"My father, I fear, is deeply prejudiced, and that, in one of his charitable and kindly feelings, would tell against him." "My master has been imposed on by false tales, my dear young lady; do not let them do so on you," said the good woman, with an eagerness which almost surprised her young companion.

"I am quite convinced he has some secret enemy in the parish, I am pretty certain who it is; and I do not despair one day of exposing all his schemes, and proving Mr.Myrvin is as well disposed and excellent a young man as any in the parish.

I know who the villain is in this case, and my master shall know it too, one day." Emmeline struggled to subdue the entreaty that was bursting from her lips, but entirely she could not, and seizing the widow's hand, she exclaimed, in a low agitated voice-- "Do so; oh, proclaim the falsehood, the cruelty of these reports, and I--I mean Arthur--Mr.Myrvin will bless you.

It is so cruel, in such early youth, to have one's character defamed, and he has only that on which to rest; tell me, promise me you will not forget this determination." "To the very best of my ability, Miss Emmeline, I promise you," replied Mrs.Langford, more and more confirmed in her suspicions.

"But do not excite yourself so much, dear heart.