expectancy about him ontwardfy. I mast
know to-morrow."

" I do wish you were sleepy, or to-morrow
will be telling tales: I would not have that
dear child think we have been talking about
him."

^ It is the last thing he would ssipect. I
will be sleepy this moment."

And the oright blue eyes were closed ; but
long after those dark lifhts of her own were
folded, and the breath dept on her lips, did
the father of Sarona wake and watcn with
keenest tenderness the head upon his breast.
Dreaming of the past, dreammg of the fu-
ture, and dividing the two breadths of time
by that perpetual present, which, to a brain
'like his, perhaps, is more than either: for
with every moment grew the consciousness
more steady, that the suffering of the soul he
contemplated, but for him would have never
been. Few parents thus can mnse ; for of
those whose offspring are the own of love,
how few discern, so as to distinguish that
which in their oiSspring difiers fi^ them-
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CHAPTER XXVin.
JOHK SARONA.
At breakfast next morning, where all met,
Salome proposed a drive to her mother ; who
generally left all her purchases, private or
domestic, to be made when she came to X.
