Guy Kenmore's Wife and The Rose and the Lily

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June-fairest daughter of the year-lay over all the land. The bay-our own beautiful Chesapeake-shone glorious

d stars were

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it trembl

he lace-draped windows of the parlor where a crumpled little figure crouched in a forlorn white heap on the wide,

, was deserted, and the weeping of the girl echoed forlornly through the room,

sque, white-capped head

y. "There's strawberry short-cake, and the reddest strawberries, and yellowest cre

ce answered back f

, Faith; I mean to st

ith. "Come up-stairs, and let me tuck you

e me alone, Faith," cried the girl,

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strong, sweet perfume from the large white waxen flowers, and the scent of June roses and lilacs came up from the old-fashioned garden. But the sweetness and beauty of the night seemed lost on little Ir

a hand turned the door-knob and a

you hiding? Come to papa," he called,

prang down from its high perch in the wi

xclaimed, laughing and crying together, and patt

e come home. Shall I go back to the city, eh?" he inquired, softly pin

face on his broad bre

exclaimed. "Who's been teasing my

in of tears, Ir

uld not let-let-me g-go, after yo

clouded over instantly wit

they let you g

g voice; "she said children had no business at a ball! The idea of calling me a child! I was sixteen, yesterday! Oh, pa

you go to the ball?" he said, taking a

Brookes were quite enough in the market at one time she said. As if I wanted to marry any of their ridiculous b

oke. "When you grow older you'll quite adore these black-coated dandies, I da

window. I never saw such a coward as Elaine," pursued the girl, angrily. "Bertha and mamma have e

disrespectfully of your-sister

uled so by Bertha? She's older than Bert, you know," said th

came into Mr. Brooke

uiet, she will not take her own part, perhaps. But about this ball, my pet. I

the lamps to a brighter blaze. Irene Brooke began unwrapp

ly over her white dress. "A fan! Ivory sticks, and blue and white feathers! Oh, thank you a hundred times, papa! And what is this

She said they were very fashio

ghed Irene, whose tears were dried now as if they had never been. "E

little girlish shri

you a hundred times!" she cried, running to him

ocket and see if you like the pictures," said

hoking him a m

beautiful!" she cried, kissing the pictured faces. "Dear papa, how did you know that I would far

st because we spoil you

. "Ellie is very kind to me, but she never spoils me. She reads me long lectures in private, and I believe she loves me dearly, but she never

sternly. "You must not imbibe such foolish notions! and, remember, I forbid you, on

eelings for the world," the girl said, earnestly. Then

t sparkled like purple-blue pansies under their shady, golden-brow

e eager, charming face, and passing his hand caressingly ov

l-you and I, papa?" s

nto the ball-room? Wouldn't they march us home and put us in irons for disobeying orders?" inq

amazed and how angry they would be if you and I were to walk in presently, and have a dance together! And serve them right, too, f

quered the old man's heart as they al

our revenge on them. Go along now, and tell old Faith to put your new whi