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“Not if she were like my cousin Bella," CHAPTER I.

thought Hugh; but he made no audible answer, She, like the hazel twig

except beginning a long, low whistle-sportsIs straight and slender; and as brown in hue man-fashion. As hazel nuts, and sweeter than their kernels.

“I declare, he is calling for Katharine as he

does for Juno-how very flattering !" cried Isa“KATHARINE, Katharine-where is Katharine bella, laughing. “Really, Hugh, this sort of Ogilvie ?" resounded from the entrance-hall of behavior does not at all match with that elegant, an old family mansion, in which, between the evening costume, which, by-the-by, I have not twilight and moonlight of a December evening, yet sufficiently admired.'' a group of young people were assembled. “I wish to goodness I were out of it," mut

Where is she ? why, staying to adorn herself, tered Hugh. "I had rather, a great deal, put of course," said "

a young lady,” the very type, on my shooting-jacket, and go rabbit-hunting, par excellence, of that numerous class, being pret- than start for this dull party at Mrs. Lancaster's. ty-faced, pretty-spoken, and pretty-mannered. Nothing should have persuaded me to it, ex.

Was there ever a girl of sixteen, who did not ceptspend two hours at the least, in dressing for her "Except Katharine,” persisted Miss Worsley. first evening party? I know I did."

" But here she comes. " Very likely,” muttered a rather fine-looking At this moment, a young girl descended the young man, who stood at the door. "I dare say stairs. Now, whatever the poets may say, there you do the same now, Bella. But Katharine is is not a more uncomfortable and unprepossessing not one of your sort.”

age than “sweet sixteen.” The character and The first speaker tossed her head. 6. That is manners are usually alike unformed—the gracea double-edged compliment. Pray, Mr. Hugh ful frankness of childhood is lost, and the calm Ogilvie, for which of your cousins do you mean dignity of womanhood is not yet gained. Kathait?". And Miss Isabella Wursley, shaking her rine Ogilvie was exactly in this transition state, multitudinous ringlets, looked up in his face, with regard to both mind and person. She had with what she doubtless thought, a most be- outgrown the roundness of early youth, and her witching air of espièglerie.

tall, thin figure, without being positively awkBut the young man turned away, quite unmoved. ward, bore a ludicrous resemblance-as the short, Her fascinations, so apparently displayed, only plump Miss Worsley often remarked-to a letvexed him. “I wish some of you children would tuce run to seed, or a hyacinth that will stretch go and fetch your cousin. Uncle and aunt Ogil-out its long, lanky leaves with an obstinate devie are quite ready; and Katharine knows her termination not to flower. This attenuated apfather will not endure to be kept waiting, even pearance was increased, by the airy evening by herself.”

dress wore-a half-mourning robe, exhibit"It is all your fault, cousin Hugh,” inter- ing her thin neck and long arms, whose slenderposed one of the smaller fry, which composed the ness caused her otherwise well-formed hands to Christmas family-party, assembled at Summer- seem somewhat disproportionate. Her features wood Park. "I feel quite sure that Katharine were regular and pleasing—but her dark, almost is staying to tie up the flowers you sent her. I sallow complexion, prevented their attracting told her how scarce they were, and how you the notice which their classical form deserved. rode over the country, all this morning, in search But the girl had one beauty, which, when she of them,” continued the wicked, long-tongued did chance to lift up her long lashes-a circumlittle imp of a boy, causing Hugh to turn very stance by no means frequent—was almost startred, and walk angrily away; and consequently ling in its effect. Katharine's eyes were magwinning an approving glance from the elder sis- nificent, of the darkest, and yet most limpid ter of all the juvenile brood—Isabella Worsley. hazel—with an iris of that clear, bluish white,

Really, Hugh, what a blessing such a cousin which gives a look of such pure brightness, as as yourself must be,” sneeringly observed the if the deep, unfathomable orbs were floating in latter, following him to the foot of the staircase, their own light. Therein lay the chief expreswhere he stood restlessly beating his heel upon sion of her face; and often, when the rest of the the stone steps. “One quite envies Katharine, features seemed perfectly in repose, these strange in having you so constantly at Summerwood. eyes were suddenly lifted up, revealing such a Why, it is better for her than possessing half-a- world of feeling, enthusiasm, passion, and tendozen brothers, isn't it now? And I dare say derness, that her whole form seemed lighted up you have never wanted your sister Eleanor at into beauty. all !"

"Come here, Katharine, and let us all have ?

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look at you," said Isabella, drawing her shrink-( name, and when the time came for the full ing cousin under the light of the hall lamp. heart of womanhood to respond to the mystic, "Well, you are dressed tolerably to-night; your universal touch, there was no answer. The hair is neat, and pretty enough.” It was, in- one holy feeling had been frittered away into a deed, very lovely, of a rich purple-black hue number of small fancies, until Isabella, now its silken, wavy masses being most gracefully fully emerged from her boarding-school romance, folded round her small head. “But, Kath- believed what her brother told her, that “a girí arine, child, what makes you so pale ? You should wait till she is asked to marry, and then ought to be delighted at going to this grand make the best match she can.”' And until this soirée; I only wish I had been invited in your desirable event happened, which, at five-andstead.”'

twenty, seemed farther than ever from her earn“So do I too. Indeed, Bella, it would have est longings, Miss Worsley amused herself by been much pleasanter for me to stay at home,” carrying on passing flirtations with every agreesaid Katharine, in a low, timid voice, whose able young man she met. mușic was at least equal to the beauty of her But while Isabella's vain and worldly mind eyes.

was thus judging by its own baser motives, the "You little simpletom to say so ! But I don't pure, unsuspicious nature of Katharine Ogilvie, believe a word,” cried Isabella.

the latter sat calmly by Hugh's side, enjoying “You may believe her or not, just as you the dreamy motion of the carriage, and not dislike, Miss Bella, nobody minds,'' answered Hugh, posed to murmur at the silence of its occurather angrily, as he drew his young cousin's pants, which gave her full liberty to indulge in arm through his own, Come, Katharine, don't thought. be frightened, I'll take care of you, and we "It is very cold," at last observed Mrs. Ogilwill manage to get through this formidable liter- vie, trying to make the most original observaary soirée together.”

tion she could, in order to rouse her husband, She clung to him with a grateful and affec- who was always exceedingly cross after his tionate look; which would certainly have once sleep-a circumstance which she naturally more roused Isabella's acrid tongue, had not wished to prevent if possible. A grunt anMr. and Mrs. Ogilvie appeared. After them swered her observation. followed a light-footed graceful girl in deep “Don't you think you will get colder than mourning. She carried a warm shawl, which ever if you go to sleep, Mr. Ogilvie ?" pursued she wrapped closely round Katharine.

the lady “ There's a good thoughtful little Nelly," Pray suffer me to decide that,” answered said Hugh, admiringly, while Katharine turned he. "It was very foolish of us to go to this round with a quick impulse and kissed her. party, all the way to London, on such a wintry But she did not say a word, except, “Good night. night, dear Eleanor,” for her young heart had "But, my dear, you know Katharine must be fluttered strangely throughout all this evening. brought out some time or other, and Mrs. LanHowever, there was no time to pause over caster's soirée was such an excellent opportunity doubts and trepidations, since her father was for her, since we can not have a ball at home on already calling from the carriage, and thither she account of Sir James. Mrs. Lancaster knows was herself hurried by Hugh, with an anxious all the scientific and literary world—her parties care and tenderness that still further excited are most brilliant-it is a first-rate introduction Isabella's envious indignation.

for a girl.” “It is a fine thing to be an only daughter, Poor Katharine felt her timidity come over and an heiress,” thought she. “But one can her with added painfulness, and she heartily easily see how the case will end. Hugh thinks, wished herself on the ottoman at her grandof course, that he may as well get the estate father's feet, instead of on her way to this ter. with the title, and uncle Ogilvie will be glad rible ordeal. But Hugh gave her hand an en. enough to keep both in the family, even if Hugh couraging pressure, and she felt comforted. Se is not quite so rich as Cræsus. I wonder how she listened patiently to her mother's enumera. much money old Sir James will leave him, tion of all the celebrated people she would be though. Any how, it is a good match for a lit- sure to meet. After which the good lady, optle ugly thing like Katharine. But the husband pressed by her somnolent husband's example, she gets will make matters even, for Hugh leaned her head back, so as not to disarrange Ogilvie is a common-place, stupid bore. I her elegant tiara, and fell asleep in a few min. would not have married him for the world."

Miss Worsley's anger had probably affected The carriage rolled through the unfrequenther memory, since she came to pay this visit to ed reads which mark the environs of the metropher maternal grand-father, with the firm de- olis. Katharine sat watching the light which termination so to " play her cards” as regarded the carriage-lamps threw as they passed, illuHugh, that on her departure she might have mining for a moment the formal, leafless hedges, the certainty of one day revisiting Summer- until every trace of rurality was lost in the wood as its future mistress.

purely suburban character of the villa-studded Let us--thinking of the fearful number of her road. The young girl's vision, and the most class which slur and degrade the pure ideal of outward fold of her thoughts, received all these womanhood-look mournfully on this girl. She things, but her inner mind was all the while rehad grown wise too soon-wise in the world's volving widely different matters, and chiefly, evil sense. With her, love had been regarded this unseen world of society, about which sho alternately as a light jest and a sentimental pre- had formed various romantic ideas, the pretense, at an age when she could not understand its dominant one being, that it was a brilliant dazcharacter, and ought scarcely to have heard its zling compound of the scenes described in Bul

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wer's "Godolphin," and Mrs. Gore's novels, real world, of which she knew nothing. No passim.

wonder that she was silent and disposed to It is hardly possible to imagine a girl more muse. utterly ignorant of the realities of life than was “Wake up, little cousin of mine ; what are Katharine Ogilvie at sixteen. Delicate health you thinking about ?'' said Hugh, suddenly, after had made her childhood solitary, and though an interval of patience-waiting. fortune had bestowed on her such troops of Katharine started, and her reverie was broken. cousin-playfellows, she had known little of any The painful consciousness that Hugh might of them except Hugh and his sister. She had smile at her for having been “in the clouds,” seen nothing of society, or of the amusements as he called these fits of abstraction, made the of life, for her quiet, retired parents rarely color rise rapidly in her cheek. mingled in the world. Mr. and Mrs. Ogilvie “What made you imagine I was thinking at were a pattern couple for individual excellence all ?” she answered. and mutual observance of matrimonial proprie- “Merely because we have been perfectly ties. United in middle life, their existence silent for the last hour,” answered Hugh, in a flowed on in a placid stream deep, silent, un- tone far gentler than he ever used to Isabella, troubled; their affection toward each other, and so that your papa and mamma have had time toward their only child, being rather passive to fall comfortably asleep, and I have grown than active, and though steady, very undemon- quite weary and cross, through not having the strative. So Katharine, whom nature had cast pleasant talk that we promised ourselves this in a different mold, became, as the confiding morning.” and clinging helplessness of childhood departed, “Dear Hugh! it was very stupid of me." more and more shut up within herself-looking “Not at all, dear Katharine,” Hugh answertop herself alone for amusement, seeking no ed, echoing the adjective with an emphasis that sharer either in her pleasures or in her cares, deepened its meaning considerably." “ Not at A life like this sometimes educes strength and all-if you will tell me now what occupied your originality of character, but more often causes thoughts so much." a morbidness of feeling, which contents itself But Katharine, sincere as was her affection throughout existence with dreaming, not acting: for her cousin, felt conscious that he would not Or if, indeed, the soul's long-restrained and understand one-half of the fanciful ideas which passionate emotions do break out, it is with a ter- had passed through her brain during that long rible flood that sweeps away all before it. Kath- interval of silence. So her reply was the usnal arine was by no means sentimental, for the term compromise-one which people adopt in such implies affectation, of which no trace had ever cases. marred her pure nature. But her whole char- "I was thinking of several things; among aoter was imbued with the wildest, deepest others, of Mrs. Lancaster's party." romance--the romance which comes instinctive- Hugh looked rather annoyed. “I thought ly to a finely-constituted mind, left to form its you did not wish to go, and would much rather own ideal of what is good and true. Her soli- have been left at home.” tary childhood had created an imaginary world, “Yes, at the last, and yet all this fortnight I in which she lived and moved, side by side with have been longing for the day. Hugh, did you its inhabitants. These were the heroes and ever feel what it is to wish for any thing, and heroines of the books she had read -- a most dream of it, and wonder about it, until when the heterogeneous mass of literature, and of her time came you grew positively frightened, and own fanciful dreams.

One thing only was almost wished that something would happen to wanting to crown her romance. Though she frustrate your first desire ?" had actually wasted sixteen years, the full time "Was this what made you so timid then ?" allowed for its ultimation in girlhood, Katharine 6. Perhaps so-I hardly know. I enjoyed the had never even fancied herself “in love”-ex- anticipation very much until, from thinking of cept with Zanoni. A few vague day-dreams all the wonderful people I should meet, I began and nightly fancies had of late floated over her to think about myself

. It is a bad thing to spirit, causing her to yearn for some companion think too much about oneself, Hugh—is it not ?'' higher and nobler than any she had yet known; Hugh assented abstractedly. It always gave one on whom she might expend, not merely her him much more pleasure to hear Katharine talk warm home-affections, already fully bestowed than to talk himself; and besides his conversaon her parents and Hugh, but the love of her tion was rarely either rapid or brilliant. soul, the worship of heart and intellect com- Katharine went on. bined. And she had of late tried to fulfill this " It was, after all, very vain and foolish of me, longing, by changing her ideal hero for a real to fancy that any one should meet to-night human being, that young poet, whose life was would notice me in the least. And so I have itself a poem-Keats. His likeness, which now come to the determination not to think Katharine had hung up in her room, haunted about mysdf or my imperfections, but to enjoy her perpetually, and many a time she sat watch this evening as much as possible. ing that face with its dreamy eyes, passion- Hugh, what great people are we likely to see ?| quivering lips, and wavy hair, until she felt for " There is the Countess of A- and Lord this embodiment of the beautiful poet-soul, now William B- and Sir Vivian gone from earth, a sensation very like that love Hugh, naming a few of the minor lights of the of which she had read, that strange, delicious aristocracy, who lend their feeble radiance to secret which was to her as yet only a name. middle-class réunions.

And thus, half a woman and half a child, “I do not call these 'great people,'" anKatharine Ogilvie was about to pass out of her swered Katharine, in a tone of disappointment. ideal world, so familiar and so dear, into the “ They are not my heroes and heroines. I want

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to see great writers, great poets, great paint- tainly not pretty, nor young, except in her attire; ers," she continued, with an energy that made but, nevertheless, graceful, from her extreme Hugh open his great blue eyes to their utrr ist smallness and delicacy of figure; nor was there width.

any thing outré in her appearance, except a pe“Well, well, my little enthusiast, you will see culiar style of head-dress, which set off the shape plenty of that sort of people too.”

of her face to much advantage. This face was “ That sort of people," repeated Katharine, not remarkable for an intellectual expression, in a low tone, and she shrank into herself, though the features evidently perpetually struga and was silent for five minutes. A feeling led to attain one. Still in spite of her semi-wild of passing vexation, even toward Hugh, op: glances, compressed lips, and fixed attitudes, pressed her, until a chance movement wafted Mrs. Lancaster never could succeed in appearing toward her the perfume of her flowers--the a genius, but was merely an agreeable-looking, flowers to procure which, he had ridden for stylish little lady. miles over the country—that rainy morning: In that character, Katharine was not in the A trifle sways one's feelings sometimes: and least afraid of her. 'Infinitely relieved, she felt Katharine's at once turned toward Hugh, with the light touch of the jeweled fingers, and listenan almost contrite acknowledgment of his ed to the blandest and best-modulated welcome kind nature. She sought an opportunity to that female lips could utter, until the girl's preremove any painful impression her sudden silence vailing sentiments were those of intense relief, might have given him.

deep admiration, and undying gratitude, toward Well, here we are, almost at our journey's Mrs. Lancaster. end, and papa and mamma are still asleep. We Immediately afterward, a tall

, thin, pale young shall have very little more time for our talk, man, who stood behind the lady, timidly and Hugh-so make haste, and tell me what occu- silently shook hands with Katharine's parents, pied your thoughts, during that long hour of si- and then, to her infinite surprise, with herlence ?"

self. “Not now, dear Katharine, not now !" said “Who is that gentleman ? I don't know him," her cousin, in a tone so low and hurried, that said Katharine, in a whisper, to Hugh. Katharine would have been compelled to repeat did not mamma introduce me and why did he the question, had not the carriage stopped, and not speak ?”. the sudden waking of the elders produced a “Oh! it is only Mr. Lancaster, Mrs. Lancas. change in the state of affairs.

ter's husband," answered Hugh, with a scarcely perceptible smile.

“He rarely speaks to any body, and nobody minds him at all."

“How very odd,” thought Katharine, whose CHAPTER II.

idea of a husband—when the subject did occupy Meanwhile the day sinks fast, the sun

her mind—was some noble being, to whom the And in the lighted hall the guests are met.

wife could look up with reverent admiration, who On frozen hearts the fury rain of wine

was always to take the lead in society, she fol. Falls, and the dew of music, more divine, Tempers the deep emotions of the time. .

lowing after like a loving shadow-but still only a

shadow-of himself. Katharine watched Mrs. How many meet who never yet have met, To part too soon, but never to forget;

Lancaster, as she flitted about here and there, all But life's familiar vail was now withdrawn, smiles and conversation, while the silent husband As the world leaps before an earthquake's dawn. retreated to a corner; and she thought once

more, how very strange it was. She expressed BEFORE Katharine had time once more to as much to Hugh, when, after great difficulty, grow terrified at the sudden realization of her they at last found a seat, and talked together in ideal of the world, she found herself in the brill- that deep quietude which is nowhere greater iant drawing-rooms of Mrs. Lancaster, follow- than in a crowded assembly of strangers. ing in the wake of her stately parents, and cling- But Hugh did not seem at all surprised; he ing, with desperate energy, to the arm of her had not known the Lancasters long, he said; cousin Hugh. Her eyes, dazzled and pained by but he believed they were a very happy couple. the sudden transition from darkness to light, saw Mrs. Lancaster was a very superior woman, and only a moving mass of gay attire, which she was perhaps that was the reason she took the lead, utterly unable to individualize. Her ear was rather than her husband. bewildered by that scarcely suppressed din of My husband shall never be a man inferior to many voices, which makes literary conversazioni myself; he shall be one whom I can worship; in general a sort of polite Babel. Indeed, the reverence, look up to, in every thing,” said young girl's outward organs of observation were Katharine, while her eye dilated, and her cheek for the time, quite dazzled; and she only awoke glowed with earnestness. But when she caught to life on hearing her mother say

Hugh's look fixed upon her with intense astonish“Mrs. Lancaster, allow me to introduce to ment, deepened by an expression then quite inyou my daughter, Katharine.”

explicable to her, Katharine suddenly felt conNow, ever since Mrs. Ogilvie had discovered scious that she had said something wrong, and an old schoolfellow in the celebrated Mrs. Lan- shrank abashed into her corner. She was not caster, Katharine had heard continually of the disturbed, for Hugh did not answer a word, but lady in question. Every one talked of her as a once or twice she fancied she heard him sigh. "clever

woman, ,"_"a blue,”—an extraordinary heavily. creature-a woman of mind; and, somehow, the “Ah, poor Hugh!" thought Katharine," he girl had pictured to herself a tall, masculine, imagines his wild cousin will never amend. loud-voiced dame. Therefore, she was agreea- And yet, I only spoke what I thought. I must bly surprised, at seeing before her a lady-cer- | not do that any more. Perhaps my thoughts

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