the railway.

The paper had better be again consulted for accurate account of the
confetti pelting and other customary happenings that took place at the
station. These details, and the real greatness of Dawn's match, and
her aristocratic relatives, who, as often suspected, had not proved to
be only a myth, were the chief theme of conversation for many days.

All the engines in the sheds at the time, and whose music had lulled
me to sleep o' nights, blew the bride a royal fanfare as she entered
her first, _engaged_, and further cock-a-doodled "good luck" as the
train steamed out.

Most keenly of all I remember that it was piteously lonely, and as
dreary as though the sun had lost its power, when the panting engine
had climbed the hill from the sleepy little town, and dropped out of
hearing on the down grade from the old valley of ripening peach and
apricot, bearing the girl for ever away from the slow, meandering
grooves of life of which her vigorous young soul was weary.

A meeting of the municipal council claimed Uncle Jake that night,
Andrew went over to discuss the situation with Jack Bray, and the
loneliness of the old dining-room was insupportable to grandma and me.
Joy and beauty seemed to have fled from the scented nights beside the
river,--even the whistle and rush of the trains breathed a forlorn
note to my bereaved fancy, and there was a tear in grandma's eye as
she said--

"Well, she's really gone for altogether--she that I helped into the
world and rared with my own hand, and named after the Dawn in which
she came. That's the order of life. It's always the same--you can't
keep any one for always. I couldn't abear it here now--it seems as if
everything in life was done, and there's no need for me to stay if
Ernest puts Andrew in the way of this electrical engineerin' he's so
mad for. Jake can board somewhere. He don't care about things so much.
I'll go to Dawn: thank God she wants me, an' I've got plenty to take
me away if she gets tired of me, as young folks often do of the old,
and which is only natural after all. I can let or sell the place, an'
w'en I'm gone it will be enough for Dawn if ever she's threw on the
world like I was. Everythink seems fair with her now, but this is a
life of ups an' downs, and there's no tellin' what may happen."

L'ENVOI.

What interest can there be in the play after the knight has settled
affairs with the lady, or in the story-book when the heroine and hero
h