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"That!" and Wilford's voice indicated his disappointment, for in all his ined anything like this: Large, ra, just because it was so ancient, was the house he had in his rin as his eye took in the slass, paintless and blindless, standing there alone a the hills, Morris understood it perfectly; but, without see to notice it, remarked: "It is the oldest house probably in the country, and should be invaluable on that account I think we Ae and too much inclined to throw aside all that reminds us of the past Now I like the farmhouse just because it is old and unpretentious"

"Yes, certainly," Wilford answered, looking ruefully around him at the old stone wall, half tumbled down, the tall well-sweep, and the patch of sunflowers in the garden, with Aunt Betsy bending behind the her eyes with her hand to look at him as he drove up

It was all very rural, no doubt, and very char to people who liked it, but Wilford did not like it, and he ishing hiolden head flashed for an instant before theand then disappeared as Katy e at the door to receive hi so sweetly in her dress of white with the scarlet geraniuot the ho only of her and how soft and as the little hand he held as she led him into the parlor He did not know she was so beautiful, he said to hietful for a time of all else But afterhen Katy left him for a moment he noticed the orn carpet, the six cane-seated chairs, the large stuffed rocking chair, the fall-leaf table, with its plain wool spread, and, lastly, the really expensive piano, the only handsohtly guessed must have come fro to hi proposition to acco man whom he considered fully his equal in New York

Wilford knew these feelings were unworthy of hi over the books upon the table, books which betokened in some one both taste and talent of no low order