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The thing that I know least about isFor it is possible to introduce Ethel Rawdon in so , and forces h commonplace, may be the most suitable Certainly the events that shape our lives are seldom ushered in with poin their ithout giving any premonition of their importance

Consequently Ethel had no idea when she returned hoht from a rather stupid entertainment that she was about to open a new and important chapter of her life Hitherto that life had been one of the sweetest and siirlhood had claimed her nineteen years; and Ethel was just at that wonderful age when, the brook and the river havingthe first swell of those irresistible tides which would carry her day by day to the haven of all days

It was Saturday night in the January of 1900, verging toward twelve o'clock When she entered her room, she saw that one of the as open, and she stood a ht hts, in whose illu their lives in pause

"It is not New York at all," she whispered, "it is soical city that I have seen, but have never trod It will vanish about six o'clock in the , and there will be only common streets, full of common people Of course," and here she closed theand leisurely re, but to drea, is very pleasant In dreams we can have men as we like them, and women as ant them, and make all the world happy and beautiful"

She was in no hurry of feeling or lad to be quite alone and talk to herself a little It was also so restful to gradually relinquish all the restraining gauds of fashionable attire, and as she leisurely performed these duties, she entered into conversation with her own heart--talked over with it the events of the past week, and decided that its fretless days, full of good things, had been, fro to the end, sweet as a cup of new milk For a woman's heart is very talkative, and requires little to make it eloquent in its oay