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be drawn away beyond the dictates of reason and judgment by the force of affection. Still, it was not without a feeling of deep sorrow—deeper than her calm manner led him to suspect—that, at the end of the year’s probation, she informed Anderson that the result of his trial was not favorable to his suit, and that henceforth he must give up all thoughts of her.

      To his vehement asseverations, promises, and protestations, she returned the same steady and inflexible answer; and, at the close of the interview, he left her, quite as full of indignation against her as of grief for his rejection.

      That night, his clothing was packed up, and lowered from the window; and, when the next morning dawned, it was found that he had left the house, never, as was intimated in a slight note pencilled and left on the table in his room, to return again.

      * * * * *

      While Miss Henderson’s mind was far back in the past, she had not observed the approach of a man, shabbily attired, accompanied by a little girl apparently some eight years of age. The man’s face bore the impress of many cares and hardships. The little girl was of delicate appearance; and an occasional shiver showed that her garments were too thin to protect her sufficiently from the inclemency of the weather.

      “This is the place, Henrietta,” said the traveller at length, pausing at the head of the gravelled walk which led up to the front door of the prim-looking brick house.

      Together they entered; and a moment afterwards, just as Miss Hetty was preparing to lay the cloth for dinner, a knock sounded through the house.

      “Goodness!” said Miss Hetty, fluttered. “Who can it be that wants to see me at this hour?”

      Smoothing down her apron, and giving a look at the glass to make sure that her hair was in order, she hastened to the door.

      “Will it be asking too much, madam, to request a seat by your fire for myself and little girl for a few moments? It is very cold.”

      Miss Hetty could feel that it was cold. Somehow, too, the appealing expression of the little girl’s face touched her. So she threw the door wide open, and bade them enter.

      Miss Hetty went on preparing the table for dinner. A most delightful odor issued from the oven; one door of which was open, lest the turkey should overdo. Miss Hetty could not help observing the wistful glance cast by the little girl towards the tempting dish as she placed it on the table.

      “Poor little creature!” thought she. “I suppose it is a long time since she has had a good dinner.”

      Then the thought struck her, “Here I am alone to eat all this. There is quite enough for half a dozen. How much these poor people would relish it!”

      By this time the table was arranged.

      “Sir,” said she, turning to the traveller, “you look as if you were hungry as well as cold. If you and your little daughter would like to sit up, I should be happy to have you.”

      “Thank you, madam!” was the grateful reply. “We are hungry, and shall be much indebted to your kindness.”

      It was rather a novel situation for Miss Hetty—sitting at the head of the table, dispensing food to others beside herself. There was something rather agreeable about it.

      “Will you have some of the dressing, little girl? I have to call you that; for I don’t know your name,” she added, in an inquiring tone.

      “Her name is Henrietta; but I generally call her Hetty,” said the traveller.

      “What!” said Miss Hetty, dropping the spoon in surprise.

      “She was named after a very dear friend of mine,” said he, sighing.

      “May I ask,” said Miss Hetty, with excusable curiosity, “the name of this friend? I begin to feel quite an interest in your little girl,” she added, half apologetically.

      “Her name is Henrietta Henderson,” said the stranger.

      “Why, that is my name!” ejaculated Miss Hetty.

      “And she was named after you,” said the stranger, composedly.

      “Why, who in the world are you?” she asked, her heart beginning to beat unwontedly fast.

      “Then you don’t remember me?” said he, rising, and looking steadily at Miss Hetty. “Yet you knew me well in bygone days—none better. At one time, it was thought you would join your destiny to mine——”

      “Nick Anderson!” said Miss Hetty, rising in confusion.

      “You are right. You rejected me because you did not feel secure of my principles. The next day, in despair at your refusal, I left the house, and, ere forty-eight hours had passed, was on my way to India. I had not formed the design of going to India in particular; but, in my then state of mind, I cared not whither I went. One resolution I formed—that I would prove by my conduct that your apprehensions were ill founded. I got into a profitable business. In time, I married; not that I had forgotten you, but that I was solitary, and needed companionship. I had ceased to hope for yours. By and by, a daughter was born. True to my old love, I named her Hetty, and pleased myself with the thought that she bore some resemblance to you. Afterwards my wife died; misfortunes came upon me; and I found myself deprived of all my property. Then came yearnings for my native soil. I have returned (as you see), not as I departed, but poor and care-worn.”

      While Nicholas was speaking, Miss Hetty’s mind was filled with conflicting emotions. At length, extending her hand frankly, she said—

      “I feel that I was too hasty, Nicholas. I should have tried you longer. But, at least, I may repair my injustice. I have enough for us all. You shall come and live with me.”

      “I can only accept your generous offer on one condition,” said Nicholas.

      “And what is that?”

      “That you will be my wife!”

      A vivid blush came over Miss Hetty’s countenance. She “couldn’t think of such a thing,” she said. Nevertheless, an hour afterwards the two united lovers had fixed upon the marriage-day.

      * * * * *

      The house does not look so prim as it used to do. The yard is redolent with many fragrant flowers. The front door is half open, revealing a little girl playing with a kitten.

      “Hetty,” says a matronly lady, “you have got the ball of yarn all over the floor. What would your father say if he should see it?”

      “Never mind, mother; it was only kitty that did it.”

      Marriage has filled up a void in the heart of Miss Hetty. Though not so prim, or perhaps careful, as she used to be, she is a good deal happier. Three hearts are filled with thankfulness at every return of Miss Henderson’s Thanksgiving Day.

      LITTLE CHARLIE.

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      A violet grew by the river-side,

      And gladdened all hearts with its bloom;

      While over the fields, on the scented air,

      It breathed a rich perfume.

      But the clouds grew dark in the angry sky,

      And its portals were opened wide;

      And the heavy rain beat down the flower

      That grew by the river-side.

      Not far away, in a pleasant home,

      There lived a little boy,

      Whose cheerful face and childish grace

      Filled every heart with joy.

      He wandered one day to the river’s verge,

      With

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