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ternal love, though the finest feelings of his soul had been outraged ; it ought to answer as an apology for the strong expressions that are emibodied in that petition. I know that the spirit of that prayer is unchristian.".

“ I suppose, Odora, when he wrote that, he thought the time had come when there was no virtue in forbearance; and I am coming to that conclusion myself, for I am hungry and cold.”

Handing his sister a strip of paper, on which he had written-as he had several times during the day-what he dare not speak.

“I wonder when our new dad will haul in for the night."

They soon hove in sight of a large hotel, where they were to spend the night. They enjoyed the large fire that was blazing upon the hearth. While the supper was being pre

pared Odora was seated by a small table, busily reading; when her brother interrupted her by asking what book she had.

“ It is the Champions of Freedom.”

Feigning great surprise he gravely repeated, " the Champions of Freedom! What, a novel ! I thought you were too pious to read such a book as that; I read it last spring, and while I was doing so you sang Old Hundred with your face as long as my arm”-stretching his arm at full length—“comparatively speaking, my dear sister.”

Why, Alpheus ! how unaccountably absurd; I did not know that you had ever read it."

Oh, you did not !" Turning away with an air of pleased satisfaction.

Mr. Willard during their ride had overheard part of their tion. He saw there was a difference in the character and taste of the

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ful one,

brother and sister; he admired Odora, and did not dislike her brother. The next day was a bright beauti

and they drove rapidly towards their new home. Odora gave her brother a slip of paper on which was written, “I am curious to know how our new home is going to lookI wonder if there are shade trees and flowers, and what kind of a house do you suppose we shall live in ?”

“ Well, Odora, if you want my ideas I can give them to you. In the first place, we are to be farmers, and I suppose our house will be an old storyand-a-half wood colored building, kitchen and dining-room in front, parlor in the attic, and our bed-rooms down cellar. It is very probably situated in the middle of a cornfield, with a potatoe patch in front, the grand entrance shut in by a pair of bars, a corncrib on each side forming an ar

cade through which we shall pass when we go to milking-a row of sunflowers on one side of the walk and broom-corn on the other, forming a luxuriant shade during the summer months, with dandelions and daisies, occasionally throwing back their green veils looking up to see if their tall neighbors are like to bring in an abundant harvest."

“Hush, Alpheus, you are too ridiculous. I am sure I shall like living on a farm very much, for there are more kinds of work we shall learn to do than we could do if we lived in Roselle." “ Odora,

don't mention Roselle again in my hearing, for that has become as unpleasant to my ears as my graphic description has to yours.”

"Well, Alpheus, there will be one thing that we both shall be happy in."

“ What is that, sis, for I am sure that I want to be happy ?”

“I am sure that you do not try to make yourself very happy."

“ Don't stop to preach a sermon, before you tell me what we are to be happy in.”

“ It is dear little Alba, Mr. Willard's adopted daughter; she is to be our sister, she is about five

years

old.” “ Is she pretty ?" inquired Alpheus, somewhat interested.

“Mr. Willard says she is — look yonder, brother, and see that beautiful situation !”

“ It does look pleasant at a distance; I think I should like to live there."

In a few moments the carriage stood in front of a large arched gate which was opened by a well dressed laborer. Mr. Willard drove up the long avenue, skirted by the tall pines and the more modest mountain ash.

Mr. Willard again halted at a small

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