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on the

which four horsemen support roar of many waters and a each a corner.

But to - day shower of diamond spray. there were

no funerals, only Soon, far too soon, our jourplenty of other rafts, all ney neared its end, and early bounding with the current in the evening the last pinelike

When they clad fortress was left behind, passed us, or came too near the hawthorn - strewn banks and bumped, as sometimes widened out, and the spires of happened, language, evidently the twin towns which guard of a highly seasoned kind, was either side of the river, and one freely interchanged between the of which was our goal, appeared raftsmen, Complimenten!

horizon. The horses as our friends explained. were waiting for us when we Once we

saw a raft which landed, and all the raftsmen had come to grief. It had who had already arrived were stuck on a rock, and was rap- sitting on the banks eating idly resolving itself into its their evening kolesha, and recomponent elements. This is garding our debarkation with the only danger to be faced, friendly, if not uncritical, interand it is not a serious one, for est. To - morrow at daybreak where a raft can stick there is they would set out

on their not much danger of being homeward march, while another drowned. Once or twice, in contingent guided the rafts a shallow places, we did stick, farther stage on the way to but our raftsmen made little of Czernowitz. Next time we reit. Their feet, with long lis- solved to go higher up into som toes that cling to the the mountains, and to let the stems, are usually bare, and to river carry us all its length roll up their baggy linen down to the sea. To-day the trousers, displaying limbs like sun has set, the dusk is falling, those of Greek statues, and to and our way lies homewards. leap into the water, is the work It was Friday evening, and, of a moment. They would as we passed through the little heave the raft up, and roll town and out into the country, away great stones with amaz the Jews were all donning their ing strength, and in the twink- fur - trimmed festal caps and ling of an eye we were racing lighting candles to say their down the stream

prayers by

Sometimes they Every now and then they had only one; sometimes, in called out “Trematz !which, houses wealthier or

more defreely translated, meant “Sit vout than their neighbours, so tight !” and then we clung to many that the dusky rooms as our bench, tucked our feet out we passed seemed filled with a of the water, and prepared to swarm of fire-flies. After all, dash round a corner, to duck even a Jew—even a Polish Jew under a low-hanging bridge, or, —under some aspects may be most exhilarating moment of not wholly unattractive. all, to shoot a rapid, with a

LOUISE LORIMER.

once more.

LIKE TO LIKE:

A TRIVIAL ROMANCE,

BY G. S. STREET.

CHAPTER I.

was

ABOUT eighteen years ago, August day of which I speak in a little formal garden, two it was fair with bright flowers children played a game of love. and glowed warmly under the This separate garden, shut off waning sun of the late afterfrom larger gardens and grounds noon. by low walls, showed an angle The children matched its of an Elizabethan house some gracefulness. The little girl hundreds of yards up the slope —the children were both of behind it; and in the opposite them seven years

old direction, beyond green meadows without the chubbiness of childverging to the cliff, lay the blue hood, though she had its vivacsea of South Devon. The little ity. As she stood in an attigarden had been walled on two tude of mock disdain, with sides of it for the pleasure of a tilted chin, her slight little lady who had come, two cen- body haughtily drawn up, she turies ago,

to this her brother's was more like a miniature of house in Devon, in disgrace a fine lady than a child, and from the Court, to meditate on she rested a hand on a thin, a lost ambition and haply to old - fashioned cane, looking expiate her sins in prayer—for down with soft brown eyes. she had been something of a She had tiny, regular features, wanton, like (to tell the truth) and wavy light - brown hair. other women of her family The boy knelt on one knee, before and since that date, and his hands outstretched in mutely had been the cause of an ugly eloquent appeal.

He wore divorce and a fatal duel. I sort of cavalier velvet suit, and forget what happened to her; he was a handsome dark boy, but I think it likely she found with a long pale face, and large means to go back to the world, black eyes, and straight black if her brother followed the men hair. Presently the boy rose of the family in good-nature slowly, hung his head, and and in taking the sins of others, turned away.

The little girl as well as his own, in the light laughed, and called “Herbert !” of humour. But, whatever the “Herbert !” she called again : lady's sins, she had the virtue “it's all right—I mean, I reof good taste, and this garden lent." The boy turned round designed by her was a and saluted her with a sweep instance of the beautifully neat, of his plumed hat. Then he limited, and perfect; and on the took a ring from his pocket

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and solemnly put it on her tiful as it is hackneyed, and her finger. And then, coming to friend laughed. the end of their play, they “If you get to your Greek,” kissed their hands to a ground- she said ; "what does it mean?" floor window of the house, and “It means I hope my boy

out of the garden and may be more fortunate than across the meadow.

his father, like him in all They had been watched from else. But Herbert is born into the window by two women, and this age too. He should not “Poor things !” said the boy's have been. Didn't we notice mother, “they must not play how like he is to that porthat game when they grow trait at the end of the diningup.” She spoke with a sigh, room ?” and the other woman laid a “My husband's wicked ancaressing hand on her arm and cestor ! They were all bad, answered her softly.

“Who but he was the worst. My knows?” she said ; "poor little dear, don't be foolish ; it's only Herbert may do great things a silly coincidence.

It's odd, in the world.” “Poor Herbert,

“Poor Herbert, though. The child is descended indeed!” the other said ; "he from him, of course—I suppose is very like his father.”

about the same distance as my “But you're not bitter, dear," chicks; but it's odd the type of the girl's mother said in a low face should repeat itself so exvoice.

actly, if Lely gave us a good “Why should I be?—unless portrait. But we won't dislike with the world or Providence. Herbert for that reason." Harry was brilliant—a genius, “No, dear, be good to him ; you know he was—and he was be good to him when I'm kind, and we were happy to- dead gether. It is not a very usual “My dear—" combination.

I forgave him Yes, I must face it, you without his asking me. I know. I can't live till he's a times think that if Harry had

Make me a promise." lived in a different age he would Her friend and kinswoman have been a great man—an age sat up in her chair and spoke that had room for his virtues, practically. “This shall be his and would not have minded his home as much as he likes until faults. But he was born into he's a man. Then—we'll hope this one, and so he ruined him- he'll be good. And if this chilself. Why should I be bitter?” dren's game—we'll hope it will

She leaned her chin on her be possible. If not, I'll do what hand and looked out of the I can for him, I promise you." window-a delicate, slight wo But both mothers thought, man with a broad forehead, as they watched the children little like her son. The other at play in the meadow, that watched her curiously for a no good was like to come of moment, and said, “My dear such a game when they were philosopher!” Herbert's mother grown up. murmured a Greek verse, beau

some

man,

66 As a

you know.

When the children were day, I trust with all my heart thirteen, Herbert came to this —some day when

you

have rehouse for his holidays from Eton, deemed the past, and made use with a new air of importance. of your brilliant talents. But “I can't marry you, Betty,” you must not think of Betty. he said to the girl.

I do not ask either of

you

how man of the world, I see it's im- far that boy and girl folly—for possible. You'll have no money which I blame myself most —your brother Bob says so— keenly—how far it still exists. and you'll have to marry a

Your conduct this dreadful fellow who has. I shan't have case—would make most people any, and probably I shall marry believe you can care nothing for an heiress myself.”

her, but I know men very well, “I thought you were changed. I knew your father very well, You only wrote to me twice last and I know it is possible you term.'

care for her still. In any case, “A fellow can't always be for both your sakes, you must thinking of that sort of thing, not see her now. You cannot

Besides, I can't marry her—it is inconceivable marry you, as I've just said. —and she must marry some one I'm very sorry : you must try who can give her a home. That and get over it.”

may sound sordid to you, but it The girl slapped his face, and is the way in our world, and ran away to weep in her own there would be neither happiroom, while the boy swaggered ness nor comfort for Betty if off to the stables.

she tried to avoid it. I hope

she has forgotten the folly, but Ten years later—two years you must not come down." ago, that is to say—they tried So they met in secret : Her

say what was to be good-bye bert had walked in the evening for ever. They were not in the from the town, which was six little garden, but in the wood miles away, and she had joined on the other side of the house, him by the palings on the edge —the dark, thick wood through of the wood. A white shawl which the road wound between was wrapped round her head, the house and the old iron gates. and from its folds her little We know that passion is not white face, with its small feaoften joined to long intimacy tures and tearful brown eyes, and the habit of affection, but looked wistfully on the young sometimes it is, and then it is man, grown up handsomely and hard to say good-bye. They gracefully, but with a tired and met in secret, for Betty's mother, old look on his face and a slight in a letter full of good-will and stoop in his shoulders. He regret, saying much of Herbert's scarcely looked at her, but bent mother who was dead, a letter his eyes frowning on the ground, even blotched with tears, had and struck his stick nervously forbidden him to make a visit of against his leg. There was farewell before he left England. little sentiment in what they “We shall see you again some said : they were old friends, and

to

had never made speeches to She took the ring and turned each other.

it over and over between her “It's beastly hard. I've not fingers. “Yes, I understand ; been worse—not much worse and I promise.” She looked than other people. If I'd been down. The autumn night was rich, nobody would have minded. black and still.

“ Look at me,” And to stew the rest of

my

life he said. She spoke without in a beastly colonial town! I looking up. “Herbert, I'd go suppose they'll marry you to with you if I could. I'm not some rich brute. Betty, can strong enough ; I can't face the you

world; I can't make enemies of “ Yes?" she asked, faintly. all my people, and — and I

“No, never mind. People don't trust you. Herbert, how are as they are : they must do

can I?" what they must. But it's hard He struck his leg again and not to see you, old girl. Will laughed.

. “Oh yes, you are you believe one thing? I cared right in that. . I don't trust for you all the time; I did myself. But promise about the indeed.”

ring again. This isn't mere The girl spoke painfully. sentiment. We've been part of “Yes; I believe that. But each other's lives since we were what does it matter now? children, and we can't forgetEverything's horrid. Why it's not like a sudden love-afweren't you my brother?” fair. And I'm going to be “Oh, I'm glad I'm not that, alone.

alone. Promise again.' But you do care “I promise that, whatever still, just a bit ?”

happens to me, I'll keep the “Oh yes, I suppose so: we've ring so long as I love you." been half like brother and sis “Good-bye,” he said, simply. ter. Yes—I care.” She began A full, good - natured voice to cry, and Herbert struck his shouted from the direction stick viciously against his leg. of the house, “Betty! Are

“It's a brute of a world.” you out of doors ? Where Then he took something from the devil

She his pocket and spoke in a whispered quickly : “It's Bob; changed voice, shyly: “Take good-bye.” They embraced, half this, Betty. It's a ring that as lovers and half as brothers belonged to my mother. She and sisters use, and she ran told me I borrowed it once to away, calling, “ All right, Bob: play a game with you when

when coming!” we were children.

Herbert lay down on the don't care any more, send it grass and looked at the black back to Don't send it just sky for nearly half an hour. because you're being married Then he waved a farewell to to some beast — only if you the happiest home of his life, don't care at all,—you under and vaulted gently over the stand, don't you?”

paling into the road.

even now.

are

you ?”

When you

e.

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