A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life.

lear by Freedom'

y again that next morning, in the cold, clear breeze; the magnificent lines of the great earth-masses rea

of your hair, and give you a red nose!" said Jeannie

resh rose of recent sleep in her young cheeks, and the gladness of young life in her dark eyes. One might look away from the mount

him." And Jeannie, in high, merry good-humor, flitted off. It is easy to be merry and good-hum

now and henceforth, to care most for the nobler things of life. The great mountain enthusiasm had seized her for the first time and swept away bef

toward the evening radiance and purple shade. Marmaduke Wharne was moving up and down, stopping a little short of her when he turned, keeping his own solitude as she kept hers. Faces and figures glanced out at the hall-door for an instant each, and the keen salute of the north wi

madam. It is

ng. "Ah, Leslie? Let me introduce you to the Reverend Mr. Wharne. My young friend and traveling companio

morning, or that they don't know their daily bread when they se

as last night?" the lad

we have here just now. It was different two years ago. But Jefferson is getting

come. You can

o shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? And who shall stand in his holy place? He

esterday, among the opening visions of the hill-country. Marmaduke Wharne bent his keen eyes upon her, f

as what the stern old man sa

, and the gift of God unheeded. In the haunts of city misery and vice,-misery and vice shut in u

but these have made it a den of thieves.' It is

Wharne?" The sudden, impetuous que

-what

e and office. Yet she felt sorely tempted, shy, proud girl as she was, to take

oll of custom,-or half a look, when the wind is n

be as selfish as the other? People were kind, and bright, an

I would have a kindness that should go deep,-coming from a depth. There are two things for live men and women to do: to receive, from God; and to give out, to their fellows. O

be for mind only, or for soul. You never heard of a new name, or fact in history, that did not come out again presently

in; saleratus cakes and maple molass

best; and it was very unbecoming to sit opposite a great, unshaded window, to say nothing of the draught. Surely a little blossom peeped out here from under the leaf. Leslie thought Imogen Thoresby might be forgiven for h

her perplexing questions that had troubled her,-questions that come, I think, to many a young girl just entering upon the world, as they came to her; how, in the simple histor

's room at mid-afternoon that day. "There's a stage over fro

, too, after all, and the queerest people wi

aps, and in a minute more was gone, and Leslie had the lid open. All there, just as it had been in her own room at home three days ago. Her face brig

t on something pretty. Augusta won't let us get out organdies, but we're determined on the blue gre

lie unpinned from its cambric cover a gray iron barége, with a narrow puffing round the hem of the f

room." And having to dress herself, Jeann

ung about it; to have a little flutter of bright ribbon in her hair, that she knew was, as Elinor said, "the prettiest part of her." It was pleasant to see Mrs. Linceford looked pleased, as she opened her door to her, and to have her say, "You always do get on exactly the right thing!" There was a fresh feeling of pleasure even in looking over at

unny little episode presently,-an odd commentary on the soul-

an elderly countryman, and his home-bred, matter-of-fact wife. They, too, had had their privations and anxieties, and the outset of th

es-poles, to raise her draperies, and settled herself with a dissatisfied flounce, that expressed beforehand what she

ks, anyway," retur

ess, givin' up the checks an' never stoppin' to see what was comin' of 'em, trunks or hencoops, we might. There's somethin' to see, there. That little bridge leadin' over to the

d peremptory silence to the girls with the other. Jeannie was noiselessly clapping her hands, and dancing from one toe to the other with delight. Leslie and Elinor squeezed each other

oal. You don't take 'em in. If one of these 'ere hills was set out in our

e way of each other here, and don't show for nothing to speak of. Worried! I guess I hev ben! I shan't git over it ti

them stylish-lookin' trunks. I'll bet they ha

t me none. I've ha

f it, and if you ain't satisfied, why, we'll go back to Plymouth a

got up with this, and began to pace up and down, looking at the "h

It was absolutely necessary to laugh now, howeve

ctrified, as the sash

There's fol

h quiet relish of amends. "What