him feel in her private
conversations with him that the world and its ways and maxims were still
her own guide and standard.

Amos could see this more or less, and he deeply deplored it; but he
trusted still that prayer, patience, and perseverance would yet bring
his beloved brother and restored sister to look at duty and wisdom in
the light of God's Word. And Walter gave him at times much
encouragement. He could no longer despise Amos, nor pride himself in
his own superiority to him. The beauty of his elder brother's
character, the nobleness of his aims, the singleness of eye that was
manifest in him, his unselfishness and patience, these traits had won
the unfeigned admiration of Walter, an admiration which he was too
generous not to acknowledge. But yet, all the while, he rather fretted
under Amos's rigid consistency, remarking to his sister that really it
was a bit of a bondage to have to be always so very good, and that one
must not be so over-particular if one was to get on with people who were
not yet exactly angels. But still, he was vexed with himself when he
had made such observations, and resolved in his heart to be more
circumspect for the future.

When Julia Vivian had been some weeks in her old home, Walter exclaimed
one morning as they were sitting at breakfast, "What do you think?
Gregson is getting up a raffle for his beautiful mare Rosebud."

"Indeed," said his father, "how comes that? I thought the young man had
only had her a short time."

"Why, father," replied Walter, "I imagine the fact is that Gregson's
purse is getting worn into a hole or two."

"I understood," remarked Miss Huntingdon, "that his father was a very
wealthy man, and allowed his son, as you used to put it, no end of
money."

"True, aunt; but I think he has been betting and losing pretty heavily
lately, and finds he must pull up a bit."

"And so he is going to part with his mare by raffle," said the squire;
"pray what does he want for her?"

"Oh, a hundred guineas--and very cheap, too. Will you put in, father?"

"Not I, my boy; I cannot say that I am very fond of these raffles."

"Well, Amos," said Walter, turning to his brother, "what does your
worship say?"

Amos shook his head.

"Nay, don't be ill-natured," said the other. "It's a guinea a ticket:
I'll take one, and you can take one, and if I win I'll pay you back your
guinea, for then I shall get a horse worth a hundred guineas for two
guineas; and if _yo