A Sweet Girl Graduate

p at night. At a certain hour the electric light were put out, but each girl was well suppl

as now burning well, and her room was warm and cozy. She drew the bolt of her door, and, unlocking her trunk, began to unpack. She was a methodical girl and well trained. Miss Rachel Peel had instilled order into Priscilla from her ea

ded up the bits of string and paper which lay scattere

ook charming to her now that her things were unpacked, and the first sharp pain of he

ever spent an evening like this one? All was fresh to her, new, exciting. Now she was re

light played on the pale blue walls and lit up the bold design of

lying before her, that every moment her tired body became more restless and wide-awake. She could not help gazing at that scroll of briar-roses; she

she had met had spoken of Annabel Lee- had spoken of her with interest, with regret

t would not have greatly surprised her if Annabel had come gliding back in the night watches to put the finishing touches to those scrolls of wild flowers which ornamented the panels of the doors, and to the design of the briar-rose which ran round the f

- a wild, bewitching sort of a n

, and she found herself now murmuring some

, not half so h

ying her

the reason (

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ame out of the

killing my

was stronger by

ho were ol

far wise

he angels in

ons down un

ever my soul

utiful Ann

t. She thought of Maggie's exquisite face. She remembered it as she had seen it that night when they were

chance of her going to sleep, sit up, put her dressing-jacket on and begin to write a long letter home t

r writing-case from where she had placed it o

d felt in the pocket of the dress she had worn that day for her purse. It was not there. With

purse, which held the key, some very precious memoranda of different

had been stolen? The very small supply of money which that purse contained was most precious to Priscilla. It seemed to her that nothing could well be more terrible than for her now to have t

she sat by Maggie's side at dinner. She had felt too nervous and miserable at the time to take any notice of the slight sound made by the fall, but now it returned vividly to

point. No; happen what might, she would set her fears at rest now and find her way s

he handle. When she opened the door wide it did not creak. The long corridor outside had a stone floor and was richly carpeted. No fear of treacherous, creaking

inguished, and this light alone

distressed at Maggie being acquainted with her carelessness. She felt sure that a girl like Maggie Olipha

ast the partly open door. A rich tapestry curtain hung at th

teps were again arrested by the sound of voices. Some on

no right to listen, but she did. She waited breathl

e. "The poor girl is as queer as her name, but it gives me a kind of aestheti

and noiselessly put out her candle

hear. Then there was the sound of one girl kissin

in love with you, there's no doub

ave it. I believe I am gracious to them just because I like to see that grateful, affectionate

Maggie? Do you ever g

I believe I am rather fo

y Hammond at St. Hil

excitedly, "I don't believe the door is shut! You are so careless, Na

all about her purse; every other feeling was complet