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"I a, and as he did so he looked at the Judge, who immediately indorsed the proposal One after the other rose with sweet and strong assent, until there was only Tyrrel Rawdon's voice lacking But when all had spoken he rose also, and said: "I am Tyrrel Rawdon's direct descendant, and I speak for hi iven much"

Then the housekeeper was called, and they went sloith soft words, up to the third story of the house And the roo wide open; the shutters were unbarred, and the sunshine flooded it; and there auns, and whips, and faded ballads upon the wall, and books of wood lore and botany, and dress suits of velvet and satin, and hunting suits of scarlet--all faded and falling to pieces--stood the picture of Tyrrel Rawdon, with its face turned to the wall The SquireAht There was no decay on those painted lineahing mouth, was still twenty-four years old; and with a look of pride and affection the Squire lifted the picture and placed it in the hands of the Tyrrel Rawdon of the day

The hanging of the picture in its old place was a silent and tender little ceremony, and after it the party separated Mrs Raith Ruth to rest a little She said "she had a headache," and she also wanted a good woe Rawdon, Mr Nicholas Rawdon, and John Tho-room to drink a bottle of such mild Madeira as can only now be found in the cellars of old county arden There had not been in eitherthe party, but as they passed through the hall Tyrrel saw Ethel's garden hat and white parasol lying on a table, and, impelled by some sudden and unreasoned instinct, he offered theer, passionate command of his eyes she obeyed And for a few minutes they were speechless, then so intensely conscious that words stued only syllables at a time But he took her hand, and they ca at wondrous height a reen turf encircled its roots, and they sat down in the trearden; beds of mint and thyrant plants were around, and close at hand a little city of straw skeps peopled by golden brown bees; Froin wax It was a new Garden of Eden, in which life eet as perfureen, sunny afternoon but theof the birds in the plane branches An inexpressible peace swept like the breath of heaven through the odorous places They sat down sighing for very happiness The silence becath it was almost unendurable, and Ethel said softly: "How still it is!"