped. Miss Earle's chair was vacant, but her companion sat there, idly turning over the leaves of the book that Miss Earle had been reading. "Won't you sit down, Mr. Morris?" said the young woman, looking up at him with a winning smile. "Miss Earle has gone to dress for lunch. I should do the same thing, but, alas! I am too indolent."

      Morris hesitated for a moment, and then sat down beside her.

      "Why do you act so perfectly horrid to me?" asked the young lady, closing the book sharply.

      "I was not aware that I acted horridly to anybody," answered Morris.

      "You know well enough that you have been trying your very best to avoid me."

      "I think you are mistaken. I seldom try to avoid any one, and I see no reason why I should try to avoid you. Do you know of any reason?"

      The young lady blushed and looked down at her book, whose leaves she again began to turn.

      "I thought," she said at last, "that you might have some feeling against me, and I have no doubt you judge me very harshly. You never did make any allowances."

      Morris gave a little laugh that was half a sneer.

      "Allowances?" he said.

      "Yes, allowances. You know you always were harsh with me, George, always." And as she looked up at him her blue eyes were filled with tears, and there was a quiver at the corner of her mouth. "What a splendid actress you would make, Blanche," said the young man, calling her by her name for the first time.

      She gave him a quick look as he did so. "Actress!" she cried. "No one was ever less an actress than I am, and you know that."

      "Oh, well, what's the use of us talking? It's all right. We made a little mistake, that's all, and people often make mistakes in this life, don't they, Blanche?"

      "Yes," sobbed that young lady, putting her dainty silk handkerchief to her eyes.

      "Now, for goodness sake," said the young man, "don't do that. People will think I am scolding you, and certainly there is no one in this world who has less right to scold you than I have."

      "I thought," murmured the young lady, from behind her handkerchief, "that we might at least be friends. I didn't think you could ever act so harshly towards me as you have done for the past few days."

      "Act?" cried the young man. "Bless me, I haven't acted one way or the other. I simply haven't had the pleasure of meeting you till the other evening, or morning, which ever it was. I have said nothing, and done nothing. I don't see how I could be accused of acting, or of anything else."

      "I think," sobbed the young lady, "that you might at least have spoken kindly to me."

      "Good gracious!" cried Morris, starting up, "here comes Miss Earle. For heaven's sake put up that handkerchief."

      But Blanche merely sank her face lower in it, while silent sobs shook her somewhat slender form.

      Miss Earle stood for a moment amazed as she looked at Morris's flushed face, and at the bowed head of the young lady beside him; then, without a word, she turned and walked away.

      "I wish to goodness," said Morris, harshly, "that if you are going to have a fit of crying you would not have it on deck, and where people can see you."

      The young woman at once straightened up and flashed a look at him in which there were no traces of her former emotion.

      "People!" she said, scornfully. "Much you care about people. It is because Miss Katherine Earle saw me that you are annoyed. You are afraid that it will interfere with your flirtation with her."

      "Flirtation?"

      "Yes, flirtation. Surely it can't be anything more serious?"

      "Why should it not be something more serious?" asked Morris, very coldly. The blue eyes opened wide in apparent astonishment.

      "Would you marry her?" she said, with telling emphasis upon the word.

      "Why not?" he answered. "Any man might be proud to marry a lady like Miss Earle."

      "A lady! Much of a lady she is! Why, she is one of your own shop-girls. You know it."

      "Shop-girls?" cried Morris, in astonishment.

      "Yes, shop-girls. You don't mean to say that she has concealed that fact from you, or that you didn't know it by seeing her in the store?"

      "A shop-girl in my store?" he murmured, bewildered. "I knew I had seen

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