spares the young,
the beautiful, the innocent. Beatrice was loved by every one at
Northbury, but the inhabitants of this good, old-fashioned little town
would have been immaculate had they not said evil things of her now.

Sides were taken on the occasion, and the people of the town divided
themselves pretty equally, and in an incredibly short time started a
fierce sort of civil war. The "Beatricites," and the "Hartites," they
were called, and the war of tongues between them became so fierce that
long before Saturday night one party would not speak to another.

Mrs. Bell was at the head of the Hartites, and Mrs. Butler was the
general of the Beatrice army.

Mrs. Bell spoke in the following terms of the girl who had hitherto been
everybody's favorite:

"Ah, she's a deep one, is Beatrice Meadowsweet. You never know what
those quiet ones are till they are tried. I spoke to her, I warned her,
but she wouldn't listen. 'Beatrice,' I said, that young man cares no
more for you than he does for the blackberries on the hedges. Beatrice,
that young man's affections are given elsewhere.' Heed me, would she?
No, not she. But follow him she would, follow him from place to place,
out on the water in her boat, and at the Hector's garden party until it
was disgraceful to see. It's my firm belief she popped the question
herself, and we all know what followed. Poor Captain Bertram gave in for
a time, thinking of her fortune, which is none so great, if rumors are
correct, but love her, no, not he. Why, over and over and over he has
said as much to my child, Matty. Matty was stiff to him, I'll say that;
he was an audacious flirt, and he tried hard to bring Matty into a
scrape too, but would she encourage him? No, though she was persecuted
by his attentions, and now what's the result? Matty is honorably engaged
to a man who is a Bayard for knightliness, and that poor Beatrice is
jilted. Was she in hysterics in my house? Well, it isn't for me to say.
Did she go down on her knees to Captain Bertram, and wring his hand, and
kiss it and beg of him not to forsake her, with the tears streaming like
rain down her cheeks, and implore of him to give up his true love, who
was in a dead faint before their two eyes, and to be true to her who had
given her heart to him, neighbor, did these things happen in this very
house? You ask me that question, neighbor, and I say, answer it I won't,
for I'm a woman, and I have known that unfortunate, misguided g