she p

cturesque

resque? I thin

fairs received with warmth. It was Marie de Vere-graceful, brown-eyed, with a small olive face and daintily dressed brown hair. This was the girl that Beth and Arthur were introd

d Clarence, after Beth had enjoy

her! She has such kind eyes, and s

r the long time I have waited to get you alone. Only I wish you would look at

imes if Clarence could be a cold and unresponsive husband. He was not a very ardent lover, an

acant room at her boarding-house. She is quite sure she can get it fo

cian, you know. Edith says she lives a sort of Bohemian life in Toro

if she had a story, too. Ther

eing remarkably liv

ho have secret sorrows. Look, there she

smiled fo

ee fit to link them

t think so! I c

fine fellow

. We had such an earnest talk Sunday night. He made me feel, oh, I don't know

pen night, and Clarence looked thoughtful

ve fairly consistent lives, I think that suffices. Of course, with people like Arthur Grafton it is different. B

," said Beth with a sigh of rel

strange how every life we come in contact with leaves its impress upon ourselves! It was certainly so with Marie and Beth. Marie had seen so much of the world and of hu

they were in the cool of the early summer morning! There was one especially pretty spot where they used to rest along the country road-side. It was a little hill-top, with the ground

ions for leaving home. She used to talk to Arthur about Marie sometimes, but he disa