but that epithet somehow seemed to point nd drive home tho reproach in quite a new Kory was lazy, there ia no denying that. You saw i' m *!ae lanSuid grace of his well developed figure ; in the peculiar curve of his lips- in the very way in which the heavy lids rose slowly from his eyes, as if it were hardly worth the trouble ; in motion and out lJQe n s in coloring, the southern mother was betrayed in him. Yet, underlying all the tropical warmth and softness, wa3 the firmer Btrafctttn that came from nis New England ancestry on the other side ; and just as you W ere surprised, when the black iashes were lifted, to sea a pair of deep blue-eyes set in the olive face, so you were surprised some times to see thoso large, sleepy eyes kindle jniiO a keenness of comprehension and energy foreka to his whole exterior. To repeat, tho rock lay under all, only it lay so deep that it was seldom touched. But it had been touched, to-night. He had left Celia in one of those flashes of anger not at all unusual with him ; but he seated himself now on the stone by the miil-brook with an uncommonly W ell-defkied purpose of thinking it all out; 'if beir^ Celia, himself, and his own position w itb regard to her and things in geneial. What that was, does not require many words to explain. Rory-and here it may ba remarked that he did not owe his Irish name to any Irish blood, but Co the inability of one of his father's farm-hands to—as he phrased it— get his tongue round the little fellow's name. For Captain Trent, with that peculiar baste in nomenclature not infrequent ly to bo o'^ei ved in the New Englander born and bred, had called hi., boy Rosario, after the South American settlement where he had met his wife ; and, this appellation being un manageable to more tongues than Pat McGin ilia's that worthy's solution of the difficulty had 'been speedily adopted by everybody. TJorv Trent, then, was the orphan son of a South American Spaniard and a roving New Englander, who had been a sailor and a little of everything else before becoming a settler in Buenos Ayres, where he made considerable money in sheep, which he afterward lost in speculation. Shortly after bis marriage, the fancy took him to return to his native town, which he accordingly did, richer than when he loft it by a wife and a fortune. But he did not retain either very long. The dark eyed Peruvian pined aria drooped in that uncongenial air ; and, before the village folks were tired of gossiping about her outlandisn j garb and ways, one bleak November day, they were bidden to a hushed assembly, where ' the foreign woman' lay, rigid enough now her outlandish garb exchanged for colorless "rave-cloths, then the black, frozen sodsef the little New England cemetery closed over the stranger from the far-away land of the vino and the palm, and there was nothing left to teli of her save that mound an"'' ? motherless little boy. Osptai* Trent followed his wife before many years, but not until he had succeeded in making ducks and drakes of his reoently acquT^d money by rash speculation, and the nodernaking of New England farming on a Strath American .scale, with tho result to be expecrerl fio-n m >re zeal than ciiscr-viou. That accomplished -eoucludiag, perhaps, that he has 1, about exhausted this world he betook himself to another, leaving llory with fcln wrack of ins property -just enough, as Cilia hvl siid, to ieo him dawdle, along tliron di if ■'■■ B\y a;ul property were con fided to '.he oare of the captain's half-brother, Jacob VV.;':herell, who was to give the. lad a hone during his minority, send him to col- Jege—this being expressly stipulated by the testator, with the exaggerated ideas of the advantages of that institution peculiar to those who have not shared them—and be altogether a father to the fatherless boy. Jhe provisions of the will had been duly carried out, Rory, grown up, had passed his four years within the university walls, and left thorn the wiser, no doubt, by all that experience of prauk-playing and authority chcatinc, which are among the benefits of a collegiate cour?e. Otherwise, it cannot be said that he had particularly distinguished himself. He had just graduated, and return ed home at the age of 22, healthy, hand some, and lazy, with his life all before him, and no apparent notion of what to do with it beyond smoking, idling, and "making lova, in season and out of season, to his cousin Oelia Wetherell.

As far this last pastime, no one, seeing Colia, would be disposed to blame him. She was the type weal! know in New England, and shall hardly meet with out of it; a mixture of fun and gravity, eentimeais and shrewdne.33; so pretty it seemed that she musb ha good for nothing, and so capable, one felt that she ought to be ugly ; kind, keen, and clever ; fresh and sweet as an opening brier-rose, with all the ro3e's bloom, and some of its thorns —luckless Kory could testify. Occupied herself from miming till night, she looked with extreme disfavor on his purposeless existence, as she regarded it. But then, as it happaued, he had one purpose, and that was to make her his wife ; ao, when she said, to-night, wich suuh uncompromising, plainess, that she would never marry a shirk the words went straight home as no others could have done He coild not get rid of them; tbe mill-, current seemed to ripple fco their tune ; they formed the basis both of the thoughts of an*er and mortification that ran through his miad while be sat on the stone thinking it out, and of the plan that had taken shape before he returned home to let himself in at the pantry-window, unheard by anybody but Ceiia, who. though she would not sit up for folk that staid out courting, nevertheless did not sleep till she bad heard said folk come in, The next morning, -at breakfast, Eery astonished his Uncle Jacob by inquiring if thera were not some books of his father's on South A,-yierica somewhere about the house.

'I gnesa so,' anßTv'ered the old farmer, intent on the carving of a pink-atid-white hum, artistically picked out with black-pepper spots. ' Bub wfeat do you want of South American books, hey, Rory ?' 1 Oniy because I'm going there myself,' was Eory's startling answer. Celia improvidently dropped five large lumps of sugar, one after another, into her fathei'j coffee-cup, and the old man himself left the knise quivering; half-way in the ham ' You are going to South America !' he re

peated, wrinkling up his eyebrows, the better to stare ao Rory. ' Why, bless the boy, he ain't waked up yet !' 'Oa the contrary, Uncle Jacob, I've just waked up,' answered Rory, with a side glance at Celia. ' And quite time, too. I must sse something of the world, you know ; of course I cant be always hanging round here doing nothing.'

Considering thao at that time yesterday Rory had nou appeared to find the slightest difficulty in such a mode of life, it was no wonder if Uncle Jacob was'somewhat surpri sed by the decided way in which thia state ment was advanced. But, as his nephew stuak to his plm, the old inaa, too, was soon brought round to regard it as, on the whole, an excellent idea. JSo the thing was settled, and Kory, with an eager energy which Uncle Jacob declared he had not thought was in thtf boy, set about his preparations forthwith, and gs,ve no rest to himself or anybody else till all was ready.

1 Good-by, Cslia,' ho suvl, as he held his cousin's hand at the moment of departure, ' The moth's going where ha wont trouble you again for one while, at any rate ! The Lord knows if I'll ever come back, but, whatever happens, whether I live or die, you 3ha'n'fc cull mo a shirk agaiu.' Then he looked at her with his great, pleading, deep blue egea, which said all that pridu tied tongue from sayiug, kissed her twico, thrice, passionately, aud was gone.

Celia, perhaps, if sbe could have ordered ail exactly to her liking, %vould noB have had her moth fly quite bo far'off, 'out she was not one to look bsck, her hand once put to the plow ; she had spokeu for Rory's good, come what might of it; if he was thereby lo3t to her, at lease he was gained, to himself, as she belioved, aud Bhe was not going to regret her work because it was working itself out be yond her anticipation. So she kept on cheerily along the round of her daily duties, those multifarious cares known only to fanners' wives and,daughters, who, whatever happens, must be'prepared for seed-time and harvest. (Jelia was as capable a little mis tress aa ever lived, aud her quick eye and btep pervaded the house like a spring breeze ; shj was here, there, and everywhere, provid ing for the men, overseeing tne maid;:, scold ing them, too, sometimes, no doubt, all through the week, and then on Suudays ready in her place in the choir, with her voice and face as fresh as her go-to-meeting bast, laid up ill lavender aud rose-leaves ; ieading, in short, tha good, old-fashioned, orthodox village life, including, perhaps, the Sparkling,' wno knows ? for she wa3 noc only the prettiest girl in town, but an only child, whose father possessed substautial charms of another sort.

liory, meanwhile, was doing well 'over there/ as they called the great, far-away tropical country, whose distance in crossing he seemed somehow to have bridged over for those left; behir>d in tho red house under the northern pines and maples. He had been very lucky, he wroie, in the partnership into which he had entered ; was noo makiug money with a tush, exactly, oud waa certainly not losing it ; was getting very riou in exporiauce if not in yolu. Hid letters were tjasurediv* prosaic enough ; they dealt less witn description than wnu fuc.3, aud wt&h sentimeus least of all; the wildest scretjh of imagination could noi have in^de them iuto iove-ljiii.trd ; thpy might have been read aloud, on Covvu nuejiug diiy wi'-houc raising a biusb on cousin Cilia's cbeek. iet Htiil tue;u was aivvays sotno allusion which nobody but heraeii could und-jrscanu, something which, without auy diraos appeal was meaui to refresh old memories which might yet be alive in her heart. So at least the girl fancied, until she remarked certain other allusions, more frequent of Jafce, to the cousin whom hehad found overthere, Juauita, who owned miles of vineyard, who had the largest eyes and tho sm-iileac feeu, and was the beat bolero-daucer of all the benoritas in thac -n^ole region. Thon a doubt gradually formed ltiaoif on Celia's mmd, a doubt strengthened by the innocent commenG of UncLe Jacob, who had no more notion of auy special tenderness, between his daughter aud his nephew than if they had been a pair of lovers in the moon instead of. right under his silver-bowed spectacles. ■ The boy's following m bis father's track,' chuckled the old rnSu ; and in her heart Uelia be lieved that her father was right. Then, over her knitting, she would try 10 inaku a picture for herself of Juauita, as she looked dancing that outlandish bus no doubt bewitching dance, the bolero, andths Spanish girl's Dlack eye 3 would Hash and her litcie feet twinkle curiously all through the staid., .New Eugland conversation, till, finally, when Mark Wilson, or young Dv. Heath, or Lewis Sunderland from over the hill, had said good-night aad gone away, Celia would be take herseif to her chamber, there to pieco out the broken images again in dreams, and fancy she heard Kory'a rich voica sing ing serenades under the thick blossomed creepers, and saw the gleam of gold in Juauita's black cloud k oi trc-sses, till she started suddenly broad awake, with the sun in her eyes, and Peter's whistle in her ears, as he went out to fodder the cattle in the early morniug. Then Bhe would half smile as she rose aud made her simple but dainty

toilet, and, standing before the glass, shooK loose over her fair face the thick waving locks that needed no foreign ornament to impart to them the gleam of gold; theu she would go lightly down-stairs, lor she must set the whole household machinery in motion • she must see that others ate aud drank ; 'she muat eas and drink herself, and amid her multiplicity of occupations she had no time to pine or pale, and so the new day would wear pleasantly enough to a close, like those that had gone before and shoulu follow after it.

Some" four years slipped away, and then— Rory came home, suddenly, without a word of warning; ha wanted to give them a sur prise, he said. And a huge surprse it was j only, after a little, he had dropped so com pletly in his old place, thai it seemed as if he had never been away. So said Uncle Jacob, 'You ain't a bit changed, not a bit,' went on the old man. "You're brown enough— yes, but then you alwi ya was a coffee-colour, you know, KoryV hey '(' 'I know, ' answered Rory, returning the eld man's laugh. 'But lam changed for all that, Uncle Jacob. Ask Celia.'

'Wei!, well, perhaps you be' said the old man. 'My eyes ain't what they were nor my glasses neither. I shall have to buy a new pair, I guess." But the change in his nephew was one which no new pair of glasses —nor even of eyes, unless they had been Cel ia's—would have enabled Uncle Jacob to see.

'S'pose we sha'st keep yon long' continued he, presently. "You'il be in a hurry to get back again ?' $

'No Undo Jacob,' answered Eory; 'I've come home for good, I mean to try and turn to account here what I've managed to pick up out there.'

' Aha ! didn't I say so ? Going to do just as his father did !' chuckled the old farmer, oblivious, apparently of the fact that neither his father's agricultural nor matrimonial ven tures had thriven in transplanting. 'But you'll have to go back, though to fetch your bride. When's if; to be, eh, lad ? when's the wedding coming off?'

'The wedding ?' repeated Rory, dreamily; then, :vith a start and a smile, 'Oh, some timo next year, I expect.'

'Then h re:iliy waa to be', thought Celia, as she watched Rory's unconcious face- How strange that she should have been the one to send him half across the world to find a wife in this nnknown cousin who otherwise would doubtless have remained unknown to him forever. Well, she did it for the best, she told herself, as often before, bub this time she could not thus console herself quite so readily. And just then Rory's eyes turn suddenly fuil upon hor, mid she blushed guiltily, nod got up and went into the kit chen, remembering all at at once that Nancy Walsh was a raw girl, and was probably spoiling whatever she had in hand.

Two or three days passed by much as of old.

•Do you expect anybody to-night, Celia ?' asked Rory, one evening. 'No, not that I know of ?' answered Celia, rather in surprise. 'Why ?' 'Nothing, only as Dr. Heath was here last night, and Lewis Saunderland the night before, and Mark Wilson the night before that, I was wondering if you had one for every evening in the week ?'

' What nonsense Rory !' said Celia, turn ing away in search of something in her work baskot.

'Is it nonsense ?' said Rory. ' I'm sure I hope so, for then wo have a prospect of a quiet evening.'

A very quiet evening they seemed tp have a prospect of, for it was a long time before either of them spoke a word. They sat op posite each other, with the light between, Celia knitting, and Rory lazily watching her quick little fingers fly in and out among the needles. Both, perhaps, thought of just such an evening four years before. ' There's your moth come back again, Celia,' said Rory, suddenly. Celia looked up with a start -- first at Rory, and then at a large motb, which, in fact, was circling uncertainly round the candle-wick. , ' Yes, but he's grown shy ; he'll be off again in a minute,' said tho girl, uucon sciously following out the thought of her mind. 1 Wh»t odds will you bet on that V asked Rory. ' Betting is wrong,' said Celia, demurely. • Not betweou cousinH,' returned Rory, with equal gravity. 'This oral-headrd pin of uiino to - lot me see - to that rose in your hair, that Mr. Moth srays and singes him self ?' Colia did not refuse, and silence consenteth. They kept quiet, and watched and waited. Not for very long. The winged simpleton advanced, retreated, advanced nearer, exe cuted a few zigzag flights and ecceutiic curves, then made a blind dash at the flame, and fell scorched on the table. ' Weil?' said Rory, coming round to Celia, and his eyes looking straight into hers, while he detached the rose. That required timo and patience, for it was a thorny bud, and, by the time Rory had finished, one of his fingers was bleeding. 'You pay dear for your whistle,' said

Celia. 'No dearer thau I expected,' answered Rory- • i 11 knew it was a brier-rose, and again nc looked at her. He did not go back to his former seat then, bub drew a chair beside her, and leaned his elbow on the table where the raofch waa still feebly fluttering. ' Poor old fellow !' said Rory, looking down at it with a queer smile, ' come and die in honey.' And he picked it up, and placed it on the rose-leaves. ' Moths like roses, too,' he said. 1 You're thinking of butterflios,' said Ceiia, knitting away most industrioualy. 1 What's the difference?' asked Rory.

• Oh, I don't know—ever so much !' 'Well, yes, so much, at any rate—butter flies arc rovers, and moths are constant —to the candle.'

There waa another long pause

' Do you remember just such an evening as this four yoars ogo, Ceiia,' said ftory, at last, ' when you called me a shirk, and Bent me itbout my business ?' • O Rory !' said Celia, reproachfully, 'I did hope you wouldn't remember all my silly speeches against me.' 1 Against you !' repeated Rory. ' Those were the kindest words you ever spoke to me. Made a man of me. Came Justin time, too. for a little longer and I should have setcled down into a regular village lounger- like old Tom Wiley, perhaps-hanging about the stores, sitting "on molasses barrels, and drink ing old Jamaica. Might have come to thaS— who knows ?'

Both laughed. ' But, Celia,' Baid Rory, presently, ' I'm not a shirk now, aud-is there any chance for me ? You know you're all the world to

me, dear.' The transition from molasses to sentiment wa3 so abrupt that it confused Celia for a moment. Then Bhe remembered Juanita, and her lips compressed. How dare Eory play with her like that ? 'Rory,' she said quickly, 'you ought not to talk so to me.'

• Why not ?' said unabashed Ilory. ' Oh ! - you know.' 'No, I don't. Is it Dr. Heath, or Lew—'?' ' No, no ! But—aren't you going to-rnarry your cousin?' • I hope so !' said Bovy, fervently. ' Well, then!'

1 Talking cf Jaanita, Celia ' said Rory, by and by, 'as I told you, the packiug me off was the making of me ; but nil tho same, wasn't it something of a risk ? How did you know bub I might turn out a, butterfly instead of a moth ?' 'No danger,' laughed Celia, ignoring all her previous doubts and fears. ' Onco a moth, always a moth !' Kory answered thi3 saucy Speech as it deserved. But his reply cannot be sot down on paper.

'Well,' repeated Kory, 'what of that?' ' What of that !' echoed Celia, with a wondering glance at him, as if to make svJt he had not be^n taking just a drop of Tim Wiley's specific — 'why, you car^^Btlf marry two people, and you know you saidW yourself the wedding would be next year ?' ' Oh, you're thinking of Juanita ? Yes, but her wedding wont be mine, you know ?' <N o t; yours-- ?' 'Of course not ! She's going to marry a Spanish fellow as light heeled as she is. They danced into love together, and now they're going to danca into matrimony.' '"Oh !' Scarcely to save her life could Celia have spoken more than that one word, nor have looked up into the dusky blue eyes she felt were waiting for hers. * Did you thiuk Juanita wa9 the cousin I hoped to marry ?' said Rory, in lower voioe.' ' I've got another cousin -Celia—' Silence ; and Celia knitting as if for a wager. Kory leaned foreward and captured both her hands in defiance of the darting needle-'toiuta and tho imminent risk of another wounded finger. ' Celia ' said he. 'ia it Dv Heath or I ? « It's—not Dr Heath—' said Celia, and than knitting and needing became entangled in hopeless confusion, and lam afraid sonic of the stitches in that stocking had to be takon over apain. ♦ * * * * » *

Father Hans.

Cant any one have forgotten Father Hans of our village of Sohoenbach ? Was he not known for ten leagues round, and was not the day of lii^t arrival counted as a red-lecter one by all the housewives in that corner of the world, which lies ftinongst t,ho folds of the mountain. When he came along, with hia back bent under hia heavy bales of stuff, there was a struggle as to who should beckon to him first from one of the wooden balconies overhead, or who first draw a glass of white wine in his honor frwua the east. But be rarely accepted anything to drink. ' Lank you,' he used fco any, ' oia ha.s uo strength againßfc a second glass, when one has r-mp tied a first. And. in truth, the best liquid in the world io God's good wine, which is made far a;iove us in the clouds and glaciers, and which tbe litt,l« buds reg»!e ihemsulvi wii-h.'

The moment of Father. Haul's arrival was bbc happiest one in the week to mo. lie never failed to have a storu of i)pa an<\ whistles for his Favorites in sonic uoruor ol Ms box, and sometimes even ltiile iLiwvs ol Punch, that ho had carved himself duriog the long eveiuuga of winter. Whilst the house-servants laid iv a stock of thread, hooka ami buttons, and whilst my mother examined bales of dyed linens and colored calicoes, with large flowery patterns, 1 prowled rouud the packages waiting impa tiently until ho would attend to me. Fa her Hans wu a f.-nuoua walker! He inarch-, d along the stone footpatha of ttr surioundiug cautona wiviiout evtt yrowiug weary. Hia heavy woodea B-iboths were efjnai, in my eyes, fco Hop-o'-my-thumb's seven-leagued, boob. It was rniriculous how they ascended the inos!. rugged of our rough 1 mountains with the aaine invariably vigor ous v ep. ' Are you never tired, Father Hans V he was one day asked, when hti was seen wipiug his forehead with his obeck ed pockec-haakerchief, but not atoppiug to rest, for an instant. ' I tired ? That would be a fine idea for an old grenadier like me !'

One morning, whilst Father Han3 was fastening up hia packages, ho remarked that he was ;jomg on to the shooting match at Wildhoim, where ho felt aure he thouid dis pose of a large amount; of his goods. Instantly Dhere Hashed through my miud visions of the plum tarts and ruaeaioous for which thai plaoj is renowned, aud I seemed to hear the joyful crack of riilds, repeated by the echoes of the mountain. .But what could I do ? It waa a school-day, aud father Hans, who detest ed idleness and idlers, would never consent, aud this my molher was certain nob to give. 1 blinded my eyes to the temptation, then I opened them to shut them tighter than be fore ;in short, I was overcome by it. Can you imagine why ? It was because I lis«ned to the bad advica of a blackbird of my acquain tance, who sat on a cherry,tree at the entrance tf the gaiden, and Bang a thrilling song on the pleasures of liberty. ' Thore is only one j»>y in the world,' sang the tempter , ' aud that is to bury one's self under the green canopies of the loresfc. or to follow the flowery pathway still wtt with dew in company with Father Hans. How delight ful to cross the babbling brooks, aud to teu the toneuts tumbling over the venerable rocks up abovs !' ' You are right, comrade !' exclaimed I to myself. ' Libisy forever I Come what may I will play truant from school, and the result may settlo itself, to-night !; At the same moment I threw my cap into the air, in token of independeuce, aid then hastened to set off ahead of Father Hans, who was finiahing his rounds in the village. Once on the road, Father Hans could not say no. , ' Hollo ! are you here ?' ho cried in sur prise, when he caught me hiding by the road at the noise of his advancing sabots. ' What are you doing here, then ?' 'I am going to Wildheim,' I replied with confidence. ' Well, then, my boy. we wiil travel to gether, for I am going there too.' My heart beat with joy. I l\ad gained my object. No doubt ho would tell me some of his battle stories. He took me by the hand and I tried to stretch, my short steps to the dimension ofliis long strides. This was very pleasant at firstf in spite of shortness of breath for the air was fresh and keen, au 1 -Ale sua hardly risen. I amused myselt by watching i the great, all Bh.iddow of my companion I

advancing along the road by the side . { short one. ' What is that lying there ?' said he, all ai" c^^^nce, pointing to a shining object that was hidden in tho dust. 'I* is an old horse-shoe,' replied I unhesi qatingiy, for my eyesight was better than his. ''Well, pick it up ; it is a pity to let any thing be wasted.' ' n > v!; that is worth nofcking ; I cann^J stoop to collect old iron of that ldnd.^gfl As you please, my boy.' And the old soldier, bending his train, lank body, took his stick and tried to drj(w the ob jecfc toward him that I had just df/spised. He could not reach it, however and I acknow iedge my shame that 1 allowed him to disen cumber himself of his packages, with a rapid movement, which liberated him so that he could bend down. When he raised himself, I felt rather confused, and walked on in silence behind him, not daring to take his hand again. We now left tne valley and began to ascend »a open and mountainous path. Wildheim lay ™ *»» other side of the mountain There was not a cloud in the sky, and the sun be.^au to shoot forth burning rays, which by noon became almost intolerable. There was no pKwpsct of shade for a long time to come, Now and then at rare intervals, a solitary fir tree, with lllgrown branches, threw ii,B lean shadows across the path; but there was no spring, no torrent, no babbling brook —and above all, no battle stories, Hans marched 0:1 unceasingly ; but he had become mute. Following behind him. I swallowed clouds uf dust through my mouth and nos trils, wiiich was nob refreshing. Half w?y up the hiil we passed^through a little hamlet, v/'ich cottaggea m <.de of pinawood, extending irregularly on both siciea of the road. ' Wait here for mo,' said Father Hans, as he turned into a blacksmith's forge. I saw him lay hia horse-ahoe ou the anvil, and the smith in lih leather apron took it up, and turned it over several times in his black hand. ' It ib not worth much Father Hans,'said he ah last; ' and if it were not to obligo an old friend—but tell rae how much do you want for it ?' 1 Neither gold or silver ; some handf ills of cherries out of your orchard, and a jug of fresh water will amply pay me.' In tho twinkle of au eye the daughter of th house disappeared, and came back with basket ful 1 of most delicious-looking che vies that 1 bad ever seen. How fresh us-i ro they were ! It almost quenched ray thirst look at them. 1 You can bring us back the basket w> joii iciuru,' eaid th« girl, with a pleaf* smile ; whilst Father linns, without ta*B. breath, swallowed two large glassful ° limuscl watvir. that were & pleasure ov* to

lie now ro3e to depart. ' He is..cei'j^M^ ofFor me some cherries !' said I to myself ; and I con j a red up saoli a vision of refresh ment £'.j the thought us uiude ivy mouth wmtr, .\ft,cr sn;«e minutes Father Hans put his ham-1 in the basket;, aud draw forth a liiiio bunch of cuur.ies and bejjau to devour them ono by one, without; rfppea ing even to think of in-, altiiough ie was only two hours ago that x had inuiiud and toiled at his side trying to keep step with him. -.fter that buuca followed a second —then a thiid. ' What- a teliit.ll Ula.U ho la, iili'': I thought he was so good,' and, s*yiug this. I made, facos at him behind bid back, while, he re| yaleri hims'-Jf iv front. All at once a Cherry ►"lipped ttorc. Inn hand, and r0t!..,;.! a*-, my feet, lv a SuC.uid. iO waa covered over wioh duut ..s while as su^ar. No matter ; L picked it up, and wiped it with a corner of my hand kurchief ; then turning it round aud round in u:y liacp.rs, I asked myself what 1 waa to do, i lor, after all, it did not belong to me. But' it would be very hard to give it back to him. I think, however, that 1 bhouidiiave adhered to ibis courbe, but, jusb at thai motnent, Father Hans turned round and said, as if he had guessed my secret stiuygle : — ' Keep it for yourselE; all chat fall in the ditch beiougs to the eoklier.' I became as red as my cherry, and carried it to my lips with as an indifferent au air as I could asduoie. Bat, nevertheless, h-ov^ff** lioious it was! After aoine xaovsiQmta^ f-ecoad cherry fell like the first; and/at tj e cud of about 20 steps, the sama maf/iceurig waa repeatad ; 20 times I stooped <4o»-u tr the dust, and I ended by being somewhat refreshed. Then the crimson manna ceased to full, and Father Hans turned round to wards me with a laughing face ; his little gray eyes sparkling under his heavy, bushy eyebrows, and his maustache—which waH also gray, and grew as bushily as his eye brows turning up ft the corner of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile. • Have you understood, little one ?' he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. I answered nothing, but I had no difficulty in comprehending that he was making fun of

' Look you, my boy ; the bo3t le33ons are thoso winch arc learnt by practice rather than by precept ; aud these are the kind that I always teach my children and grand children.' 'One soon forgets a sermon,' added he, breaking olio iuto » kind, fatherly smile, ' but I am aure you will never forget the cherries of to-day, and will forgive your old companion for having picked up a prao tical lesson on the road for your benefit.1

' Yes indeed, Father Hans,' cried 1 stretch ing out my hands towads him, which he clasped in one of hiß own ; ' but still I should very much like you to explain your lessen to me. I think that I fully understand it, but — r ' 'My lesson,'replied he, 'is that it is far better to stoop once and pick up aa old horse-shoe, that is equal in value to a basket of freßh cherries, than it is to stoop 20 times to pick 20 cherries covered with dust. And, now, my boy,' added he, handing me the famous basket, ' after the lesson cornea the reward. Eat what is there, and if you find it good, promise yourself that you will never refuse to do a service, however trifling it may seem to be, either for an old or young person. " Disobligingness is like deceit—it always comes home to its owner.'

Deceit ! Esther Hans apolie truly in say ing tha J it always cornea home to its master, aud, now, what has been the result of my fino journey of independance? I had de ceived the school, and betrayed the confi dence that my father and mother reposed in

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