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 her, but sunthin' has hendered. She lived out West, and has only moved back a year or so ago. We've writ back and forth; and Josiah and I got it all planned to stop and see her," sez I; "I, too, have been greatly took with her writings." His handsome face grew earnest, he has perfect confidence in me, and sez he:

"I can trust you, after you have been there will you tell me what you think of her? Will you?" And sez he, "I feel that you will love her, adore her; for if she is so lovely away among strangers what a jewel she will be in the precious setting of her own beautiful home! She has described it to me, and I have loved Nestle Down jest from her description."

I sez coolly, "Josiah and I hain't goin' to be sent out like spies to discover the land; why don't you go yourself?"

"She don't want me to visit her," sez he; "she is so sensitive, so delicate, she has some reason I do not understand, and my duties to the hospital tie me here until my vacation, which seems an age. But my life's happiness depends upon my decision," sez he.

Well, I didn't give no promises nor refuse 'em. What made me more lienitent to Laurence Marsh wuz that I, too, had such feelin's of deep respect for Evangeline Piddock. I, too, had read with a beatin' heart some of her poems on the beauty and sacredness of home and domestic happiness, her glorification of Mother Love and Duty, and at a relative's I had seen some of her pictures and statuettes in stun, beautiful as a dream—she wuz truly a disciple of Art and Beauty and a Creator. And then—I heard his ardent words, I see the light in his eyes. And oh, the joys and pains and the dreams of youth, the raptures and the agonies! I could look back