en shores of
Tennessee."

"I am older and graver now, Winnie; besides, I often think of our dear
mother, sleeping there in death's embrace, and of our being orphans in
the wide world."

"O, it is very sad, brother!" said the young girl, bursting into tears.

"Do not weep so bitterly," said Wayland, endeavoring to soothe her
grief; "you said there were two things you did not like. I have
dispensed with one; now tell me the other."

"O, never mind that now!" said Winnie, quickly; "assist me in my Algebra
lesson, there's a good brother."

"Yes, after you have told me what I have asked."

"Well, it is a foolish thing, you will say. You know Jack Camford?"

"Yes; do you?" inquired Wayland in surprise.

"He comes to our school this term," said Winnie, demurely.

"And he is the other thing you do not like, is he?"

"Why, no, brother; he is not a thing, is he?"

"Well, perhaps not; but what is it you do not like?"

"Why, I don't like to have the girls tease me, and say he comes to our
school just to see me," said Winnie, averting her face.

Wayland's brow darkened at these words, and he was some time silent.

"Are you angry, brother?" asked Winnie at length.

"No, Winnie, not angry, but pained. My sister, this young Camford is not
a fit person for you to associate with."

"Why not?" exclaimed Winnie.

Wayland gazed in her face, and felt it was time to speak. "Winnie, would
you have for a friend the son of a man who robbed your father of his
fortune and hurried him into the grave?"

She was silent. "Adieu now, sister," continued Wayland, "I will call and
see you to-morrow evening," and with a tender kiss on the soft cheek, he
left her in her first young, girlish love-sorrow. Bitterly she charged
him with cold, unfeeling cruelty; for she intuitively perceived the
drift of those few words. "But was her poor Jack to suffer for his
father's errors? No; thrice no! and she longed to lay her head on his
bosom and tell him all her sorrows, for he was not stern and cruel, like
brother Wayland. No, he loved her dearly, as she loved him."

* * *

"Thunder and Mars! what's to pay now, I wonder?" exclaimed Esq. Camford,
rushing pell-mell into the dining room, where his family were assembled
at breakfast, and throwing his delicate wife into hysterics.

"O, Thisbe! run for the nerve-reviver," shrieked Mrs. Camford. "O,
Adolphus! why will you not regard my tremulous nerves, and no