She went on till she came in sight of the little mill: and presently, above the noise of the brook, could hear the saw going."

QUEECHY,

He came to meet her, and welcomed her with a smile, that coming upon this feeling set Fleda's heart a-quivering. Hugh's smile was always one of very great sweetness, though never unshadowed; there was often something ethereal in its pure gentleness. This time it seemed even sweeter than usual; but though not sadder, perhaps less sad, Fleda could hardly command herself to reply to it. She could not at the moment speak; her eye glanced at his open book.

Yes, it rests me," he said, answering her.

"Rests you, dear Hugh!"

He smiled again. Here is somebody else that wants resting, I am afraid,” said he, placing her gently on the log; and before she had found anything to say, he went off again to his machinery. Fleda sat looking at him, and trying to clear her bosom of its thick breathing.

"What has brought you up here through the hot sun ?" said he, coming back after he had stopped the saw, and sitting down beside her.

Fleda's lip moved nervously, and her eye shunned meeting his. Softly pushing back the wet hair from his temples, she said

"I had one of my fits of doing nothing at home-I didn't feel very bright, and thought perhaps you didn't-so, on the principle that two negatives make an affirmative"I feel bright," said Hugh, gently.

Fleda's eye came down to his, which was steady and clear as the reflection of the sky in Deepwater lake-and then hers fell lower.

"Why don't you, dear Fleda ?"

"I believe I am a little tired," Fleda said, trying, but in vain, to command herself and look up-“and there are states of body when anything almost is enough to depress one."

"And what depresses you now?" said he, very steadily and quietly.

Oh-I was feeling a little down about things in general," said Fleda, in a choked voice, trying to throw off her load with a long breath; "it's because I am tired, I suppose

"I felt so too, a little while ago," said Hugh. "But I have concluded to give all that up, Fleda."

Fleda looked at him. Her eyes were swimming full, but his were clear and gentle as ever, only glistening a little in sympathy with hers.

"I thought all was going wrong with us," he went on. "But I found it was only I that was wrong; and since that, I have been quite happy, Fleda."

Fleda could not speak to him; his words made her pain

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"I told you this rested me," said he, reaching across her for his book; and now I am never weary long. Shall I rest you with it? What have you been troubling yourself about to-day?" She did not answer while he was turning over the leaves, and he then said,

"Do you remember this, Fleda—'Truly God is good to Israel, even to them that are of a clean heart.""

Fleda bent her head down upon her hands.

"I was moody and restless the other day," said Hugh; "desponding of everything; and I came upon this psalm; and it made me ashamed of myself. I had been disbelieving it; and because I could not see how things were going to work good, I thought they were going to work evil. I thought we were wearing out our lives alone here in a wearisome way, and I forgot that it must be the very straightest way that we could get home. I am sure we shall not want anything that will do us good; and the rest I am willing to want-and so are you, Fleda ?"

Fleda squeezed his hand-that was all. For a minute he was siient, and then went on, without any change of tone.

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"I had a notion, awhile ago, that I should like if it were possible for me to go to college; but I am quite satisfied now. have good time and opportunity to furnish myself with a better kind of knowledge, that I shall want where college learning wouldn't be of much use to me; and I can do it, I dare say, better here in this mill, than if we had stayed in New York, and I had lived in our favourite library."

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But, dear Hugh," said Fleda, who did not like this speech in any sense of it; the two things do not clash! The better man, the better Christian always, other things being equal. The more precious kind of knowledge should not make one undervalue the less ?"

"No," he said; but the extreme quietness and simplicity of his reply smote Fleda's fears ; it answered her words and waved her thought. She dared not press him further. She sat looking over the road with an aching heart.

"You haven't taken enough of my medicine," said Hugh, smiling. "Listen, Fleda-' All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.' But that made Fleda cry again.

"All his paths,' Fleda; then, whatever may happen to you, and whatever may happen to me, or to any of us, I can trust him. I am willing any one should have the world, If I may

ve what Abraham had-'fear not; I am thy shield and thy

exceeding great reward;'-and I believe I shall, Fleda; for it is not the hungry that he has threatened to send empty away." Fleda could say nothing, and Hugh just then said no more. For a little while, near and busy as thoughts might be, tongues were silent. Fleda was crying quietly, the utmost she could do being to keep it quiet; Hugh, more quietly, was considering again the strong pillars on which he had laid his hope, and trying their strength and beauty, till all other things were to him as the mist rolling off from the valley is to the man planted on a watch-tower.

His meditations were interrupted by the tramp of horse; and a party of riders, male and female, came past them up the hill. Hugh looked on as they went by; Fleda's head was not raised. “There are some people enjoying themselves,” said Hugh. After all, dear Fleda, we should be very sorry to change places with those gay riders. I would not, for a thousand worlds, give my hope and treasure for all other they can possibly have in possession or prospect.”

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No, indeed!" said Fleda, energetically, and trying to rouse herself" and, besides that, Hugh, we have, as it is, a great deal more to enjoy than most other people. We are so

happy

In each other, she was going to say, but the words choked her.

"Those people looked very hard at us, or at one of us,” said Hugh. "It must have been you, I think, Fleda."

They are welcome," said Fleda; "they couldn't have made much out of the back of my sun-bonnet."

66 'Well, dear Fleda, I must content myself with little more than looking at you now, for Mr. Winegar is in a hurry for his timber to be sawn, and I must set this noisy concern a-going again."

Fleda sat and watched him, with rising and falling hopes and fears, forcing her lips to a smile when he came near her, and hiding her tears at other times; till the shadows stretching well to the east of the meridian, admonished her she had been there long enough; and she left him still going backward and forward tending the saw.

As she went down the hill, she pressed involuntarily her hands upon her heart, for the dull heavy pain there. But that was no plaster for it; and when she got to the bridge the soft singing of the little brook was just enough to shake her spirits from the doubtful poise they had kept. Giving one hasty glance along the road and up the hill, to make sure that no one was near, she sat down on a stone in the edge of the woods, and indulged in such weeping as her gentle eyes rarely knew;

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