days. I sometimes
think their pupils dilate on purpose to let my consciousness glide
through them; indeed, I dread them, I come so close to the nerve of the
soul itself in these momentary intimacies. You used to tell me I was a
Turk,--that my heart was full of pigeon-holes, with accommodations inside
for a whole flock of doves. I don't know but I am still as Youngish as
ever in my ways,--Brigham-Youngish, I mean; at any rate, T. always want
to give a little love to all the poor things that cannot have a whole man
to themselves. If they would only be contented with a little!

Here now are two girls in this school where I am teaching. One of them,
Rosa M., is not more than sixteen years old, I think they say; but Nature
has forced her into a tropical luxuriance of beauty, as if it were July
with her, instead of May. I suppose it is all natural enough that this
girl should like a young man's attention, even if he were a grave
schoolmaster; but the eloquence of this young thing's look is
unmistakable,--and yet she does not know the language it is
talking,--they none of them do; and there is where a good many poor
creatures of our good-for-nothing sex are mistaken. There is no danger
of my being rash, but I think this girl will cost somebody his life yet.
She is one of those women men make a quarrel about and fight to the death
for,--the old feral instinct, you know.

Pray, don't think I am lost in conceit, but there is another girl here
who I begin to think looks with a certain kindness on me. Her name is
Elsie V., and she is the only daughter and heiress of an old family in
this place. She is a portentous and almost fearful creature. If I
should tell you all I know and half of what I fancy about her, you would
tell me to get my life insured at once. Yet she is the most painfully
interesting being,--so handsome! so lonely!--for she has no friends
among the girls, and sits apart from them,--with black hair like the
flow of a mountain-brook after a thaw, with a low-browed, scowling beauty
of face, and such eyes as were never seen before, I really believe, in
any human creature.

Philip, I don't know what to say about this Elsie. There is something
about her I have not fathomed. I have conjectures which I could not
utter to any living soul. I dare not even hint the possibilities which
have suggested themselves to me. This I will say, that I do take the
most intense interest in this young person, an interest mu