lds the keys of
the future, the other unlocks the treasures of the past. When we cease
to hope, memory may cease to recall what were once the offsprings of
hope. Both accompany us through life, and will, I believe, survive the
grave."

"And will you allow me, Juliet, to entertain the blessed hope--?"

At this moment the lovers were interrupted by the eternal old pest, as
Godfrey very unceremoniously called Miss Dorothy.

"Really, Miss Whitmore, I wonder at your standing out here, in the damp
night air, without your shawl and bonnet, and the dew falling so fast. I
wish you would learn a little more prudence; it would save me a great
deal of trouble."

"Alas," whispered Juliet, as Anthony led her back into the drawing-room,
"how quickly the vulgarity of common-place banishes the beauty of the
ideal!"

The intimacy of the two families now became a matter of daily
occurrence. Captain Whitmore who had always coveted a son of his own,
was delighted with the society of the handsome intelligent young men.
They were fine lads! very fine lads! He really did not know which to
prefer. Juliet's choice would decide his, for the old man soon
discovered that his daughter was the great attraction that drew the
young men to the Lodge. Perhaps, had he been questioned closely on the
subject, the old veteran would have acknowledged that he preferred
Godfrey. He possessed more life and spirit than his quiet cousin; had
more wit; was more lively and amusing. He loved hunting and fishing;
played well at chess and draughts; and sang a good song. His face was
always smiling and joyous; his brow never wore the cloud of care, the
pensive earnest expression of refined thought which was so apparent in
his cousin. Godfrey made the room glad with his gay hearty laugh. He was
the life and soul of the convivial board, and prince of good fellows. A
woman must be happy with such a handsome good-natured husband, and the
Captain hoped that his dear Julee would be the wife of his favorite.

Hearts understood hearts better. Godfrey Hurdlestone was not the man who
could make Juliet Whitmore happy. There existed no sympathy between
them. The one was all soul, the other a mere animal in the fullest sense
of the word; living but for animal enjoyment, and unable to comprehend
the refined taste and exquisite sensibilities that belong to higher
natures. Yet he loved music, had a fine ear and a fine voice, and
exercised both with considerable skill. Here Julie