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Episode Date: November 14, 2023

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley audiobook. Genre: family In Elsie's New Relations, Martha Finley returns to the warm, principled world of Ion, where Elsie Travilla has stepped into a new season of life as the steady heart of an expanding family. As summer at the seaside ends and the households settle back at Ion, the story shifts to the next generation and the challenges that come with blending families, raising children, and living out faith in everyday trials. Violet Raymond is learning to be a stepmother while Captain Raymond is often absent on duty, and her spirited stepchildren - especially outspoken Lulu and impressionable Max - test boundaries in ways that threaten the peace of the home. Around them, marriages and new households bring fresh joys as well as quiet insecurities, including the question of how newcomers can truly belong among close-knit relatives. Through misunderstandings, temptations, and moments of tenderness, Elsie and her loved ones face the ongoing work of guiding young hearts toward honesty, obedience, and forgiveness. Set against domestic routines, holiday gatherings, and the ever-present pull of the wider world beyond Ion, the novel offers a gentle but insistent portrait of family life shaped by conscience and Christian conviction. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:11:41) Chapter 02 (00:23:54) Chapter 03 (00:38:11) Chapter 04 (00:50:19) Chapter 05 (01:04:19) Chapter 06 (01:23:12) Chapter 07 (01:36:14) Chapter 08 (01:50:45) Chapter 09 (02:07:56) Chapter 10 (02:23:03) Chapter 11 (02:39:18) Chapter 12 (02:55:31) Chapter 13 (03:06:47) Chapter 14 (03:29:45) Chapter 15 (03:48:24) Chapter 16 (04:12:33) Chapter 17 (04:30:37) Chapter 18 (04:43:15) Chapter 19 (04:55:52) Chapter 20 (05:14:49) Chapter 21 (05:34:53) Chapter 22 (05:50:15) Chapter 23 (06:05:27) Chapter 24 (06:23:03) Chapter 25 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 1. For wiles or calm or far or near, I love thee still, thou glorious thee. Mrs. Hemans, I bless thee for kind looks and words, showered on my path like dew, for all the love in those deep eyes a gladness ever knew. Mrs. Hemans, it is late in the afternoon of a delicious October day. The woods back of the two cottages were the Dinsmore's Trevillas and Raymond's have spent the last three or four months are gorgeous with scarlet, crimson, and gold. The air from the sea is more delightful than ever.

The summer visitors to the neighboring cottages and hotels have fled, and the beach is almost deserted. As Edward and his child's wife wander slowly along it, hand in hand, their attention divided between the splendors of a magnificent sunset in the changing beauty of the sea. Yonder away in the distance, it is a pale gray. Near at hand, delicate green slowly change, to pink, each wave crested with snowy foam, into gnawn they all turn to burnish to gold.

Oh, how very beautiful! cries Zoe, in an ecstasy of delight. Edward, did you ever see anything finer? Never. Let us go down this flight of steps and seat ourselves on the next to the lowest. We will then be quite near the waves and get out of danger being left by them. He led her down as he spoke, seated her comfortably, and himself by her side with his arm around her. I have grown very fond of the sea, she remarked. i shall be sorry to leave it will not you yes and no he answered doubtfully i too am fond of the old ocean but eager to get to eye on and begin life in earnest isn't it time seeing i been a married man for nearly five months but what that sigh love "'Oh, Edward, are you not sorry you are married? "'Are you not sometimes very much ashamed of me?' she asked,

"'her cheek burning hotly in the downcast eyes filling with tears. "'Ashamed of you, Zoe? "'Why, darling, you are my heart's best treasure,' he said, "'drawing her closer to his side and touching his lips to her forehead. "'What has put so absurd an idea into your head?' "'I know so little, so very little compared with your mother and sisters,' she sighed. "'I'm finding it out more and more every day, as I hear them talk among themselves and to other people.

But you are younger than any of them, a very great deal younger than Mama, and we'll have time to catch up to them. But I'm a married woman and so can't go to school anymore. Ah, with another and very heavy sigh. I wish Papa hadn't been quite so indulgent, or that I had sense enough not to take advantage of it with the neglect of my studies.

No, I suppose it would hardly do to send you to school, even if I could spare you, which I can't. He returned laughingly. but there was a possibility of studying at home, under a governor's or tutor. What do you say to offering yourself as a pupil to grandpa? Oh, no, no! I'm sure he'd be very stern upon occasion. I've seen it in his eyes when I've made a foolish remark that he didn't approve, and I should be too frightened to learn if you were my teacher.

Then someone else must be thought of, Edward said, with a look of amusement. How would I answer? You? Oh, splendidly! You're not afraid of me. No, indeed, she cried with a merry laugh, a saucy look up into his face, and yet I'm the only person who has authority over you. Authority indeed, the little contemptuous sniff. You promised to obey, you know.

Did I? Well, maybe so, but that's just a form that doesn't really mean anything. Most any merry woman will tell you that. Do you consider the whole of your marriage vow in unmeaning form, Zoe? He asked with a sudden gravity and a look of doubt and pain in his eyes that she could not bear to see. No, no, I was only in jest, she said. dropping her eyes and blushing deeply. But really, Edward, you don't think, do you? That wives are to obey like children?

No, love I don't. And I think in a true marriage the two are so entirely one, so unselfishly desirous to please the other, that there is little or no clashing of wills. Thus far, ours has seemed such to me. How is it, do you think, little wife? I hope so, Edward, she said, laying her head on his shoulder. I know one thing, that there is nothing.

in this world I care so much for us to please you and be all and everything to you. And I can help you words for my very heart dearest, he said caressing her. I hope you are a home and happy among your new relatives. Yes indeed, Edward, especially with Mama. She is the dearest, kindest mother in the world, to me as much as to her own children, and oh, so wise and good. You are not sorry now that you and I are not to live alone, he queried with a please smile. "'No, oh no! I'm ever so glad that she is to keep house at eye on, and all of us to live together as one family.' "'Except Lester and Elsie,' he corrected, "'they will be with us for a short time, then go to Fairview for the winter, and it will probably become their home after that, as Mama will buy it, if Mr. Leland, Lester's uncle, who owns the place, carries out his intention of removing to California. His children have settled there, and, of course, the father and mother want to be with them.'

the sun had set and all the bright hues had faded from the sea leaving in a dull gray what a deserted spot this seems remarked zoie is only the other day it was gay with crowds of people nobody to be seen now but ourselves glancing up and down the coast spoke "'Ah, yes, yonder is someone sitting on that piece of rack.' "'It is Lulu Raymond,' Edward said, following the direction of her glance. "'It is late for the child to be out so far from home. "'A full mile, I should say. "'Allow would invite her to walk back with us.' "'No, you needn't,' said Zoe. "'For see, there is her father going to her,

"'but let us go home, for I must change my dress before tea.' "'And we want time to walk leisurely along,' returned Edward, "'rising and giving her his hand to help her up the steps. Lulu was reading, so absorbed in the story that she did not perceive her father's approach, and as he accosted her with, "'It is late for you to be here alone, my child. You should have come in an hour ago.' She gave a great start, and voluntarily tried to hide her book. "'What have you there?'

"'Evidently something you do not wish your father to see,' he said, bending down and taking it from her unwilling hand. "'I don't wonder,' as he hurriedly turned over a few pages. "'A dime novel. Where did you get this, Lulu?' "'It's Max's, Papa. He lent it to me. "'Oh, Papa, what made you do that?' "'As with an energetic fling, the captain suddenly sent it far out into the sea. "'Max made me promise to take care of it and give it back to him.

"'And besides, I wanted to finish the story.' "'Neither you nor Max shall ever read such poisonous stuff as that with my knowledge and consent,' replied the captain in stern accents. "'Papa, I didn't think you'd be so unkind,' grima lulu, her face expressing extreme vexation and disappointment. Or that you would throw away other people's things! Unkind, my child, he said, sitting down beside her and taking your hand in his. Suppose you had gathered a quantity of beautiful, sweet-tasting berries that I knew to be poisonous,

and you were about to eat them. Would it be unkind in me to snatch the mind of your hand and throw them into the sea? No, sir, because it would kill me to eat them, but that book couldn't kill me or even make me sick. No, not your body, but it would injure your soul, which is worth far more. I'm afraid I have been too negligent in regard to the mental food of my children. He went on after a slight pause, rather as if thinking aloud than talking to Lulu. And unfortunately I cannot take the oversight of it constantly in the future. But remember Lulu, he added firmly,

I wholly forbid dime novels, and you are not to read anything without first obtaining the approval of your father, or one of those under whose authority he has placed you. Lulu's face with full of sudden discontent and anger, Papa, she said, I don't like to obey those people. If you are wise, you will try to like what has to be, he said. It wouldn't have to be if you only say I need it, Papa. I shall not say that, Lucilla, he answered with grave displeasure. You need guidance and control even more than most children of your age,

and I should not be doing my duty if I'm not. I left you without them. I don't like to obey people there are no relation to me, she cried, viciously kicking away a little heap of sand. No, you don't even like to obey your father, he said with a sigh. Max and Gracie together do not give me half the anxiety that you do by your willful temper. Why can't I do as I please as well as grown people? She asked in a more subdued tone.

Even grown people have to obey, said her father. I am now expecting orders from the government, and must obey them when they come. I must obey my superior officers, and the officers and men under me must obey me. So must my children. God gave you to me, and requires me to train you up in his fear and service to the best of my ability. I should not be doing that if I allowed you to read such hurtful trash as that I just took from you. It was Max's Papa, and I promised to give it back. What shall I say when he asks me for it?

Tell him to come to me about it. Papa! Well, what is it? he asked, as she paused. hesitated. Please, Papa, don't punish him. You never told him not to buy or read such things, did you? No, and I think he would not have done so in defiance of a prohibition from me, so I shall not punish him.

But I am pleased that you should plead for him. I am very glad that my children all love one another." "'Indeed we do, Papa,' she said, "'and we all love you, and you love Max and Gracie very much, and—' "'And Lulu also,' he said, putting his arm around here and drawing her close. to his side, as she paused with a quivering lip and downcast eyes. "'As much as you do Max and Gracie?' she asked brokenly, hiding her face in his shoulder.

"'You said just now I was naughtier than both of them put together.' "'Yet you are my own dear child, and it is precisely because I love you so dearly that I am so distressed over your quick temper and willfulness. I fear they have not conquered they will cause great unhappiness to yourself, as well as to your friends. "'I want you to promise me, daughter, that you will try to conquer them, asking God to help you.' "'I will, Papa,' she said with an unwanted humility.

"'But, oh, I wish you were going to stay with us. It's easier to be good with you than with anybody else.' "'I'm sorry indeed that I cannot,' he said, rising and taking her hand. "'Come, we must go back to the house now.' They moved along in silence for a little. The Lulu said, with an affectionate look up into her father's face, "'Papa, I do so like to walk this way.' "'How do you mean?' he asked, smiling kindly upon her. "'With my hand in yours, Papa, you know I haven't often had the chance.'

"'No, my poor child,' he sighed. "'That is one of the deprivations to which a seaman and his family have to submit. "'Well,' said the little girl, lifting his hand to her lips, "'I'd rather have you for my father than anybody else, for all that.' At that he bent down and kissed her with a smile full of pleasure and fatherly affect. End of Chapter 1. Recording by Lily Marie. Chapter 2 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a LibraVox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Kathleen. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. By thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned. Matthew 1237. As they drew near the house, Max came to meet them. I've been to the post office since the mail came in, Papa, he said, and there was no government letter for you yet.

I am so glad. I hope they're going to let us keep you a good deal longer. I'm not sorry to prolong my stay with wife and children, the captain responded, but cannot hope to be permitted to do so very much longer. Grandpa Dinsmore has come back from taking Harold and Herbert to college, pursued Max, and we're all to take tea in there mamma vye says because grandpa wants us all about him this first evening that is kind said the captain opening the gate and looking smilingly at violet who with little grace was waiting for him on the veranda he stopped there to speak with him while lulu hurried on into the house and up to her own room max following where's my book lou he asked oh max i couldn't help it but papa caught me reading at and took it away from me, and he told me when you asked me for it, I should send you to him.

Max's face expressed both vexation and alarm. I shan't do that, he said, if I never get it. But was he very angry, Lou? No, and you needn't be afraid to go to him, for he won't punish you. I asked him not to, and he said he wouldn't, but he threw the book into the sea, and said neither you nor I should ever read such poisonous stuff with his knowledge or consent. then where would be the use of my going to him for it i'll not say a word about it he went out closed the door and stood irresolutely in the hall debating with himself whether to go upstairs or down upstairs in his room was another dime novel which he had been reading that afternoon he had not quite finished it and was eager to do so he wanted very much to know how the story ended and had meant to read the few remaining pages now before the call to tea but his father's words reported to him by lulu made it disobedience it's a very little sin whispered the tempter

as having read so much you might as well read the rest but it will be disobeying willfully the kind father who forgave a heedless act of disobedience not very long ago said conscience the dear father who must soon leave you to be gone no one knows how long perhaps never to come back just then the captain came quickly up the stairs ah max are you there he said in a cheery tone then laying his hand affectionately on the boy's shoulder come in here with me my son my son son i want to have a little talk with you while i make my toilet yes sir said max following him into the dressing-room what have you been reading to-day asked the captain throwing off his coat pouring water into the basin from the pitcher and beginning his ablutions max hung his head in silence till the question was repeated then stammered out the title of the book the perusal of which he was so desirous to finish where did you get it asked the father i bought it at a newsstand papa you must not buy anything more of that kind max you must not read any such trash i will not again papa i should not this time if you had ever forbidden me before no i don't believe you would be guilty a willful disobedience to any positive command of your father the captain said in a grave but kindly tone and yet i think you suspected i would not approve else why were you so unwilling to tell me what you had been reading he was standing before the bureau now hair-brush in hand and as he spoke he paused in his work and gazed searchingly at his son max's face flushed hotly and his eyes drooped for a moment then looking up into his father's face he said frankly yes papa i believe i was afraid you would take the book from me if you saw it i deserve that you should be angry with me for that and for lending one to lou i am displeased with you on both accounts the captain replied but i shall overlook it this time my son hoping there will be no repetition of either offence

now go to your room gather up all the doubtful reading matter you have and bring it here to me i shall not go with you but trust your honor to keep nothing back oh thank you papa for trusting me cried max his countenance brightening wonderfully and he hastened away to do his father's bidding just the dearest kindest father that ever was he said to himself as he bounded up the stairs i'll never do anything again to vex him if i can help it he was down again in a moment with two dime novels and a story paper of the same stamp the captain had finished his toilet seating himself he took what max had brought and glancing hastily over it how much of this trash have you read max he asked the paper in most of one book book papa i'll not read any more such since you've forbidden me but they're very interesting papa i dare say to a boy of your age but you don't think i would want to deprive you of any innocent pleasure max no sir oh no but may i know why you won't let me read such stories yes it is because they give false views of life and thus lead to wrong and foolish actions why max some boys have been made burglars and highwaymen by such stories i want you to be a reader but of good and wholesome literature books that will give you useful information and good moral teachings above all things my son i would have you a student of the bible the holy scriptures which are able to make you wise on to salvation through faith which is in jesus christ do you read it often max not very papa but you know i hear you read it every morning and evening yes but i have sometimes been grieved to see that you paid very little attention Max colored at that.

Papa, I will try to do better, he said. I hope you will, said his father. You will enjoy the same religious advantages at Ion. And, my boy, try to profit by them, remembering that we shall have to render an account at last of the use or abuse of all our privileges. I want you to promise me that you will read a few verses of the Bible every day and commit at least one to memory.

I will, Papa. And what else shall I read? you will let me have some story-books, won't you? Mack said entreatingly. Yes, said his father, I have no objection to stories of the right sort. There are some very beautiful stories in the Bible. There are entertaining stories in history,

and there are fictitious stories that will do you good and not harm. I shall take care and future that you have plenty of wholesome mental food, so that you will have no excuse for craving such stuff as this, he added, with a glance of disgust, at what he held in his hand it may go into the kitchen fire mrs scrimp never burns the least little bit of paper papa said max indeed why not asked his father with an amused smile she says it is wicked waste because it is better than rags for the paper-makers ah well then we will tear these into bits and let them go to the paper-makers max was standing by his father's side papa he said with a roguish look into his own father's face. Don't you think you would enjoy reading them first? The captain laughed. No, my son, he said. I have not the slightest inclination to read them. Bring me that waist

basket, and you may help me tear them up. They began the work of destruction. Max taking the paper, capped in the book his son had been reading. Presently, something in it attracted his attention. He paused and glanced over several pages one after the other, till Max began to think he had become interested in the story but no at that instant he turned from it to him and max was half frightened at the sternness of his look my son he said i am astonished and deeply grieved that you could read and enjoy anything like this for it is full of profanity and reading or hearing such expressions is very likely to lead to the use of them max do you ever say such words max trembled and grew red and pale by turns but did not speak answer me was his father's stern command not often papa the captain barely caught the low-breathed words not often sometimes then he groaned covering his face with his hand oh papa don't be so grieved i'll never do it again max said in a broken voice the captain sighed deeply max he said dearly as i love my only son i would sooner lay him under the sod knowing that his soul was in heaven than have him live to be to be be a profane swearer. Bring me that Bible from the table yonder. The boy obeyed. Now turn to the 24th

chapter of Leviticus and read the 16th verse. Max read in a trembling voice, And he that blasphemeth the name of the Lord, he shall surely be put to death, and all the congregation shall certainly stone him, as well as the stranger, as he that is born in the land, when he blasphemeth the name of the lord shall he be put to death now the twenty-third said his father and moses spake to the children of israel that they should bring forth him that had cursed out of the camp and stone him with stones and the children of israel did as the lord commanded moses max had some difficulty in finishing the verse and at the end quite broke down papa he sobbed i didn't know that was in the bible i never thought about its being so dreadfully wicked to say bad words what do you now think a boy deserves who has done it again and again say as often as max raymond has asked his father i suppose to be stoned to death like that man but nobody is-you-now think a boy deserves who has done it again and again say as often as max raymond has asked his father i suppose to be stoned to death like that man but nobody is ever put to death for swearing nowadays the boy said half inquiringly not daring to look at his father as he spoke no max fortunately for you and many others but suppose you were my father and i a boy of your age and that i had been swearing what would you think you ought to do about it give you a sound flogging he answered in a low reluctant tone well max that is just what i shall have to do if i ever know you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you to you-he answered in a low reluctant tone well max that is just what i shall have to do

if i ever know you to use a profound word again said his father in a grave sad tone i should do it now but for the hope that you are sorry enough for the past to carefully avoid that sin in the future indeed i will papa he said very humbly and max resumed his father you are never to make a companion of or go at all with anybody who uses such language and never to read a book or story that has in it anything to make a good or any thing to read a book or story that has in it anything of that kind, and you are not to say by George or by anything. Our Savior says, Let your communication be yea, yea, nay, nay, for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil. My son, have you asked God to forgive you for taking his holy name in vain? No, sir. Then go at once to your room and do it. I did, Papa, Max said, when he came down again to find his father waiting for him. I trust the petition came from your heart, my son, was the grave but kind rejoiner. I must have a little more talk with you on this subject, but not now, for it is time we followed the

others into the next house, if we would not keep Grandma Rose's tea waiting. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a labor box recording. All labor vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit laborvox dot org recording mcathleen elsie's new relations by martha finley a kingdom is a nest of families and a family is a small kingdom it was a bright and cheerful scene that greeted the eyes of captain raymond and his son as they entered the parlor of the adjacent cottage it was strictly a family gathering yet the room was quite full mr dinsmore was there with his wife, his daughter Elsie, and her children, Edward and Zoe. Elsie Leland, with her husband and babe, Violet Raymond, with her husband's two little girls, Lulu and Grace. And lastly, Rosie and Walter. Everybody had a kindly greeting for the captain, and Violet's bright face grew still brighter as she made room for him on the sofa by her side.

We were beginning to wonder what was keeping you, she said. Yes, I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm i am rather behind time he returned i hope you have not delayed your tea for me mrs dinsmore no it is but just ready she said ah there's the bell please all of you walk out when the meal was over all returned to the parlor where they spent the next hour in desultory chat gracie claimed a seat on her father's knee lulu took possession of an ottoman and pushed it up as close to his side as she could then seating herself on a seat on her father's knee lulu took possession of an ottoman and pushed it up as close to his side as she could then seating herself on her side as she could then seating herself on it leaned up against him. He smiled and stroked her hair, then glanced about the room in search of Max. The boy was sitting silently in a corner, but reading an invitation in his father's eyes, he rose and came to his other side. The ladies were talking of the purchases they wish to make in Boston, New York, or Philadelphia, on their homeward route. I must get winter hats for Lulu and Gracie, said Violet. I want a bird on mine, Mamma Vai, said Lulu. A pretty

one with gay feathers. Do you know, Lulu, that they skin the poor little birds alive in order to preserve the brilliancy of their plumage? Violet said, with a troubled look, I will not wear them on that account, and as you are a kind-hearted little girl, I think you will not wish to do so either, but I do, persisted Lulu. Of course I wouldn't have a bird killed on purpose, but after they are killed, I might just as, well, have one. But do you not see, said Grandma Elsie, that if everyone would would refuse to buy them the cruel business of killing them would soon cease and that it will go on as long as people continue to buy and wear them i don't care i want one powdered lulu papa can't i have it no you cannot he said with grave displeasure i am sorry to see that you can be so heartless you can have just whatever grandma elsie and mamma vi think best for you and with that you must be content lulu was silenced but for the rest of the the evening her face wore an ugly scowl my little girl is growing sleepy the captain said presently to gracie papa will carry you over home and put you to bed lulu you may come too i don't want to papa i she began but he silenced her with a look bid good-night to our friends and come he said you also max max though surprised at the order obeyed with cheerful alacrity in strong contrast to lulu's sullen and reluctant compliance which said as plainly as words that she had as plainly as words that she had she had to-reliquered in strong contrast to lulu's sullen and reluctant compliance which said as plainly as words that she

she would rebel if she dared. I don't see why Papa makes us come away so soon, she grumbled to her brother in an undertone, as they passed from one cottage to the other. Their father, a little in advance. He must have some good reason, said Max, and I, for one, am willing enough to obey him. Seeing it such a little while, I'll have the chance.

They had now reached the veranda of their own cottage. Come in quickly out of this cold wind, children, their father said. then as he closed the outer door after them run into the parlor and get thoroughly warm before going up to your rooms he sat down by the stove with grace on his knee and bade the other two draw up close to it and him one on each side and when they had done so my three dear children he said in tender tones glancing from one to another no words can tell how much i love you will you all think very often of papa and follow him with your prayers when he is far away on the sea Oh, yes, yes, Papa, they all said with tears in their eyes. While Gracie put her small arms round his neck, Lulu rested her head on his shoulder, and Max took a hand and pressed it in both of his, Papa. You will think of us, too, he cried inquiringly. Yes, indeed, my darlings, you will never be long out of my mind,

and nothing will make me happier than to hear that you are well in doing your duty faithfully. I shall try very hard, Papa, Max said. with affectionate look and tone, if it is only to please you and make your heart glad. Thank you, my son, his father replied, but I hope a still stronger motive will be that you may please God and honor him. Never forget, my children, that though your earthly father may be far away and know nothing of your conduct, God's all-seeing eye is ever upon you. A half hour had passed very quickly and delightfully to the children when at length, seeing Gracie's eyelids begin to droop.

Their father said it was time for him to carry her up to bed. Shall we stay here till you come down again, Papa? asked Max. No, you and Lulu may go to bed now. Then good night, Papa. No, you need not bid me good night yet. The captain said, I shall see you both in your rooms before you are asleep. Well, Lou, are you sorry now that Papa made you go. come home so soon asked max as they went upstairs together no indeed haven't we had a nice time max oh if only we could keep papa all the time i wish we could said max but we won't have so hard a time as we've had for the last two years whenever he was away

they had reached the door of lulu's room max she said turning to him as with a sudden thought what do you suppose papa is coming to our rooms for what do you suppose have you done anything you to be punished for asked max a little mischievously i thought you looked very cross and rebellious about the hat and about having to come home so soon i am very sure from what i've heard of grandpa dinsmore's strictness that if you were his child you'd get a whipping for it lulu looked frightened but max you don't think papa means to punish me for that do you he has been so kind and pleasant since she said with a slight tremble in her voice you'll find out when he comes, laughed Max. Good night, and he hastened away to his own room. A guilty conscience made Lulu very uneasy as she hurried through her preparations for bed, and as she heard her father's step approached the door, she grew quite frightened. He came in and closed it after him. Lulu was standing in her nightdress, just ready for bed. He caught up a heavy shawl, wrapped it about her, and seating himself lifted her to his knee. Why, how you are trembling, he exclaimed. What is the matter?

papa are you are you going to punish me for being so naughty this evening she asked hanging her head while her cheeks grew red that was not my intention in coming in here he said but lulu your wilfulness is a cause of great anxiety to me i hardly know what to do with you i am very loth to burden our kind friends grandpa dinsmore and grandma elsie was so rebellious and unmanageable a child for it will be painful to them to be severe with you-and-auntiful to them to be severe with her with you and yet i see that you will compel them to it i won't be punished by anybody but you nobody else has a right burst out lulu yes my child i have given them the right and the only way for you to escape punishment is not to deserve it and if you prove too troublesome for them you are to be sent to a boarding-school and that you will understand involves separation from max and gracie and life among total strangers papa you wouldn't you couldn't be so cruel, she said, bursting into tears and hiding her face on his breast. I hope you will not be so cruel to yourself as to make it necessary, he said. I have fondly hoped you were improving, but your conduct tonight shows me that you are still a self-willed, rebellious child. Well, Papa, I've wanted a bird on my hat for ever so long, and I believe you would have

let me have it, too, if Mama Vi and Grandma Elsie hadn't said that. I shouldn't let you have it if they were both in favor of it. it, he said severely. Why, Papa? Because of the cruelty it would encourage. And now, Lucilla, I want you to reflect how very kind it is in Grandpa, Dinsmore's, and Grandma Elsie, to be willing to take my children in and share with them their own delightful home. You have not the slightest claim upon their kindness, and very few people in their case would have made such an offer. I really feel almost a shame to accept so much without being able to make some return, even if I knew my children would all behave as dutifully and gratefully as possible, and knowing how likely your conduct is to be

the exact reverse of that. I can hardly reconcile it to my conscience to let you go with them to Ion. I am afraid I ought to place you in a boarding school at once, before I am ordered away. Oh, Papa don't, she begged. I'll try to behave better. You must promise my more than that he said promise me that you will yield to the authority of your mamma and her mother and grandfather as if it were mine obeying their orders and submitting to any punishment they may see fit to inflict just as if it were my act papa have you said they might punish me she asked with a look of wounded pride yes i have full confidence in their wisdom and kindness i know they will not abuse the authority i give them and i have told them they may use any measures with my children that they would with their own in the same circumstances are you ready to give the promise i require papa it is too hard the choice is between that and being sent to boarding school oh it's so hard she sobbed not hard at all if you choose to be good her father said in that case you will have a delightful life in ion do you make the promise yes sir she said as if the words were wrung from her then hid her face on his breast again and cried bitterly my little daughter these are tears of pride and stubbornness sighed her father passing his hand caressingly over her hair and you will never be happy until those evil passions are cast out of your heart they are foes which you must fight

and conquer by the help of him who is mighty to save or they will cost you the loss of your soul any sin unrepented of and unforesaken will drag you down to eternal death for the bible says without holiness no man shall see the lord papa she said you are the only person god commands me to obey and i am willing to do that no it seems not when my command is that you obey some one else my little girl you need something that i cannot give you and that is a change of heart go to jesus for it daughter ask him to wash away all your sins in his precious blood and to create in you a clean heart and renew a right spirit within you he is able and willing to do it for he says him that cometh on to me i will in no wise cast out we will kneel down and ask him now Papa, I do love you so. I love you dearly. And I will try to be a better girl, Lulu said, clasping her arms tightly about his neck as, having laid her in her bed, he bent down to kiss her good night. I hope so, my darling, he said. Nothing could make me happier than to know you to be a truly good child, trying to live right that you may please the dear Savior who died that you might live. Max lying in his bed was just saying to himself, I wonder what keeps Papa so long.

when he heard his step on the stairs. Are you awake, Max? The captain asked as he opened the door and came in. Yes, sir, was the cheerful response. It's early, you know, Papa, and I am not at all sleepy. That is well, for I want a little talk with you, said his father, sitting down on the side of the bed, and taking Max's hand in his.

The talk was on the sin of profanity. Max was told to repeat the Third Commandment, then his father called at his attention to the words. the lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain it is a dreadful and dangerous sin my son he said a most foolish sin too for there is absolutely nothing to be gained by it in the meanest of sins for what can be meaner than to abuse him to whom we owe our being and every blessing we enjoy yes papa and i i've done it a good many times do you think god will ever forgive me max asked in trembling tones He that covereth his sins shall not prosper, but whoso confesseth and forsakeeth them shall have mercy. I, even I, am he that bloteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins, quoted the captain.

Yes, my son, if you are truly sorry for your sins because committed against God, and confess them with the determination to forsake them, asking forgiveness and help to overcome the evil of your nature, for Jesus' sake, it will be granted you. The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording.

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They were a bright and cheery company in the other house. They divided into groups. Mrs. Elsie Trevella sat in a low rocking chair, between her father and his wife, with her little grandson on her lap. She doaded on the babe, and was often to be seen with it in her arms. She was now calling her father's attention to its beauty, and talking of the time when its mother was an infant, her own precious darling. On a sofa on the farther side of the room, the two sisters, Elsie and Violet, sat side by side,

cozily chatting of things past and present, while a little removed from them, Lester, Edward, and Zoe, formed another group. The two gentlemen were an animated conversation, to which Zoe was his silent and absorbed listener, especially when her husband spoke, eagerly drinking in every word that fell from his lips, her face glowing, her eyes sparkling with proud delight. Look at Zoe! Ned certainly has one devoted admirer. remarked Elsie, regarding her younger sister-in-law with a pleased, yet half of me's smile.

Yes, he is a perfect oracle in her esteem, and I believe everything she does is right in his eyes. Indeed, their mutual devotion is a pretty thing to see. They are scarcely ever apart. Don't you think your husband an oracle? asked Elsie with a quizzical look. So you have found that it already, have you? laughed Violet. Yes, I do. But then he is wiser than Arnett, you know. Tell me now. Don't you admire him? Don't you think him worthy of all honor? "'I do indeed, and I'm proud to have him for her brother-in-law,' Elsie said with earnest sincerity. "'But,' she added with a smile, "'I prefer Lester for a husband.' "'Yes, of course, but Levis is the best of husbands, of fathers, too.

"'Rather more stripped in turn than ours was, is he not?' "'Yes, but not more so than necessary with a child of Lulu's peculiar disposition. "'Ah, vie, I pity you for being a stepmother,' Elsie said, with a compassionate look at her sister. "'You needn't,' returned Violet quickly. "'Lulu is the only one of the three that gives me any anxiety or trouble, "'and to be Captain Raymond's wife more than compensates for that.' "'I suppose so, and Gracie is a dear little thing. "'Yes, she's a darling, and Max is a noble fellow.

"'I hope he will make just such a man as his father. "'Don't you think he resembles the captain and looks?' "'Yes, and I notice he is very chivalrous in manner towards his young stepmother.' "'Yes,' Violet said with a happy smile. and more or less to all ladies, but especially to those of his family. He is like his father in that. Zoe is, I think, particular favorite with him. Evidently Zoe had overheard the remark,

for she turned in their direction with a bright look and smile, then springing up came quickly towards them, and taking possession of a low chair near at hand. Was it Max you were talking of Violet? She said, Yes, indeed, I am fond of him. I think he's a splendid boy, but what was wrong with him tonight? "'Nothing so far as I know,' said Violet.

"'Why, do you think there was?' "'Because he was so unusually quiet, "'and then his father took him away so early. "'Ah, here comes the captain now,' "'as the door opened and Captain Raymond entered. "'So I'll go away and let you have him to yourself.' "'You needn't,' said Violet, "'but Zoy was already by Edward's side again.

"'Elsey, too,' Rosen went to her mother "'to ask if she were not weary who holding the babe. "'Vilet looked up a little anxiously into her husband's face "'as she made room for him on the sofa by her side, "'Is anything wrong with the children, Levis?' she asked in an undertone. "'No, love,' he said. "'I only took them away early that I might have a little serious talk with the older two. "'You know I shall not be long afforded the opportunity.'

"'But you look troubled,' she said, in a tenderly sympathizing accents. "'May I not share your care or sorrow, whatever it is?' "'I would rather share only joys and blessings with you, dearest. "'Keep the cares and burdens to myself,' he answered, "'smiling lovingly upon her, "'and pressing with affectionate warmth the little hand she had placed in his. "'No, I can't consent to that,' she said.

"'I consider it one of my precious privileges "'to be allowed to share your burdens and anxieties. "'Won't you tell me what troubles you?' "'It is nothing new, little wife,' he answered cheerfully. "'But I am doubting whether I do right to give your mother and grandfather "'sook troublesome a charge as Lulu. "'She is almost certain to be willful and rebellious, "'occasionally, if not oftener.'

"'Mr. Trevilla had resigned the babe to its mother "'and was now standing near the sofa where the captain and Violet sat. "'Mama,' said the latter, turning to her, "'my husband is making himself miserable with a fear that Lulu will prove too troublesome to you and Grandpa.' "'Please do not, Captain,' Elsie said brightly, "'excepting the easy-chair he hastened to bring forward for her. "'Why should I not have a little trouble as well as other people?' "'Lulu is an attractive child to me, very bright and original,

"'a little headstrong, perhaps, but I shall lay siege to her heart and try to rule her through affections.' "'I think that will be the better plan,' he said, to the look of care lifting from his brow. She is a warm-hearted child, and more easily led than driven. But she is sometimes very impertinent, and I would by no means have her indulge in that. I wish you would promise me never to let it pass without punishment.

She must be taught respect for authority and for her superiors. Elsie's face had grown very grave while he was speaking. What punishment do you prescribe? she asked. The child is yours. That should depend upon the keeniness of the office, he replied. I can only say, treat her exactly as if she were your own. Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore now joined them,

and the question what studies the children should pursue during the coming winter, was discussed and settled. Then the captain spoke of reading matter, asked advice and regard to suitable books and periodicals, and begged his friends to have a careful oversight of all the mental food of his children. You could not entrust that matter to a more wise and capable person than Papa, Elsie said, with an affectionate smiling look at her father. I will remember how strict he was with me and my childhood.

novels were coveted but forbidden sweets you must have been glad when you were old enough to read them mama remarked joey joining the circle you read far too many of my little woman said mr dinsmore pinching her rosy cheek if i were edward i should go tell a supply try to cultivate a taste for something better but i'm a merry woman and shan't submit to being treated like a child grandpa she sat with a little pout and toss of her pretty head not even by me asked edward leaning down over her as he stood behind her chair no not even by you she returned and Sossily, looking up into his face with laughing eyes. "'I'm your wife, sir, not your child.' "'Both I should say,' laughed Edward. "'I remember that I was considered a mere child at your age. "'And whatever you are you belong to me, don't you?' "'Yes, and you to me just as much,' she retorted,

"'and at that there was a general laugh.' "'The captain had said nothing of the objectionable reading matter "'founded his children's hands that day, "'but when alone with Violet in their own room, "'he told her all about it, "'blaming himself severely for not having been so watchful, over him as they ought, and expressing his distress over the discovery that Max had sometimes been guilty of profanity.

"'I do not know whether it has become a habit with him,' he said. "'But, my dear, I beg of you to watch him closely when I am away, and if ever he's known to offend in that way, so that he is properly punished.' "'But how, Levis?' she asked, with a troubled look. "'I don't know what I can do but talk seriously to him about the wickedness of it.' "'I hope you will do that, my dear, and I have no doubt there would have an excellent effect, for he loves you and admires you greatly, but let him be punished by being separated, for at least a week, from the rest of the family, as unworthy to associate with them.

"'Oh, but that would be very hard, very humiliating for a proud, sensitive, affectionate boy like Max,' she exclaimed. "'You may not be a little more lenient toward him?' And she looked up pleadingly into her husband's face. "'No,' he said with decision, "'but I strongly hope there will be no occasion for such punishment, as he seems sincerely penitent and quite determined not to offend in that way again. I really think my boy wants to do right, but he's a heedless, thoughtless fellow,

often going wrong from mere carelessness and forgetfulness, but he must be taught to think and to remember. I wish he could have his father's constant care and control, sighed Violet. I wish he could indeed, responded the captain, but principally because I fear he will prove a care and trouble to your grandfather and mother, who, I am inclined to think, are more capable than I of giving him proper training. I shall go away feeling easier in regard to my children's welfare than I ever have before since they lost their mother. I am very glad at that, Lovis, Violet said, her eyes shining with pleasure, and I do believe they will have a happy life at eye on.

It will certainly be their own fault if they do not, he replied. Rose Trurilla was somewhat less amiable in disposition than her mother and older sisters, and had been much disgusted with Lulu's exhibition of temper that evening, talking with her mother afterward in her dressing room. Mama, she said, I wish she said. You wish you hadn't offered to let Lulu Raymond live with that's an eye on. I don't like it all the way she behaves, and I wish you and Grandpa would tell her father to send her off to boarding school. That is an unkind wish, Rose, said her mother.

Perhaps if you had had the same treatment that Lulu has been subjected to since her mother's death, you might have shown as bad and temper as hers. Haven't you some pity for the little girl when you reflect that she is motherless? I don't think she could have a sweeter mother than our vye, was the unexpected rejoiner. But she doesn't appreciate her in the least. Rose went on, but she seems always to watch against any efforts on Vy's part to control her. She seems to be naturally impatient of control by whosoever exerted, Mrs. Trevilla said, but we will hope to see her improve in that respect, and you must let her a good example, Rose.

And I want you to think how sad it would be for her to be parted from the brother and sister she loved so dearly and sent away to boarding school. I shall never forget how alarmed and distressed I was when your grandpa threatened me with one. Did he, Mama? asked Rosie, opening her eyes very wide with surprise. Yes, he was very much displeased with me at the time, her mother said with a sigh. But we will not talk about it. The recollection is very painful to me. No, Mama, but I cannot get over my astonishment, for I thought you were never naughty, even when you were a little child. Quite a mistake, Rosie. I have had my naughty times as well as other children, Mrs. Trevilla said, smiling at Rosie's bewildered look.

But now I want you to promise me, my child, that you will be kind of for you. her bearing toward poor little motherless Lulu. Well, Mama, to please you I will, but I hope she won't try me too much by impertinent to you or Violet. I don't think I can stand it if she does. Try to win her love, Rosie, and then you may be able to influence her strongly for good.

I don't know how to begin, Mama. Forced your thoughts to dwell on the good points in her character, and think compassionately of the respects in which she is a less fortunate than yourself, and you will find a feeling of love toward her springing up in your heart, and love begets love. do her some kindness daughter and that will help you to love her and to gain her love well mamma i shall try if only to please you but do tell me did grandpa punish you very severely when you were naughty his punishment was seldom anything more severe than the gentle rebuke i am not pleased with you but i think i felt it more than many a child would have whipping i did so dearly love my father that his displeasure was terrible to me yes i knew you and he love each other dearly yet and he often says you were very good conscientious little girl. But to return to Lulu, said Mrs. Trevella, I had thought she would be a nice companion

for you, and until this evening I have not seen her show any naughty temper since the first week she was here. No, Mama, she's been quite well-behaved, I believe, and perhaps she will prove a pleasant companion. I am sorry for her, too, because she has a dear, wise, kind mother like mine, Rosie added, putting her arm around her mother's neck, and because the father I'm sure she loves very much, must soon go away and leave her. End of. Chapter 4. Recording by Lily Marie. Chapter 5 of Elsie's New Relations This is a Libravox recording All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain

For more information or to volunteer Please visit livervox.org Recording by Lily Marie Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley Chapter 5 Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again Shakespeare The next morning the captain and Max were out together on the beach

Before Violet and little girls had left their rooms The lad liked to be alone with his father sometimes. He had always been proud and fond of him. In the past few months of constant intercourse had greatly strengthened the bonds of affection between them. The boy's heart was sore at thought of the parting that must soon come. The captain's hardly less so. He talked very kindly with his son, urging him to make the best use of his time, talent, and opportunities, and grow up to be a good, honorable, and useful man.

I want to be a man just as you are, Papa, "'Mack said, with an admiring, affectionate look up into his father's face, "'and slipping his hand into his as he spoke. "'The captain clasped the hand lovingly in his, and held it fast. "'I hope you will be a better and more talented man, my boy,' he said, "'but always remember my most ardent wish is to see you a truly good man, "'a Christian serving God with all your powers.' "'At this moment a voice behind them said,

"'Good morning, Captain, I've got a letter here for you, sir.' "'Ah, good morning, Ben, and thank you for bringing it, said the captain, turning round to receive it. "'You's very welcome, sir,' responded Ben, "'touching his hat respectfully, "'then walking away toward Mr. Dinsmore's cottage. "'From Washington,' the captain remarked, "'more to himself than to Max,

"'as he broke the seal. "'Max watched him while he read, "'then added a little tremulously, "'must you go very soon, Papa?' "'Within three days, my boy, "'but we won't say anything about it until after prayers, "'but let Mama Vi and your sisters "'enjoy their breakfast in peace.'

"'Yes, sir, Papa. "'I wish I was going with you. "'But think how your sisters would miss you, Max?' "'Yes, sir, I suppose they would. "'I hadn't thought of that. "'Besides, I want you to take my place to Mama Vy as nearly as you can,' "'added his father, looking smilingly at him. "'Oh, Papa, thank you!' cried the boy,

"'his face growing brighter with police surprise. "'I will try my very best and do all for her that I can.' "'I don't doubt it, my son. "'And now let us go in, for it must be breakfast time, I think.' "'Lullo and Grace ran out to the veranda to meet them with the glad. good morning papa in holding up their faces for a kiss it was bestowed heartily as he stooped and gathered them in his arms saying in tender tones good morning my dear little daughters the breakfast bell was ringing and they hastened to obey its summons they found violet already in the dining-room looking sweet and fresh as a rose in a pretty becoming morning dress the captain chatted cheerfully withering the children while he ate seeming to enjoy his beefsteak muffins and coffee but max scarcely spoke and occasionally had some difficulty in swallowing his food because of the lump that would rise in his throat at the thought of the parting now drawing so near.

Directly after breakfast came family worship. Then as Violet and her husband stood together before the window, looking out upon the sea, he gave her his Washington letter to read. She glanced over it, or he put his arm around her waist. Oh, love is so soon, she said tremulously, looking up at him with eyes full of tears. Then her head dropped upon his shoulder, and the tears began to fall. He sued her with caresses and low-breed words of endearment, of hope, too, that the separation might not be a long one. "'What is it, Max?' whispered Lulu, as Papa got his orders. "'Yes, and has to be off in less than three days,' replied Max and husky tones, and hastily brushing away a tear.

Lulu's eyes filled, but by a great effort she kept the tears from falling. The captain turned toward them. "'We are going into the other house, children,' he said. "'You can come with us if you wish.' "'Yes, sir. you sir they said and grace ran up to her father and put her hands in his they found the dinsmore and trevilla family all assembled in the parlor discussing plans for the day all of which were upset by the captain's news his ship lay in boston harbor and it was promptly decided that they would all leave to-day for that city only a few hours distant as the cottagers had been rented furnished and all had for days past held themselves in readiness for sudden departure this would afford ample time for the necessary packing and other arrangements all was presently bustling activity in both houses.

Zoe and Edward, with no painful parting and prospect, made themselves very merry over their packing. They were much like two children, and except when overcome by the recollection of a recent bereavement, Zoe was as playful and frolicsome as a kitten. "'Can I help Mama Vi? asked Lulu, following Violet into her dressing-room. "'Vy consider it a moment. "'You are a dear child to want to help,' she said, smiling kindly upon the little girl.

"'I don't think you can pack your trunk, You can be of use here by handing me things out of the bureau drawers and wardrobe. There are so many chunks to pack that I cannot think of leaving Agnes to do at all. My dear, said the captain, coming in at the moment, you were not to do anything but sit in the easy chair and give directions. I flutter myself that I'm quite an expert in this line. Can you full ladies' dresses so that they will carry without rumpling? Asked a violet, looking up at him with a saucy smile. Perhaps not.

I can't say I ever tried that. Agnes may do that part of the work, and I will attend to the rest. "'And may I hand you the things, Papa?' asked Lulu. "'Yes, daughter,' he said. "'I like to see you trying to be useful.' "'They set to work, Violet, looking on with interest. "'While you are an excellent Packer-Levis,' she remarked presently, "'far better than I or Agnes, either.

"'Thank you,' he said. "'I am very glad to be able to save you the exertion.' "'And you do it so rapidly,' she said, "'it would have taken me twice as long.' "'That is partly because I am much stronger, "'and partly the result of a good deal of practice. and Lulu is quite a help, he added, with an affectionate look at her. She flushed with pleasure.

Are you going to pack the other trunks, Papa? Max and Gracie's and mine. And may I help you with them? she asked. Yes, is my answer to both questions, he returned. Where are Max and Gracie? asked Violet. I told Max to take a little sister to the beach, and take care of and amuse her, the captain said in answer to the question. Don't you want to be out at play too, Lulu? asked Violet.

I can help your papa. No, ma'am. you, the child answered in a quick, emphatic way. I'd a great deal rather be with Papa today than playing. He gave her a pleased look and smile, and Violet said, That is nice, Lulu. I am very glad his children love him so. Indeed we do, Mama Vai. Every one of us, exclaimed Lulu. Papa knows we do, don't you, Papa? Yes, I am quite sure of it, he said, and that my wife has fond of me also, with a smiling glance at her. And all together it makes me a very happy man.

"'And you deserve to be,' said Violet gaily. "'Please, sir, will you allow me to fold my dresses?' "'No, for here comes Agnes,' as the maid entered the room, "'who I dare say can do it better. "'Come, Lulu, we will go now to your room.' "'Vilet stayed where she was to direct Mrs. Agnes, "'and Lulu was glad, because she wanted to be alone with her father for a while. "'When her trunk was packed he turned to leave the room, but she detained him.

"'Papa,' she said, cleaning to his hand, "'I—I want to speak to you.' "'He sat down and drew her to his sleep. putting an arm around her waist well daughter what is it he asked kindly stroking her hair back from her forehead with the other hand papa i-i want to tell you that i'm sorry for she stammered her eyes drooping her cheeks growing crimson sorry for your former naughtiness and rebellion he asked gently as she paused leaving her sentence unfinished yes papa i couldn't bear to let you go away without telling you so again well daughter it was forgiven long ago and you have been a pretty good girl of the time since that first sad week. Papa, I do want to be good, she said earnestly. But somehow the badness will get the better of me.

Yes, each one of us has an evil nature to fight against, he said, and it will get the better of us unless we are very determined to battle with it, not in their own strength only, but crying mightily for assistance to him who has said, In me is thine help. We must watch and pray, my child. The Bible bids us to keep our hearts with all diligence, and set a watch at the door of our lips that we sin not with our tongue. also to pray without ceasing we need to cry often to god for help to overcome the evil that is in our own hearts in the snares of the world and the devil who goeth about his roaring lions seek in whom he may devour

papa she said looking up into his face do you find it hard to be good sometimes yes my child i have the same battle to fight as you have and i am the more sorry for you because i know by experience how difficult it sometimes is to do right and you have to help me by punishing me when i'm naughty and making me do as i ought "'Yes, and my battle is sometimes for patience with a naughty disobedient child.' "'I think you were very patient with me that time you kept me shut up so long in this room,' she said. "'If I had been in your place, I'd have got a good switch and whipped my little girl till I made her obey me at once.' "'Do you think that would have been the better plan?' "'No, sir. I think you'd have to most kill me before I'd have given up. "'But if I would in your place, I couldn't have had patience to wait.' "'You need to cultivate the grace of patience, then,' he said gravely.

"'Now come with me to Max's room.' let us see if we can pack up his goods and titles papa i almost think i could pack it myself after watching you pack all these others possibly but i shall do it more quickly with you to help in getting all the things together everyone was ready in due season for departure and that night the two cottages that for months past had been so full of light and life were dark silent and deserted arriving in boston the whole party took rooms at one of the principal hotels there they spent the night but the greater part of the next davis passed on board the captain's vessel the day after the parting came a fairy harboured for him his young wife and children little feeble grace cried herself sick and violet found it necessary to put aside the indulgent of her own grief in order to comfort the nearly heart-broken child who clung to her as she might have done to her own mother max and lulu made no loud lament but their quiet subdued manner and sad countenances to her filled of deep and sincere sorrow, and in truth, they often felt ready to join in Gracie's oft-repeated cry. Oh, how can I do without my dear, dear Papa?

But they were with kind friends. Every one of the parties showed them sympathy, pretty presents were made them, and they were taken to see all the sight of the city likely to interest them. Grandma Elsie particularly endeared herself to them at this time by her motherly tenderness and care, treating them as if they were her own children. Their father had given each two parting gifts, a handsome pocket by her. with the injunction to commit at least one verse to memory every day, and a pretty purse with some spending money in it,

for he knew that they would enjoy making purchases for themselves when visiting the city stars with the older people. So they did, and Lulu, who was generous to a fault, had soon spent her all in gifts for others, a lovely new doll for Gracie, some books for Max, a bottle of perfumery for Mama Vi, and a toyful Walter. Violet was as much pleased with the present to herself as the evidence of growing affection.

She received it with warm thanks in her loving embrace. My dear child, it was very kind of you to think of me, she said. It makes me hope you have really given me a little place in your heart, dear. Oh, yes, Mama Vai, indeed I have, cried the little girl, returning the embrace. Surely we ought all to love you when you love our dear father so much, and he loves you too. Certainly, said Max, who was standing by, we couldn't help loving so sweet and pretty a lady if she was nothing at all to us, and we lived in the same house with her. "'And how can we think she's any less nice and sweet just because she's married to our father?'

"'And how can I help loving you because you are the children of my dear husband?' "'Responded Violet, taking the boy's hand and pressing it warmly in hers.' "'Some hours later Violet accidentally overheard part of a conversation between her little sister Rose and Lulu. "'Yes,' Rosie was saying, "'Mama gives me fifty cents a week for spending money.' "'Oh, how nice!' exclaimed Lulu. "'Papa often gives us some money, but not regularly. and Max and I have often talked together about how much we would like to have a regular allowance. I'd be delighted even if it wasn't more than ten cents.

Violet had been wishing to give the children something, and trying to find out what would be most acceptable. So she was greatly pleased with the hint given to her by this little speech of Lulu's. The trial came presently to her side to bid her good night. Violet put an arm around her, and kissing her affectionately said, "'Lulu, I've been thinking you might like to have an allowance of pocket money as Rosie has. Would you?' "'Oh, Mama, ma'i! I'd like it better than anything else I can think of!' cried the little girl,

her face sparkling with delight. "'Then you shall have it and begin now,' Violet said, "'taking out her purse and putting two bright silver quarters into Lulu's hand.' "'Oh, thank you, Mama! How good and kind in you!' cried the child. "'Max shall have the same,' said Violet, "'and Grace you have as much for the present. "'When she is a little older, she'll be doubled.' "'Don't you want the pleasure of telling Max and taking this to him?'

"'She said, putting another half-dollar into Lulu's hand. "'Oh, yes, ma'am. Thank you very much.' "'Max was in the farther side of the room, "'a good-sized parlor of the hotel where they were staying, "'very much to absorb in his storybook. "'Lulu approached him softly, "'a gleeful smile on her lips and in her eyes, "'and laid his half-dollar on the open page.

"'What's that for?' he asked, looking round to her. "'For you, when you were to have as much every week, Mama Vise says. "'Oh, Lou, am I really?' "'Yes, I too, and Gracie's to have a quarter.' "'Oh, isn't it, spoo?' Blended, he cried, and hurried to Violet to pour off thanks. Grandma Elsie seated on the sofa by Violet's sigh, shared with her their pleasure of witnessing the children's delight.

Our friend's announcement several days in Boston, and the next morning they left for Philadelphia, where they paid a short visit to relatives. This was their last halt on the journey home to Ion. End of Chapter 5. Recording by Lily Marie. Chapter 6 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Librava. recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

please visit Libravox.org read by Ruhi Huck, Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 6. To the guiltless heart, wherever we roam, no scenes delight us like our much-loved home, Robert Hillhouse. Elsie and her children had greatly enjoyed their summer at the north, but now were filled with content and happiness at the thought of soon seeing again their loved ones at Ion, while Max and Lulu looked forward with pleasing anticipations and eager curiosity to their first sight of it, having heard various glowing descriptions of it from Mama, V and Rosie. Their father, too, had spoken of it as a home so delightful that they ought to feel. the liveliest gratitude for having been invited to share its blessings. It was looking very beautiful, very inviting on the arrival of our travellers late in the afternoon over warm, bright October Day. The woods and the trees that bordered the avenue were in the height of their autumn glory. The gardens gave with many flowers of the most varied and brilliant hues, and the

lengthening shadows slept on a still green and velvety lawn. As their caters, they were The carriage turned into the avenue, Elsie bent an affectionate smiling look upon Max and Lulu, and, taking a hand of each, said in sweetest tones, Welcome to your new home, my dears, and made proof to you a very, very happy one. Thank you, ma'am, they both responded, Max adding, I am very glad, Grandma Elsie, that I am to live with you and Mama V. I, too, said Lulu, and in such a pretty place, oh, how lovely everything. does look. The air was delightful and doors and windows stood wide open. On the veranda,

a welcoming group was gathered, Elsie's brother and sister, Horace Stinsmore, Junior of the Oaks, and Mrs. Rose Lacey from the Laurels, and her cousin's Calhoun and Arthur Conley, while a little in the rare of them were the servants, all from Uncle Joe, now in his 95th year, and down to Betty, his 10-year-old great-granddaughter, showing faces full of eager delight. They stood back respectfully till greetings had been exchanged between relatives and friends, then pressed forward with their words of welcome, sure of a shake of the hand and kind word from each member of the family. Mr. Dinsmore held little Gracie in his arms. She was much fatigued and exhausted by the long journey. Here is a patient for you, Arthur, he said, and I'm very well.

very glad you are here to attend to her. Yes, said Violet, her father charged me to put her in your care. Then let her be put immediately to bed, said Arthur, after a moment's scrutiny of the child. Give her to me, uncle, and I will carry her upstairs. To my room, added Violet. But the child shrunk from the stranger and clung to Mr. Dinsmore. No thank you, I will take her up myself, he said. I am fully equal to it, and he moved on through the hall and up the broad. stairway, Violet and the doctor following. The others presently scattered to their rooms to rid themselves of the dust of travel and dress for the evening. Well, little wife, is it nice to be at home again?

Edward asked with a smiling look at Zoe as they entered their apartments. Yes indeed, she cried, sending a swift glance around the neat and tastefully furnished room, especially such a home and to be shared with such nice people, one in particular who shall be nameless, she added, with an art look and smile. One hopes you will never tire of his company as he never expects to of yours, returned Edward, catching her in his arms and snatching a kiss from her full red lips. Now don't, she said, pushing him away. Just wait till I've washed the dust from my face. Here come our trunks as two of the men's servants brought them in, and you must tell me what dress to put on. You look so lovely in any and every one of the dozen or more that I'm

have small choice in the matter. Laughed the young husband. What gross flattery, she exclaimed. Well, then, I suppose I'll have to choose for myself, but you mustn't complain if I do that sometime when you don't want me to. The two Elsies had lingered a little behind the others. The old servants had so many words of welcome to say to them,

the younger one in special, because she had been so far and so long away. And the babe must be handed about from one to another. kissed and blessed and remarked upon as to his real or fancied resemblance to this or that older member of the family. It do be a powerful strange, Miss Elsie, that you went away young lady and came back with husband and baby, remarked Aunt Dicey, and it don't seem that yesterday that you were a little bit of a girl. Yes, I have come back a great deal richer than I went. Elsie returned, with a glance of mingled love and joy, first at her husband, then at her infancy.

son, I have great reason to be thankful. At that moment, Mrs. Travella became aware that Max and Lulu were lingering near, as if not knowing exactly what to do with themselves. Ah, my dear, she said, turning to them with a kind and pleasant look, no one has attended to you. Come with me and I will show you your rooms. They followed her up the stairs and each was shown into a very pleasant room, furnished tastefully and with every comfort and convenience. lulu's had two doors one opening into the hall the other into her mamma's bedroom elsie explained this adding so if you are in want of anything or should feel frightened or lonely in the night you can run right into the room where you will find your mamma and gracie

yes ma'am that is very nice and oh what a pretty room how kind and good you are to me and to my brother and sister too cried lulu her eyes shining with gratitude and pleasure i am very glad to be able to do it as he said taking the little girl's hand in one of hers and smoothing her hair caressingly with the other lulu had taken off her hat i want to be a mother to you dear child and to your brother and sister since my dear daughter is too young for so great care and responsibility i love you all and i want you to come freely to me with all your troubles and perplexities your joys and sorrows just as my own children always have done. I want you to feel that you have a right to do so because I have invited you. She bent down and kissed Lulu's lips and the little girl threw her arms about her neck with impulsive warmth, saying, Dear Grandma, Elsie, I love you and thank you ever so much. And I mean to try ever so hard to be good, she added, with a blush and hanging her head shaped facedly. I know I'm often very naughty.

Papa said I gave him more anxiety than Max and Gracie, put together and i am afraid i can't be good all the time but i do mean to try hard well dear if you try with all your might asking help from on nigh you will succeed at last elsie said and now i will leave you to wash and dress i see your trunk has been brought up and opened so that you will have no difficulty with that she passed on to violet's room to see how gracey wards she found her sleeping sweetly in violet's bed the latter bending over her with a very tender motherly look on her fair young face. Is she not a darling, Mama, she whispered, turning her head at the sound of her mother's light footstep? She is a very engaging child, replied Elsie. I think we are all fond of her, but you especially.

Yes, Mama, I love her for herself, her gentle affectionate disposition, but still more because she is my husband's child, his dear baby girl, as he so often called her. I can understand that, Elsie said, with a loving, though rather sad look and smile into violet's azure eyes. For I have often felt just so in regard to my own children. What does Arthur say about her? That she is more in need of rest and sleep than anything else at present. He will see her again tomorrow and will probably be able then to give me full directions in regard to her diet and so forth.

You will come down to supper. You will not think it necessary to stay. with her yourself, Elsie said inquiringly, Oh no, Mama. I shall dress it once. I should not like to miss being with you all, Violet answered, moving away from the bedside. Ah, she said with sudden recollection. I have been quite forgetting Max and Lulu. I have seen them to their rooms, her mother said, and now I must go and attend to Rosie and Walter and to my own toilet. Dear Mama, thank you, Violet said heartily. dear i consider them quite as my children and therefore my special charge as yours perhaps a trifle more else he returned with sprightly look and tone as she left the room

agnes was in attendance on her young mistress and was presently sent to ask if lulu was in need of help and to say that her mamma would like to see her before she went downstairs i don't need anything till i'm ready to have my sash died answered lulu and then i'll come in to Mama V and you to have it done. She was very good to send you, Agnes, and you to come. La Chilly, it's just my business to mind, Miss Villette, said Agnes, and she's good to everybody. Of course, she always was. What did you want to see me for, Mama V? asked Lulu as she presently entered her young stepmother's dressing room. Just to make sure that your hair and dress are all right, dear. You know we have company tonight and I am particularly anxious that my little Lulu shall look her very best. The child's face flushed with pleasure. She liked to be well and becomingly dressed and it was gratifying to have Mama We care that she should be. Mrs. Cripp was so different.

She had never cared whether Lulu's attire was tasteful or becoming or quite the reverse, but always roused the child's indignation by telling her it was all sufficient if she were only neat and clean. Am I all right? she asked. Pretty nearly. We will have you quite so in a minute. Violet answered. Tie her sash, Agnes, and move down the folds of her dress. Mama V, is that strange lady any relation to you? asked Lulu. Yes, she's my aunt, Mama's sister. She's pretty, but not nearly so pretty as Grandma Elsie. No, I've always thought no one else could be half so beautiful as Mama. Why, Mama, you are yourself, exclaimed Lulu in a tone of honest sincerity that made Violet laugh.

That is just your notion, little girl, she said, giving the child a kiss. Oh, I have eyes that can see. Besides Papa thinks so, too, and Max and Gracie. Yes, my dear husband, he loves me and love is very blind, murmured V half to herself, with a sigh and a far-off look in the lovely azure eyes. Her thoughts were following him over the deep, wide, treacherous, see. She stole on tiptoe into the next room for another peep at his sleeping baby girl, Lulu going with her, then hearing the tea bell, they went down to the dining room together.

They gathered about the table, a large cheerful party, the travellers full of satisfaction and being at home again, the others so glad to have them there once more. Zoe was very merry and rosy in almost wild spirits, but Max and Lulu, to whom all was new and strange were quite quiet and subdued, scarcely speaking except when spoken to. Mama, Rosie said, when they had adjourned to the parlour, it's lovely out of doors, bright moonlight and not a bit cold. Mayn't I asked Max and Lulu down to the lakelet? Do you think the evening air would be injurious to them, Arthur?

Mrs. Traveller asked, turning to her cousin. I think there is malaria in it and would advise them to stay within doors until after breakfast tomorrow morning, he answered, drawing Rose to a seat upon his knee. Then you'd better let us go, she said archly, so you can have some more patience. Don't you like to have plenty of patience? That's a leading question, little cause, he said laughingly, toying with her girls. When people are sick, I like to have an opportunity to exercise my skill in trying to relieve and cure them. But I hope I don't want them made sick in order to furnish me with employment.

I want to show Lulu and Max the beauties of Ion and don't know how to wait till tomorrow, she said. Then take them about from one room to another and let them look out through the windows upon its moonlit lawn, alleys, gardens and lake list. Yes, yes, that will do, she cried, leaving his knee in his to carry out his suggestion. Max and Lulu nothing loth accepted her invitation and they ran in and out, upstairs and down. The young strangers delighted with the view of. thus obtained of their new home and its surroundings. Rosie said she hoped they would not be required to begin lessons immediately, but would be allowed a few days in which to enjoy walks, rides, drives and boating.

I'll ask Grandpa and Mama, if we may, she added, as they re-entered the parlour. She hastened to present her petition and it was granted. The children were told they should have a week in which to enjoy themselves and recover from the fatigue of their journey and would be expected to show their appreciation of the indulgence by great industry afterward. Lulu was standing a little apart from the rest, gazing out of the window upon the moonlit lawn when a step drew near. Then someone took her by the arm, and in a twinkling, she found herself seated upon a gentleman's knee.

Looking up into his face, she saw that it was Mr. Horace Dinsmore, who had thus taken possession of her. Well, my little dark-eyed lassie, he said, no one has thought it worth while. to introduce us, but we won't let that hinder our making acquaintance. Do you know who I am? I heard Rosie call you Uncle Horace. Then suppose you follow Rosie's example. If you are as good as you are Bonnie, I shall be proud to claim you as my niece. But I'm not, she said frankly, then hastily correcting herself. I don't mean to say I'm Bonnie, but I'm not good. Aunt Bula used to say I was the worst child she ever saw. Indeed, you are honest at all events, he said with a look of amusement,

and who is Aunt Bueller? The person Gracie and I lived with before Papa got married to Mama V. Ah, well, I shall not regard her opinion, but wait to form one for myself, and I shall certainly be much surprised if you don't turn out a pattern good girl, now that you are to live with my sweet sister, Elsie. In the meanwhile, will it please you to call me uncle horace yes sir since you asked me too lulu replied looking much gratified at this moment the door opened and mr lacey walked in he had come for his wife and when he and the others had exchanged greetings she rose to make ready for departure calhoun conley rose too saying to his brother well art perhaps it would be as well for us to go too our friends must be tired after their long journey and will want to get to go bed early. Suppose you all delay a little and untie with us in evening family worship, said Mr. Dinsmore, it is a good while since I have had all three of my children present with me at such

a service. All complied with his request and immediately afterward took leave. Then with an exchange of affectionate good nights, the family separated and scattered to their rooms. Lulu was not quite ready for bed when Violet came in, and putting her arm around her asked with a gentle kiss. Do you feel strange and lonely in this new place, little girl? Oh no, Mama Vee, it seems such a nice home that I am very glad to be in it. That is right, Violet said, repeating her caress. I hope you will sleep well and wake refreshed. I shall leave the door open between your room and mine

so that you need not feel timid and can run right into me whenever you wish. Good night, dear. Good night, Mama V. Thank you for being so good to me and to Gracie and Max. said, clinging to her in an affectionate way. My child returned, Violet. How could I be anything else to the children of my dear husband? Ah, I must go.

Mama calls me, she added, hurrying away as a soft sweet voice was heard coming from the adjoining room. Lulu finished undressing, said her prayers, and had just laid her head on her pillow when someone glided noiselessly to the bedside and a soft hand passed caressingly over her hair. The child opened her eyes, which had already closed in sleep, and saw by the moonlight a sweet and beautiful face bending lovingly over her.

Grandma Elsie, she murmured sleepily. Yes, dear, Rosie and Walter never liked to go to sleep without a good night kiss from Mama, and you must have the same now, as you are to be one of my dear children. Lulu now wide awake started up to put both arms around the neck of her visitor. Oh, I do love you, she said, and I'll try hard to. to be a good child to you. I believe it, dear, Elsie said, pressing the child to her heart. Will you join my children in their half hour with Mama in her dressing room before breakfast? I shall be glad to have you, but you must do just as you please about it.

Thank you, ma'am. I'll come, said Lulu. That is right. Now lie down and go to sleep. You need a long night's rest. End of chapter six. Chapter 7 of Elsie's New Relations This is Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Read by Ruhee Huck

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley Chapter 7 Her fancy followed him through foaming Wairs to distant shores Cowper Violet in her night dress and with her beautiful hair unbound and hanging about her like a golden cloud stood before her dressing table, gazing through a mist of unshared tears upon a miniature which she held in her hand. Ah, where are you now, love? She sighed half aloud. Her mother's voice answered close at her side. In gentle tender accents, in gods keeping, my darling, he is the god of the sea as well as of the land. Yes, Mama. And his god as well as of the land.

yes, Mama, and his God as well as mine, Violet responded, looking up and smiling through her tears, are what comfort in both assurances, and in the precious promise, Behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest. It is his and it is mine. Yes, dearest, I feel for you in your loneliness. Her mother said, putting her arms around her, Elsie is very happy in her husband and baby. edward in his wife they need me but little comparatively but you and i must draw close together and be a comfort and support to each other shall we not my love oh oh what a comfort and blessing you are to me and always have been and i am happier and less lonely for having my husband's children with me especially my darling little gracie i feel that in caring for her and nursing her back to health i shall be heading to his happiness

as no doubt you will her mother said it will be a pleasure to me to help you care for her and the others also now good-night daughter we both ought to be in bed violet presently stretched herself beside the sleeping gracie with a murmured word of endearment drew the child closer to her and in another moment was sharing her slumbers when she awoke the sun was shining and the first object her eyes rested upon was the little face by her side the pallor and look of exhaustion it had worn the night before were quite gone. A faint tinge of pink had even stolen into the cheeks. Violet noted the change with a feeling of relief and thankfulness, and raising herself upon her elbow, touched her lips lightly to the white forehead. The child's eyes flew open and with a sweet, engaging smile, she asked, have you been lying beside me all night, Mama? Yes, Gracie, you have had a long sleep, dear. Do you feel quite rested? Yes, Mama, I feel very well. This is so. such a nice soft bed and I'd like to sleep with you. May I always? For all winter, I think, dear.

I'd like to have your papa's baby girl by my side. I'm very obliged to him for finding me such a sweet, pretty mama. I told him so one day, remarked the child innocently, putting an arm about V's neck. Did you? Vylus asked with an amused smile and what did he say? Nothing. He just smiled and hugged me tight and kissed me ever so many times. Do you know what made him do that, Mama? because he likes to have us love one another and so we will won't we dear yes indeed mamma i feel a little hungry i'm glad to hear it for here comes agnes with a glass of nice rich milk for you and when you have drunk it she will wash and dress you we will all have to hurry a little to be ready in good time for breakfast she added springing from the bed and beginning her toilet grandpa dinsmore never likes to have us late miss rosy and miss lulu's up and dressed and gone in miss elsie's miss elsie's room miss villette remarked agnes holding the tumbler she had brought to gracie's lips ah that is well said violet with a pleased look lulu has stolen a march on us the week that followed their arrival at ion was a delightful one to all especially the children who had scarce anything to do but enjoy themselves the weather was all that could be desired and they walked road drove boated fished and went nothing mr dinsmore and edward were

every day more or less busyed with the affairs of the plantation, but some one of the older people could always find time to be with the children, while Zoe never failed to make one of the party and seemed almost as much a child as any of the younger ones. Every nook on the plantain, and in its neighborhood was explored, and visits were paid to Fairview, the laurels, the pines, the oaks, roselands and ashlands, the dwellers at each place having first called upon the family at Ion. Both Max and Lulu had long desired to learn to ride on horseback, and great was their delight on learning that now this wish could be gratified. A pony was always at the service of each, and lessons in the art of sitting and managing

it were given them, now by Mr. Dinsmore and now by Edward, who was a great admirer of his brother-in-law, Captain Raymond, and had become much attached to him and took a very kindly interest in his children. Gracie was given a share in all the pleasures for which she was considered strong enough. and when not able to go with the others on their expeditions, was well entertained at home with toys and books filled with pictures and stories suited to her age. Both Essie and Violet watched over the little girth with true motherly love and care, she warmly returning the affection of both but clinging specially to Violet, a pretty new mama. Gracie was a docile little creature and seemed very happy in her new life.

She was deeply interested in the writing lessons of her brother and sister, and when near the end of the week, Dr. Arthur, to whom she was becoming much attached, set her on the back of a Shetlet pony and led it about the grounds for a few minutes, promised her longer rides as her strength increased. She was almost speechless with happiness. With the second week lessons began for the children,

each task had its appointed hour and they were required to be as systematic, punctual and well-prepared for recitations as pupils in an ordinary school. but at the same time great care was taken that neither mind nor body should be overtaxed and they enjoyed many liberties and indulgences which could not have been granted elsewhere than at home. The mornings were spent by Rosie and Lulu in the schoolroom in study and recitation under the supervision of either Grandma Elsie or Mama Vee.

Grace and Walter would be there also at the start but their short and easy tasks having been attended to, they might stay and amuse themselves quietly or if inclined for not noisy sport, go to the nursery or playroom to enjoy it there. Max conned his lessons alone in his own room, joining the others only when the hour arrived for reciting to Mr. Dinsmore, who took solo charge of his education and of the two little girls, so far as concerned, Latin and arithmetic. Rosie and Max were together in both these studies,

but Lulu, because of being younger and not so far advanced, was alone in both, much to her dissatisfaction, for she was by no means desirous to have Mr. Dinsmore attention, concentrated upon herself for even a short space of time his keen dark eyes seemed to look her through and through for though he had never shown her any sternness she was quite sure he could and would if she gave him any occasion but for that there was no necessity his requirements being always reasonable and only such as she was fully capable of meeting she had a good mind quick discernment and retentive memory and she was quite resolved to be industrious and to keep her promise to her father to be a good girl in every way. Also, her ambition was aroused to attempt to overtake her brother and Rosie. She was moderately fond of study, but had a decided repugnance to plain sewing, therefore looked ill-pleased enough upon discovering that it was to be numbered among her daily

tasks. I hate sewing, she said with a scowl, and when I'm old enough to do as I please, I'll never touch a needle and thread. It was afternoon of their first school day, and the little girls had just repaired to the schoolroom in obedience to directions, given them on their dismissal for the morning. All the ladies of the family were there, gathering cozily about the fire and the table at which Grandma Elsie was busy cutting out garments that seemed to be intended for a child, yet were of course a heavier material than any of the family, were accustomed to wearing. Perhaps you may change your mind by that time, she answered Lulu, with pleasant tone and smile,

and I hope you will find it more agreeable now than you expect. You are a kind-hearted little girl, I know, and when I tell you these clothes are for a little Indian girl who needs them sadly, I'm quite sure you will be glad to help in making them. Lulu's brow cleared. Yes, ma'am, she said with a little hesitation, if I could sew nicely, but I can't. The more need to learn, then, dear, Mama V is basting a seam for you and will show you how to sew it. And when we all get started, there'll be some nice story read aloud, won't there, Mama? asked Rosie. Yes, your sister Elsie will be the reader today, and the book Scots Lady of the Lake. Oh, how nice, cried Rosie in delight. It's such a lovely book, and Sister Elsie's such a beautiful reader.

In my little sister's opinion, laughed Mrs. Leyland, and that of all present, I presume, said Grandma Rose. I'm fortunate in having so appreciative an audience, returned Elsie Gaily. Lulu had accepted a mute invitation to take a seat by Violet's side. Mama, V, she whispered with heightened color. I can't sew as well as Gracie, and I'm ashamed to have anybody see my poor work. Never mind, dear, we won't show your first attempts, and you will find this coarse, soft muslin, easy to learn on. Violet answered in the same low tone. See, this is the way, taking a few stitches.

Your father told me he wanted his dear little girls to learn every womanly accomplishment. And I feel sure you will do your best to please him, take pains, and you may be able to send him some specimen of your work as a Christmas gift. Would you not enjoy that? Yes, ma'am. Yes, indeed, returned the little girl, setting resolutely to work. Mama, said Gracie, coming to Violet's other side, may and I have some work too? I like sewing better than Lulu does. Aunt Biela taught me to overseam and to him. Then you may help us, little girlie. Violet said, kissing the little fair cheek. But must stop the minute, you begin to feel fatigued,

for I must not let Papa's baby girl wear out her small strength. Presently, all having been supplied with work, the reading began. Everyone seemed able to listen with enjoyment except Lulu, who bent over her task with frowning face, making her needle go in and out

with impatient pushes and jerks. Violet watched the performance furtively for a few minutes, then gently taking the work with her, said in a pleasant undertone. You're getting your stitches too long and too far apart, dear. We will take them out and you shall try again. I can't do it right. I'll never succeed. If I try ever so hard, muttered Lulu impatiently. Oh yes, you will. Return, Violet, with an encouraging smile. Keep trying and you'll be surprised to find how easy it will

grow. The second attempt was quite an improvement upon the first, and under Violets, please look and warm praise, Lulu's ruffled temper smoothed down, and the ugly frown left her face. In the meanwhile, Gracie was handling her needle with the quiet case of one accustomed to its use, making tiny even stitches that quite surprised her new mama. With all her faults, Lulu wasn't capable of envy or jealousy, especially toward her dearly loved brother and sister. And when at the close of the sewing, our Gracie's work was handed about from one to another, received hearty commendation. No one was better pleased than Lulu. Isn't it nice Grandma, I'll see, she said, glancing at a little sister with a flush of pride in her skill. A great deal better than I do,

though she's two years younger. It's only because I couldn't run about and play like Lulu, so I just sat beside Aunt Bula and learned to him and backstitch and run and over seam, said Gracie, but Lulu can do everything else better than I can, and she will soon equal you in that. I trust, said Violet, with a little. affectionate glance from one to the other. I'm quite sure she will if she continues to try as she has done today. And it makes my heart rejoice to see how you love one another, dear children. I think everybody loves Gracie because she's hardly ever naughty, said Lulu. I wish I'd been made so. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of Elsie's New Relations. This is the Libravox recording.

recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by ruhee huck elsie's new relations by martha finley chapter eight where'er i roam whatever realms to see my heart untravelled fondly turns to thee goldsmith how very pretty zo said violet examining her young sister-in-law's work a piece of black satin upon which she was embroidering leaves and flowers in bright-colored silks. Oh, isn't it? cried Lulu in delighted admiration. Mama-vi, I'd like to learn that kind of sewing. So you shall, dear, someday.

But Mama's theory is that plain sewing should be thoroughly mastered first. This has been her plan with all her children, and Rosie has done scarcely any fancy work yet. But Mama has promised to let me learn all I can about it this winter, remarked Rosie with much satisfaction. Mama Zoe said with a blush, I'm afraid I ought to join your plain sewing class. I should be really ashamed to exhibit any of my work in that line.

Well, dear child, I shall be glad to receive you as a pupil if you desire it, Elsie returned, giving her a motherly glance and smile. Hark, exclaimed Zoe, hastily gathering up her work, her cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling with pleasure, I hear Edward Step and voice. And she tripped out of the room. How fond she is of him, Violet remarked, looking after her with a please smile. Yes, said her mother.

It does my heart good to see how they love each other, and I think we are all growing fond of so. Yes, indeed, Mama, came in chorus from her three daughters. I'm sure we are. My husband and I, as well as the rest, added Mrs. Dinsmore. And we, said Elsie Layland laughingly. I really think Mama's new sons are as highly appreciated in the family, as her new daughter and that all three dot upon their new mother mama lester says you are a pattern mother-in-law and i answer of course mama is a pattern in every relation in life my child don't allow

yourself to become a flatterer return her mother gravely zo zo where are you edward was calling from below here she answered running down to meet him i've been in the schoolroom with mama and others she added as she gained his side and looking up brightly into his face as she spoke. Ah, he said, bending down to kiss the ruby lips. I thought you were to be my pupil. Oh, so I am. Except in purely feminine accomplishment. See, holding up her work. I've been busy with this. It was the sewing hour and Sister Elsie read aloud to us while we worked. Ah, yes, I have been reader many a time, while Mama and Sisters plied the needle. How nice. You are such a beautiful reader but she is almost as good not only almost but altogether he returned gaily as he held open the door of her boudoir for her to enter then followed her in i've come now to hear your recitations i suppose you're quite prepared he added drawing up a chair for her and glancing at a pile of books lying on the table

no she said colouring and dropping her eyes with a slightly mortified air i meant to be but so many things happened to interfere i had a letter to write, then some ladies called, and then, well, he said interrogatively, as she paused, colouring still more deeply. I wanted to finish the book I was reading last night. I really couldn't fix my thoughts on stupid lessons until I knew what became of the heroine. Edward standing by her side and looking down at her shook his head gravely. Duties should be attended to first, Zoe, pleasure indulged in afterward. You are talking to me as if I were nothing but a child, she cried indignantly, her cheeks growing hot. The dearest most lovable child in the world, he said,

bending down to stroke her hair and look into her face with laughing eyes. No, sir, I'm your wife. What did you marry me for if you considered me such a child? She cried, with a half-pout on her lip, but love light and the eyes lifted to his. Because I loved you and wanted the right to take care of you, my bonn-mally, my bonnie, my bonnie belle, he said, repeating his caress. And you do the best care of you. in the world, you dear boy, she exclaimed impulsively, throwing her arms about his neck,

and if it will please you, I'll set to work at the lessons now. Then do love, I have letters to write and we will sit here and work side by side. Both worked diligently for an hour or more. They had a merry time over the recitations, then drove together to the nearest village to post Edward's letters and get the afternoon mail for eye on, violet was made happy by a long letter from her husband. She had barely time to glance over it, learning when and where it was written, and that he was well at the time of writing when the tea bell rang. She slipped the precious missive into her pocket with a little sigh of satisfaction and joined the others at the table with a very bright and happy face. She had not been the only fortunate one. Her mother had

cheering news from Herbert and Harold, Mrs. Dinsmore, some sprightly gossipy letters from her sisters Adelaide and May, whose contents furnished. topics of lively discourse in which Violet took part. She had not mentioned her own letter, but at length Edward, noting the brightness of her countenance asked, good news from the Captain V? Yes, thank you, she said. He was well and seemingly in excellent spirits at the time of writing, though he says he misses wife and children sorely. All three of his children towards her with eager questioning looks. Max and Lulu asking, didn't Papa write to us too? He sends you a message, dear, Violet said,

I have not really read the letter yet, but shall do so after supper, and you shall all surely have your share of it. On leaving the table, they followed her to the door of her boudoir. May we come in, Mama Vee? Max asked with a wistful look. Certainly, she answered in a pleasant tone,

though longing to be quite alone while giving her precious letter its final prurusal. I would have you feel as free to come into my apartments, as I always have felt to go into mamas. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable, dears, and you shall hear presently what your papa says. The letter was written on shipboard, brought into New York by another vessel and here mailed to me. Max politely drew up a chair near the light for Violet, another for Lulu, placed Grace's own little rocker close to her mama's side, then stood behind it, prepared to give close attention to the reading of his father's letter.

Violet omitted a little here and there, expressions of tender affection for herself. or something else evidently intended for her eye alone. The captain wrote delightful letters. At least there was such in the esteem of his wife and children. This one provoked to both laughter and tears. He had so amusing a way of relating trivial incidents and some passages were so tenderly affectionate. But something near the close brought an anxious, troubled look

to Max's face, a frown to Lulu's brow. It was this. Tell Max and Lulu, I wish each of them to keep her down. for my inspection, writing down every evening what have been the doings and happenings of the day as regards themselves, their studies, their pleasures, their conduct also, Max telling of himself, Lulu of herself, just as they would, if sitting on my knee and answering the questions. What have you been busy about today? Have you been attentive to your studies, respectful and obedient to those in charge of you? Have you tried to do your duty toward God and man? They need

not show anyone at eye on what they write. I shall trust to their truthfulness and honesty, not to represent themselves as better than they are, not to hide their faults from the father who cares to know of them, only that he may help his dear children to live right and be happy, ah, if they but knew how I love them, and how it grieves and troubles me when they go astray. Max's face brightened at those closing sentences. Luloo softened for a moment, but then as Violet folded the letter, I don't want to, she burst out. Why does Papa say we must do such things? He tells you, dear, did you not notice?

Said Violet. He says he wishes to know your faults in order to help you to correct them. And don't you think it will help you to avoid wrongdoing? To resist temptation? The remembrance that it must be confessed to your dear father and will grieve him very much. Is it not kind in him to be willing to bear that pain for the sake of doing you good? Lulu did not answer, but Max said, yes indeed, Mama V. And oh, I hope I'll never have to make you.

his heart ache over my wrongdoings, but I don't know how to keep a diary. Nor I, either, added Lulu. But you can learn, dear, as Violet said, I will help you at the start. You can each give a good report of the day's conduct, I'm sure. The keeping of a diary will be very improving to you in a literary way, teaching you to express your thoughts readily in writing, and that, I presume, is one thing your father has in view. But it will be just like writing compositions and that I always did hate, cried Lulu vehemently. Not exactly, said Max, because you don't have to make up anything only to tell real happenings and doings that you haven't had time to forget. And I think you will soon find it making the

writing of compositions easier, remarked Violet with an encouraging smile. It must be the same as having to write a composition every day, grumbled Lulu. I wish Papa wouldn't be so hard on us. I have to study lessons a whole hour every evening, and then it'll take ever so long to write that, and I shall not have a bit of time to play. I wish I could write, little Gracie said with a half sigh. If I could, I'd like to talk that way to Papa. You shall learn, darling, Violet said, caressing her with gentle fondness. Would you like to begin now?

Oh yes, Mama, cried the child eagerly. Then bring me your slate, and I will set you a copy. Vax and Lulu, would you like to bring your writing desk? here and let me give you any help you may need. Both assented to the proposal with thanks and were presently seated near her, each with an open desk, a fresh sheet of paper spread upon it, a pen in hand. I think that until you are a little used to the business, it would be well to compose first with a pencil, then copy in ink remarked violet. And here, taking it from her drawer and writing desk as she spoke, is some printing paper which takes pencil mark much better than the

more highly glazed paper which we use ordinarily in writing letters. She gave each of them a pile of neatly cut sheets and a nicely sharpened pencil. They thanked her and Max said to work at once. Lulu said playing with her pencil, her eyes on the carpet. I don't know how to begin, she exclaimed presently in an impatient tone. What shall I say first, Mama wee, write down the date and then, suppose you dictate to me, if that will be any easier? Thank you, ma'am.

I think it would till I get into the way of it, Lulu said, handing over her paper and pencil with a sigh of relief. Now, said Violet encouragingly, just imagine that you are sitting on your papa's knee and answering the question. What have you been doing all day? As soon as I was dressed and ready for breakfast, I went to Grandma Elsie's dressing room along with Rosie and the others to say Bible verses and hear Grandma Elsie talk about them and pray. Will that do, Mama V? Very nicely, dear. it is just what your papa wants, I think. Lulu's brow cleared, and she went on stating briefly the doings of the now-closing day

in the due order of their succession, while it's been nearly keeping pace with her tongue. And here we are, Max and Gracie and I, sitting with Mama Vee in a boudoir, and she is writing for me the words I tell her, and I'm to copy them off tomorrow, was the concluding sentence of this first entry in the Little Girl's diary. Will you hear mine, Mama Vee, and tell me if it will do ask Max and relax Max and receiving permission, read it aloud. It is very good indeed, Max, Violet said. Good and true report and well expressed. Now, if you and Lulu choose, you may bring your books here and study your lessons for tomorrow, and if you need help from me, I shall give it with pleasure. But Mama V,

it will be very dull for you to stay up here with us while the rest of the grown-up people are having a nice time together in the parlour, said Max. You are very kindly thoughtful, Max, returned Violet with a please look. But I don't care to go downstairs for some time yet. Gracie begins to look weary, so I shall help her to bed and then answer your father's letter. Can't you imagine that I may prefer to talk to him for a little rather than to anyone else, if only with pen, ink and paper,

she added, with a charming blush and smile? Oh, yes indeed. For I know you're very fond of him, and I don't wonder, for I think he's the best and handsomest man in the world, cried Max, enthusiastically, and both Lulu and Gracie said, so do I. Then we are all agreed so far, Laugh, we. Come, Gracie, darling, I will be your maid tonight. Oh, no, no, Mama, not by maid, but my dear sweet pretty mama returned the little one, throwing her arms round violet's neck and kissing her with ardent affection. Lulu had risen to go for her books, but paused to say,

with a slight effort and heightened color, yes, Mama, we, you are sweet and pretty and very, very kind to us. The child was by no means devoid of gratitude, though her pride and prejudice were hard to conquer. Expressions of gratitude and affection toward their young stepmother were far less frequent from her than from her brother and sister, but were perhaps all the more valued because of their rarity. Thank you, dear return, Violet, happy tears glistening in her eyes. If I am, it is because I love you for both your own and your father's sake. She knew his heart always rejoiced in every demonstration of affection from his children toward her. And in the letter she presently began writing,

she recounted all that had been shown her that evening and also others carefully treasured up in her memory for that purpose. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org, read by Ruhi Huck.

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 9. The sober comfort all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things. On these small cares of, daughter, wife or friend, the almost sacred joys of hope, penned. Hannah Moore. Mrs. Elsie Traveller and her family were greatly beloved in their own neighborhood, and as there had been no opportunity hitherto, for showing attention to the three young married ladies or any one of them, there was quite an influx of callers for a week or two after the return to Ion, and these calls were presently succeeded by a round of dinner and evening parties given in their honour. The death of Mr. Love having a

occurred within the year, Zoe, of course, declined all such invitations, and it was only occasionally that Edward could be persuaded to go without her. Violet accepted when it would have been deemed impolite or unkind to decline, but scarcely, yet more than a bride, she felt a trifle fall on going into society without her husband, and much preferred the quiet and seclusion of home. This was to the advantage of the children. Max and Lulu, thereby gaining much assistance with their evening studies. Gracie, a great deal of motherly care and petting. So the duty of representing the family at these social gatherings devolved largely upon Lester and Elsie Leyland, who laughingly declared themselves martyrs to the social reputation

of the family. A very nice way to be martyed, I think, said Rosie. I only wish they'd have the politeness to include me in their invitations. It would do you little good, remarked Mr. dinsmore, since you would not be allowed to accept. Are you quite sure, Grandpa, that Mama wouldn't allow it? She asked with an arch look up into his face, quite, since she never allows anything which I do not approve. Well, Rosie said, seating herself upon his knee and putting an arm around his neck, I believe it isn't worthwhile to fret about it, since, as I'm not invited, I couldn't

go anyhow. A sensible conclusion, he returned laughingly, fretting is. an unprofitable business at any time. Ordinarily, I should be very much of Rosie's opinion, Zoe said aside to her husband, for I was always fond of parties, but of course, just now I couldn't take the least pleasure in them, and she hastily brushed away a tear.

No, love, I'm sure you could not, he said, tenderly clasping the little hand she had laid in his, but the truest, purest happiness is found at home, and he added with a smile, It is quite to the advantage of your plans for study that society can claim so little of your time and strength at present. You are doing so nicely that I am proud of my pupil. She flushed with pleasure, but with a roguish smile

and shaking her finger warningly at him. Take care, she said. Don't let the husband be lost in the tutor. Or, I shall. What? Go over to Grandpa? Oh, no, no, she cried. Snatching her hand from his grasp and,

both in mimic horror. What are you two chatting so cozily about in that far-off corner? asked Mrs. Layland's cheery voice from the midst of the larger group at the farther side of the room. It's merely a little private confab between man and wife in which the public can have no interest, returned Edward. Quite a mistake. So far as this part of the public is concerned, said his mother, her soft brown eyes gazing lovingly upon them. But she won't pry into your secrets.

only invite you to join our circle when you have finished your private chat. For some weeks, all went well with our little friends at Ion. The family machinery worked smoothly with no jarring or jostling, everybody in good humor and behaving kindly toward everybody else. Max and Lulu made good progress in their studies and were able to give a good report of each day in their diaries, which of their own accord they brought each evening to Violet for her inspection. She reminded them that they were not required to do so, but they answered that they preferred it.

They wanted to know if she thought they were representing themselves as better than they really were. She was glad to be able to answer with truth that she did not think so, and that she could report them to their father as worthy of all praise in regard to both conduct and diligence in study. You have both been so pleasant tempered, she remarked in conclusion. Lulu neither grumbling nor so much as, looking sour over her tasks, or even the sewing lessons, which I know are particularly distasteful to her. Dear child, you have been very good, and I know it will rejoice your father's heart to hear

it, she added, kissing the little girl's cheek. Lulu's face flushed and her eyes shone. Mrs. Crimp had been always ready to blame, never to praise, but with Mama Wee, it was just the other way. She was almost blind to false, but particularly keen-sighted where virtues were were concerned. Violet turned toward Max to find him regarding her with wistful longing looks. Well, what is it, Max, my dear boy? She asked half-laughingly. Don't be partial, Mama Vee, he answered. I do believe a boy likes a kiss from a sweet pretty lady that he has a right to care for, quite as well as a girl does. Then come and get it, she said, offering her lips. Max, you may feel as free always to ask for it, as if I were your own mother or sister.

Edward had perhaps the most trying pupil of all. She had done well at first, but as the novelty of the undertaking Waroff lost her interest and now found so many excuses for not being prepared at the proper time for a recitation, and if he so much as looked grave over the failure, was so hurt and felt herself so ill-used, that an extra amount of coaxing and petting became necessary to restore her to cheerfulness and good humour. he was growing very weary of it all and at times felt tempted to cease trying to improve the mind of his little wife but no he could not do that if he would have her a fit companion for him intellectually as well as in other respects for though she had naturally a fine mind its cultivation had been sadly neglected he opened his heart to his mother on the subject and treating her advice in assistance but without finding fault with zo Elsie would hardly have listened for a moment to that, and she confronted him with words of

encouragement to persevere in his own efforts and promises to aid him in every way in her power. In pursuance of that object she put in Zoe's way and recommended to her notice books that would be likely to interest and at the same time instruct her also considered her needs as well as those of her own pupils in making her selections for the afternoon readings in the schoolroom. There was much gained by the childwife in these ways, and also from the conversation of the highly educated and intelligent older members of the family of which she had now become a part. She was very desirous to become their equal in these respects, especially for Edward's sake. But she was so much used to self-indulgence, so unaccustomed to self-control, that her good resolutions were made only to be broken till she herself was nearly ready to give up in despair. She was alone in her own apartments one afternoon, an hour or more after dismissing her pupils to their play, when Zoe came to her with flush cheeks, quivering lips and eyes full of tears.

What is wrong with you, my little daughter? Elsie asked in tender motherly tones, as she looked up into the troubled face. Oh, Mama, I don't know what to do. I wish you could help me, cried Zoe, dropping upon her knees at Elsie's feet and hiding her face on her lap. The tears falling fast now, mingled with sobs. Only tell me what is wrong, dear, and you shall have the help I can give, Elsie said, smoothing the weeper's fair hair with soft caressing hand. Edward is vexed with me, sobbed zo. I know he is, although he didn't say a word, but he looked so grave and walked away without speaking.

Perhaps he was not vexed with you, dear. It may have been merely that he was deep in thought about something that had no connection with the little wife, whom as I very well know he loves very dearly. No, Mama, it wasn't that. He had come in to hear me recite, and I was so interested in my fancy work that I'd forgotten to watch the time and hadn't looked at the lessons.

So I told him and said I was sorry, I wasn't ready for him, and he didn't answer a word, but just looked at me as grave as a judge and turned round and walked out of the room. Surely, my dear Zoe, Edward does not insist upon his little wife learning lessons whether she's willing or not, Elsie said inquiringly with a gentle caress.

Oh, no, no, Mama, it has been my own choice, and I have no wish to give it up, but somehow there is always something interfering with my studying. Somebody calls, or I'm inclined for a ride, a drive, or a walk, or I get engaged in sewing, or fancy work, or my music, or a storybook that's too interesting to lay down till I reach the end. Mama, I often wonder how it is that you find time for all these things and many others beside. Shall I tell you the secret of managing it, dear? Elsie asked with an affectionate look and smile into the tear-stained face, now uplifted to hers. Zoe gave an eager assent and Elsie went on. It lies in doing things systematically, always putting duties first, giving to each its set time and letting the pleasures come in

afterward. If I were you, my dear, I should have a regular study hour, putting it early in the day before callers begin to come. And I should not allow it to be lightly interfered with. No stitch should be taken in fancy work. No novel opened. No story paper glanced at until each lesson for the day was fully prepared. Zoe's face had brightened very much as she listened. Oh, Mama, I see that it is just the way to do it, she cried,

clapping her hands with glee, and I'll begin at once. I'll think over all the daily duties and make out a regular program. and strive earnestly to carry it out, you would say, yet not in your own strength alone, Elsie added, as Zoe paused leaving her sentence unfinished. Yes, Mama, she responded in a more serious tone, and now I'll run back to my room and try to be ready for Edward when he comes in again.

She set herself to her tasks with unwanted determination to give her whole mind to them. Edward came in at length and was greeted with a bright look, and the announcement in a tone of great satisfaction. I'm quite ready for you now. I've been thinking we might perhaps as well give it up, Zoe. I've been thinking we might perhaps as well give it up, so, he answered gravely, at least for the present,

until you are done working upon those very fascinating Christmas things. Oh no, don't, she said, flushing and looking ready to cry. Try me a little longer, Ned. I've been talking with Mama, and I'm really going to. turn over a new leaf and do just as she advises ah if you have taken mamma into your counsels there is some hope he said in a tone of hearty approval but we will have to put off the recitations until after tea i must drive over to the oaks to see uncle horace about a business matter and i just came up to ask you to go along oh i'll be happy to she cried joyously

pushing the books aside and starting to her feet and it won't take me a minute to dawn hat and cloak. He caught her in his arms as she was rushing past him and kissing her on cheek and lips, asked in tender tones. Have I made you unhappy this afternoon, my love, my darling? Yes, for a little while, but I deserved it, Ned, and I don't mind it now if. If only you love your foolish, careless little wife, as well as ever in spite of all her false. I love you dearly, dearly, my one own peculiar treasure, he responded, with another caress of ardent affection as he let her go. She was gay and happy as a bird during their drive and full of enthusiasm in regard to her new plan, explaining it to Edward and asking his advice about the

best division of her time, how much should be allotted to this duty and how much to that. I mean to rise earlier, she said, and if I can't get time in that way, for all I want to do, I'll shorten my rides and walks. I'm not going to have your health sacrificed, even to mental improvement, and certainly not to fancy work. I shall insist on plenty of rest and sleep and abundance of exercise in the open air for the dear little woman I have taken charge of. Then, sir, you're not to be cross if the studies are not attended to. They will be, if put before, novels, and other equally unnecessary employments. well i've said they shall be in future oh ned and she nestled closer to his side looking up lovingly into his face it's ever so nice to have somebody to take care of me and love me as you do

how could i ever do without papa who always petted me so if i hadn't had you i hope you may never find out i hope i may be spared to take care of you as long as you need me little wife he said pressing her closer to his side rosy met them in the hall on their return to ion it's almost tea-time zo she said i think you'll not have any too much time for changing your dress then i must needs make haste returned zo tripping up the stairs edward who was taking off his overcoat turned a rather surprised inquiring glance upon his little sister oh yes she said laughingly i had a reason for hurrying her away because i want to tell you something cousin ronald Lilburn is coming. Maybe he will be here by tomorrow. Mama heard he wasn't well and she wrote and invited him to come and spend the winter with us and she's just had a letter saying he will come. Aren't you glad, Ned? I'm very well pleased, Rosie, but why shouldn't Zoe have heard your announcement? Because I wanted to warn you first not to tell her on the Raymond's or the Raymond's something. You know what? That must be kept secret at first if we want to have some fun. Oh yes,

said with a good-humoured laugh, oh, I think you may trust me not to tell. And how about all the others, Walter especially? Oh, he doesn't remember anything about it. And Grandpa and Mama and all the rest have promised not to tell. And you are quite sure Rosie may be trusted not to let the secret slip out unintentionally? He asked, pinching her round nose, Rosie cheek. I hope so, she said, laughing and running away. Opening the library door and seeing Lulu there, up in the corner of a sofa with a book, she stepped in, shutting the door behind her. Lulu looked up. Shall I disturb you if I talk? asked Rose. I'm ready to listen, answered Lulu, half-closing her book. What have you to say? Oh, that cousin Ronald Lilburn is coming.

And I'm ever so glad as you would be, too. If you knew him, I never heard of him. Said Lulu, is he a boy? Is he older than Max? I should think so, cried Rosie with a merry laugh. He has grown up sons and he looks a good deal older than Grandpa. Poor, then why should I care about his coming? exclaimed Lulu in a tone of mingled with patience and content. Why? Because he's very nice and kind to us, children, and tells us the loveliest stories about the brownies in Scotland and about Bruce and Wallace and the Black Douglas and Robin Hood and his merry men and, oh, I can't tell you what all. Oh, that must be ever so nice, cried Lulu. Now, as much pleased and interested in the news of the expected arrival as Rosie could retire.

End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org read by Ruhi Huck. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 10 in which the children have some fun. In the uppermost story of the house at Ion was a large playroom furnished with a great variety of toys and games, indeed almost everything that could be thought of for the amusement of the young folks from Walter up to Max. But the greatest delight of the last named was in the deft handling of the tools in an adjoining apartment called the Boy's Workroom, where he found abundance of materials to work upon.

holly scroll and fret soars and a well-stocked tool chest edward had given him a few lessons at the start and now he had become so expert as to be turning out some really beautiful pieces of carving which he intended to give to his friends at christmas lulu too was learning scroll-sawing and thought it far preferable to any sort of needlework sometimes more enjoyable than playing with her dolls they were there together one afternoon both for busy and chatting and laughing as they worked. Max, said Lulu, I'm determined to learn to do scroll sawing and carving just as well as ever I can and make lovely things. Maybe I can contrive new patterns or designs or whatever they call him and after a while, make ever so much money enough to pay for my clothes and everything so that Papa won't have to spend any of his money on me.

Why, Lulu, exclaimed her brother, do you think Papa grudges the money he spends on you? or any of us? No, I know he doesn't. She returned vehemently. But can't you understand that I'd like him to have more to spend on himself? Oh, said Max, well, that's right, I'm sure, and very thoughtful for a little girl like you. I do think you're splendid in some ways, Lou. And whether you make money by it or not, it will be a good thing to learn to do this work well. Papa says, knowledge is power. And the more things we know how to do, the more independent and useful we will be. Just then the door opened, and Zoe in writing, hat and habit put in her head.

Max, I'm going to ride into the village, she said, and Edward can't go with me as he intended, will you? Yes, Aunt Zoe, of course, if you want me, answered the boy promptly, stopping his saw and springing to his feet, for he was much gratified by the invitation. I'll get ready as fast as I can't, won't take over five minutes. Thank you. I'll wait for you in the parlour, said Zoh. Lulu, would you like to go to?

No, thank you. I had a ride this morning, and now I want to finish this. Max had left the room and Zoe drawing nearer to Lulu, exclaimed at the beauty of her work. Why, I never should have dreamed you could do it so well, she said, I don't believe I could. Lulu's face flushed with pleasure, but she said modestly, perhaps you'd find if you could try that you could do it better. You do everything else better than I do. Quite a mistake, returned Zoe, though I ought to as I'm so much older. But there, I dare say, Max is ready and waiting for me.

So goodbye. They met in the lower hall. Already, Max, she asked. Yes, no, I must ask leave. And he ran into the parlour where the ladies of the family were sitting. It was of Grandma Elsie, he asked permission, and it was given at once. Thank you, ma'am, he said. Can I do anything for you in the town, ladies?

yes said violet i've just broken a crochet needle you may get me one to replace it so she went on to give him directions about the size and where he would be likely to find it then taking some money from her purse this is sure to be more than enough she said but you may keep the change i don't want pay for doing an errand for you returned the boy coloring it's a great pleasure it would be even if papa had not told me to wait on you and do all i could to fill his place i don't mean it as pay my dear boy violet answered with a pleased look but haven't i right to make a little present now and then to the children who call me mamma max's face brightened yes ma'am i suppose so he said, thank you. I'll take it willingly enough if it isn't pay, and I'm very proud to be trusted to buy something for you. Edward was helping Zoe into the saddle as Max came hurrying out. Take good care of her, Max, he said. I'm trusting you and Tom there with my chiefest treasure. I'll do my best, Max said, mounting his pony, which Tom the colored boy was holding. Me too, Mars uttered, there shan't nothing hurt, Miss Zoe. Added the latter, giving Max the bridle, then

mounting a third horse and falling behind the others as they cantered down the avenue. A little beyond the gate, the family carriage passed them. Mr. Dinsmore and a strange gentleman in sight. Company remarked Zoe, I wonder who he is. And if he's come to stay any time, I think Grandpa drove into the city in season to meet the afternoon train. Yes, I know he did, said Max. Max had now learned to write quite well and felt himself very nearly a man as he escorted Zoe to the village and arrived there, went with her from store to store, executed Violet's commission, then having assisted Zoe into the saddle, remounted and returned with her to Ion. It was very near the tea hour when they reached home.

Zoe went directly to her own apartments to change her dress, but Max, without even waiting to take off his overcoat, hastened into the parlour to hand the crochet needle to Violet. The ladies were all there, Rosie too, and Mr. Dinsmore, and an elderly gentleman who Max at once recognized as the one he had seen in the carriage that afternoon. He shook hands very kindly with the boy as Mr. Dinsmore introduced them. Cousin Ronald, this is Max Raymond. Mr. Lilburn, Max, ah, ha, ha, ah, ah, a fine-looking lad, Mr. Lilburn said, still holding the boy's hand in a kindly grasp and gazing with evident interest

into the bright young face. I trust you and I are going to be good friends, Max. I'm no so young myself as I once was, but I like the company of the blithe young lads and lasses. Thank you, sir, said Max, coloring with pleasure. Rosie says you tell splendid stories about Wallace and the Bruce and Robin Hood and his merry men, and now I shall enjoy them ever so much.

As he finished his sentence, Max colored more deeply than before, and at the same time, hastily trusting his right hand deep into the pocket on that side of the overcoat, for a peculiar sound like the cry of a young puppy seemed to come from it at that instant, much to the boy's discomfitter and astonishment. What is that? What have you got there, Max? asked little Walter, picking up his ears, while Violet asked with an amused look, have you been making an investment in livestock, Max? A query that seemed all the more natural and appropriate as the cluck of a hen came from the pocket on the other side of the overcoat. Down went the left hand into that. No, Mama, we, they're not in my pockets, returned the boy

with a look of great bewilderment. No, to be sure not, said Mr. Lilburn, and the hen clucked behind Violet's chair, and the pup's cry was heard coming from underneath a heap of crocheting in Mrs. Tinsmore's lap, fairly starting her into uttering a little cry of surprise and dismay and swinging to her feet. Then everybody laughed, Rosie clapping her hands with delight, and Max glanced from one to another, more mystified than ever. Never mind, Max, said Violet. It's pain, you are not the culprit who brought such unwelcome in true desire. Run up to your room now and make yourself ready for tea. Max obeyed, but looking back from the doorway, said, shall I send one of the servants to turn out the hen and carry away the pup? Never mind, we'll

attend to it, said Mr. Dinsmore. I'll find him. I can carry that pup out, said Walter, getting down from his grandpa's knees and beginning a vigorous search for it, the older people watching him with much amusement. At length, having satisfied himself that neither it nor the head was in the room, he concluded that there must be in Max's overcoat pockets and told him so the moment he returned. No, they are not, unless someone has put them there since I went upstairs, said Max. But I don't believe in them, Walter. I think they were only make-believe.

How make-believe? Asked the little fellow in perplexity. Ask Mr. Lilburn. Come explain yourself, young man, said that gentleman laughingly. I've heard of ventriloquists, sir, said Max. I don't know if you are one. But as pup and hen could only be heard and not seen, I think it must have been a ventriloquist's work.

But you don't know for certain, said Rosie coming to his side. And please don't say anything to Zoe or Lulu or Gracie. about it. I won't, he said, as the door opened and the three entered, Zoe having overtaken the two little girls on their way downstairs after being dressed for the evening by the careful and expert, Agnes. Mama, do I look nice enough for your little girl? Ask Gracie going to Violet's side. Very nice and sweet, my darling. Was the whispered reply, accompanied by a tender caress. Walter hardly waiting until the necessary introductions were over burst out eagerly. Zoe, do you know where that pup is?

What pup, she asked. I don't know his name. Well, what about him? I thought he was in Max's pocket, but he wasn't, and neither was the hen. The tea bell rang at that instant, and Rosie, putting her lips to Walter's ear, whispered, to keep quiet about it and we'll have some fun. Will we? He asked with a look of mingled wonder and pleasure, then I'll keep quiet.

All through the meal, Walter was on the creepy way for the fun. but there was none beyond a few deaths and pleasantries, which were by no means unusual in their cheerful family circle. There wasn't a bit of fun, Rosie, he complained to her, after all, had returned to the parlour. Wait a little, she answered. Perhaps it will come yet. Before I have to go to bed? I hope so. Suppose you go and tell Cousin Ronald you want some fun. He knows how to make it, to be sure to whisper it in his ear.

Walter did as directed. Wait a wee, Bernie. and see what will happen, Cousin Ronald answered in an undertone with a low, pleasant laugh, as he lifted the little fellow to his knee. Mr. Dinsmore sat near at hand. The ladies had gathered about the centre table with their work, while Lester Leyland and Edward Traveller hovered near their wives, the one with a newspaper, the other merely watching the busy fingers of the fair workers, and making jesting comments upon what they were doing. But presently there was a sudden commotion in their midst, one after another, springing from her chair with a startled cry and trying to dodge what,

from the sound, seemed to be an enormous bumblebee circling round and round their heads, and in and out among them. Buzz, buzz, buzz! Surely never bumblebee buzzed so loud before. Oh, catch it! Kill it Edward, cried so, with a half-frantic rush to the farther side of the room. Oh, here it comes after me. It's settling on my hair. Oh, no, dear, it isn't. There is nothing, really nothing there. there, Edward said soothingly, yet with a laugh, for a second thought had told him the real cause of the disturbance. I believe it's gone, she said, drawing a long breath of relief as she turned her head this way and that.

But where did it go to? And how strange, who want to be flying about this time of year? The other ladies exchanging, amused glances and smiles were drawing round the table again when a loud, cluck, cluck came from beneath it. Oh, there she is. There's the old hen. Max, brought, cried Walter, springing from Mr. Lilburn's knee to run to the table. Stooping down, he peered under it. Why? No, she's not there. He said in wonder and disappointment.

Ah, yonder she is. Behind that window curtain, as cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck came from a distant corner. Max, Max, catch her quick before she gets away. Max ran in hastily drew aside the curtain. There was nothing there, as Walter, Lulu and Gracie, who had all rushed to the spot, perceived with amazes. Hark, said Mr. Dinsmore, and as a death-like silence fell upon the room, the cluck, cluck, cluck distinctly heard from the hall. Outrushed the children and searched its whole length, but without finding the intruder.

Back they came to report their failure. Then dogs big and little barked and growled, now here, now there. Little pigs squealed, gads me out, and mice squealed from the corners, under sofas and chairs in the ladies' laps, in the gentleman's pockets. yet not one could be seen. For a while, it made a great deal of sport, but at length little feeble Gracie drew frightened and nervous, and running to Mama V,

hit her head in her lap with a burst of tears and sobs. That put an end to the fun and frolic, everybody sobered down instantly and kept very quiet, while Grandpa didn't smoke, carefully explained to the little weeper that cousin Ronald had made all the sounds which had so excited and alarmed her, and that there was really nothing in the room.

that could hurt or annoy her. She lifted her head at last, wiped away her tears, and with a laugh that was half a sop-set, I'll stop crying then, but I'm afraid everybody thinks I'm a great baby. Oh no, dear, said Grandma, Elsie. We all know that if our little girlie is easily troubled, it is because she's not well and strong like the rest of us.

And I must beg your pardon for frightening you so, my wee bit Bonnie Lassie, said Mr. Lilburn, stroking her head, I'll try to atone for it one of these days by telling you and the other bands the finest stories I know. The promise called forth from the young folks a chorus of thanks and exclamations of delight. Walter adding, won't you please tell one now, Cousin Ronald, to comfort Gracie? A very disinterested request, no doubt, my little son, Elsie said laughingly, as she rose and took his hand to lead him from the room. but it's high time both you and Gracie were in your nests.

So bid good night and we will go. End of chapter 10. Section 11 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. Read by Ruhi Huck. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley,

Chapter 11 At Christmas play and make good cheer for Christmas comes, but once a year, Tessa. It was the day before Christmas. When do our holidays begin, Mama? Asked Rosie, as she put her books neatly away in her desk after the last morning recitation. Now, my child, we will have no tasks this afternoon. Instead, I give my five little folks an invitation to drive into the city with me. How many will accept?

I thank you, ma'am, and I and I came in joyous stones from one and another, for all were in the room, and not one indifferent to the delight of a visit to the city, especially just at this time, when the stores were so full of pretty things. Besides, who could fail to enjoy a drive with the kind, sweet lady, some of them called Mama, others, Grandma, Elsie? Then, you may all be ready to start immediately after dinner, she said, glancing around upon them with a benign smile. It was a still bright day, mild for the season, no snow on the ground to make a sleigh ride possible. But the roads were good. They had fine horses, plenty of wraps,

and the ride in the softly cushioned, easy rolling carriage, whose large plate glass windows gave them a good view of the country first, then of the streets and shop windows of the city, was found very enjoyable. They were not afraid to jest, laugh and be as merry as health, freedom from care, youthful spirits and pleasing anticipations from the morrow inclined them to be. Most of the Christmas shopping had been done days before, but some orders were left with grocers and confectioners, and Grandma Elsie treated generously to bonbons.

She allowed her children much greater latitude in such matters than her father had permitted her in her early years. The ion carriage had scarcely turned out of the avenue on its way to the city when one of the parlors became the scene of great activity in mirth. A large Christmas tree was brought in and set up by the men's servants. Then Lester and his Elsie, Violet, Edward and Zoe proceeded to trim it. That done, they gave their attention to the adorning with evergreens, the walls of that and several other rooms, completing their labours and closing the doors upon the tree

some time before the return of the children. We shall have scarcely more than time to dress for tea, Grandma Elsie said, as the carriage drew up at the door. So go directly to your rooms, my dears. Are you very tired, little Gracie? No, ma'am, just a wee bit, said the child. I'm getting so much stronger, and we've had such a nice time, Grandma, Elsie. I'll carry you upstairs, little missy, said Tom, the servant man,

who opened the door for them, picking her up as she spoke. bring her in here tom violet said speaking from the door of her dressing-room and will you come in too lulu dear violet was very careful never to give lulu an order her wishes when addressing her were always expressed in the form of a request lulu complied at once tom stepping back for her to enter first she was in high good-humour having enjoyed her drive extremely mamma v she exclaimed we've had a splendid time it's just delightful to be taken out by grandma else Yes, I have always found it so, said Violet. And how has your papa's baby girl enjoyed herself, drawing Gracie toward her, as Tom set her down and taking off her hat? Oh, ever so much, Mama, how beautiful you look. I wish Papa was here to see you. That's just what I was thinking, said Lulu.

You are beautiful, Mama V, and then you always wear such very pretty and becoming things. I am glad you approve my tasting dress. Violet said laughing. And what do you think of those? With a slight motion of her hand in the direction of the bed. Both little girls turn to look. Then with a little cry of surprise and delight, hastened to give a closer inspection to what they saw there. Two pretty dresses of soft, fine white cashmere evidently intended for them, each with sash and ribbons lying on it.

Lulu's of rose pink, Gracie's a delicate shade of. Blue. Oh, Mama V, are they for us? exclaimed Lulu. They were bought and made expressively for my two dear little girls, for them to wear tonight, said Violet. Do they suit your taste? Tears? They are just beautiful. My dear, sweet, pretty mama, cried Gracie, running to her and half-smothering her with hugs and kisses. There, Pat, that will do, said Violet, laughing as she returned a hearty kiss, then gently disengaged the child's arms from her neck. We must make haste to array you in them before the tea bell rings. And taking Gracie's hands, she led her toward the bell.

Lulu was standing there soothing down the folds of her new dress and noting with a thrill of pleasure how prettily the rich sash and ribbons contrasted with its creamy whiteness. Mama V, she said, looking up into her young stepmother's face, her expression, a mixture of penitence and gratitude. How good you and Grandma Elsie are to me? Indeed, everybody here is good for me, though I am so bad-tempered. You have been very good of late, dear, Violet said, bending down to kiss her forehead,

and it is a dear delight to me to do all I can to make my husband's children happy. Agnes now came to Violet's assistance. When the tea bell rang a few minutes later, the two little girls were quite ready to descend. with their mama to the supper room. Grandma Elsie looked in on her way down and Violet said sportively, See, Mama, I have my dolls dressed. Yes, Elsie returned with a smile. You were always fond of dressing dolls and passing a hand over Gracie's curls

and touching Lulu's cheek caressingly with the other. These are better worth eight than any you have had here to four. Grandma Elsie said Lulu in a fearless, straightforward way and gazing with earnest affectionate scrutiny, into the fair face. You don't look as if you could be mother to Mama V and Aunt Elsie and Uncle Edward. Why, my child, laughed the lady addressed. Can't you see a resemblance? Oh yes, Mama, but you look so young, not so very much older than they do. They were now passing through the upper hall. Walter had hold of his mother's hand and Rosie had just joined them. That is true, she remarked, and I am so glad of it.

I couldn't bear to have my dear beautiful mama grow old and wrinkled and gray. Yet it will have to be someday, Rosie, unless she's laid away out of sight before the time comes for those changes. The mother answered with gentle gravity. There were various exclamations of surprise and pleasure from the children as they entered the supper room. Its walls were beautifully trimmed with evergreens and bouquets of hot house flowers adorned the table, filling the air with delicious fragrance. When the meal was over, all adjourned to the parlour usually occupied by them were not entertaining company.

This too they found trimmed with evergreens. And while the children were looking about and commenting upon the taste displayed in their arrangement, the folding doors communicating with another parlour was suddenly thrown open, disclosing the grand achievement of the afternoon. The beautiful Christmas tree, tall, widespreading, glittering with lights and tinsel on. ornaments, gorgeous and gay colors, and every branch loaded down with gifts. It was greeted with a burst of admiration and applause. What a beauty, cried Rosie and Lulu, clapping their hands.

And how large, exclaimed Max, three times as big as any I ever saw before. Walter and Gracie were no less enthusiastic in their admiration. May we go close up, Mama? asked the latter. Yes, course we may, said Walter seizing her hand. We'll walk around it and look hard at the things, but not touch him. older people followed the lead of the little ones and the tree was thoroughly examined by many pairs of eyes gazed at from every point of view and highly extolled before the work of despoiling it was begun the gifts were far too many to mention in detail the older people seemed much pleased with some easels brackets and picture frames carved for them by max and lulu and with specimens of zos and rosy's handiwork in another line also with some little gems of art from the bed or brushes of lester Elsie and Violet, while the children were made happy with presents suited to their years and taste of each.

Lulu was almost wild with delightable set of pink coral, as nearly like that she had lost by her misconduct some months before, as Grandma Elsie had been able to find. Then there was a beautiful, thoroughly furnished workbox from Mama V with actually a gold thimble in it to encourage her in learning to sew. One for Gracie also exactly like it, except that the Lulu's was lined with red satin and graces with blue. Each had beside a new doll with a neat little trunk packed full of clothes made to fit it and a box filled with pretty things to make up into doll clothes. Max was greatly surprised and delighted by finding himself the possessor of a watch doubly valuable to him as his father's gift. The gold thimbles of the little girls were also from

Papa. They had a number of other presents but these were what they valued. most highly. It took quite a good while to distribute the gifts and for each to examine and admire all his own and those of his neighbours. Then Gracie tired with excitement and the long drive of the afternoon was ready to go to bed. Mama V went with her, as was her custom and Max and Lulu followed. They had grown quite fond of violets, half-sisterly, half-motherly talks with them at the close of the day, and to her it was a source of deep joy and thankfulness, that she could perceive that she was influencing them her dear husband's tenderly loved offspring for good she warmly sympathized in their pleasure tonight chatted with them about what they had given and received praising highly the picture frame and easel they had presented her and in regard to the entries to be made in each of their diaries she left them in her boudoir busy with these when she returned to the parlour oh max cried lulu how different mamma v is from aunt beulah

I should think so, said Max. Must have been made of a different kind of dust. We weren't so well off and happy last Christmas Eve, no, indeed, Gracie and I wanted a Christmas tree ever so much and begged and coaxed for one, even if it was but a wee bit of a thing, but she wouldn't let us have it, said it was just nonsense and a wicked waste. Just like her, remarked Max, in a tone of mingled aversion and condescension, and contempt. But don't let's talk about her. I'd rather think of pleasanter subjects. Wasn't it

splendid in Papa to give me this watch? Pulling it out and gazing on it with pride and delight. Isn't it a beauty? Yes, and I'm as glad as I can be. That you have it, Max. Lulu responded affectionately. And wasn't it good in him to give gold thimbles to Gracie and me? I shall try very hard to learn to so nicely to show him I'm grateful for it and all he does for me. That's right, Lou. let's both do our best to improve all our opportunities so that we will make his hard glad, and we can do that in another way too. How? By loving Mama be, and being as good to her as ever we know how. I do mean to, for she's good and kind to us, said Lulu in a frankly cordial tone. You were vexed at Papa at first for marrying her, remarked Max with a roguish look,

but just suppose he'd taken Mrs. Crimpins instead. Oh, Max! cried Lulu. her eyes flashing how can you talk so you know papa would never have thought of such a thing i don't believe he would but anne told me once she knew mrs crimp would be glad enough to take him if he'd give her the chance what would you have done if he had i don't know but it isn't worth while to consider replied lulu with a crone-up air she occasionally assumed much to max's amusement but my writing's done and i'm going to bed for i'm tired and sleepy so good night good night return max i shan't be in a hurry to get to bed for it won't be worthwhile to get up early to catch other folks as all the things have been given to-night i almost wish they had let us wait till to-morrow morning perhaps the remark was intended to throw lulu off her guard at all events he was at her door with a merry christmas before anyone else was stirring but the servants lulu was awake too sitting up in bed and trying in the dim light of the early dawn to undo a small paper parcel she had found on her pillow. Max had opened the door and given his greeting in a subdued tone that there might be no danger of disturbing any sleeper in the vicinity. Oh, cried Lulu,

in a voice of suppressed eagerness. The same to you. Come in and see what Santa Claus has brought me. Max stepped in, closed the door and tiptoeing to a window, raised the blind and drew back the curtain. Oh, Max, Max, just see, cried Lulu as he turned toward her again. She said, had succeeded in her efforts and was now holding up her hand in a way to display to advantage a very pretty gold ring. Yes, oh, I'm glad Lou, and there's something else. Isn't there? Money, a good deal.

Isn't it, Max, she asked, holding out a crisp new banknote? Five dollars, he answered, taking it to the light, and I have just the same found it on my pillow from Papa, and suppose yours is too. A gold pencil from Mama V was there also. Yes, from Papa, she said, examining the writing on the back of the envelope, from which she had taken the note and the rings from Mama V. She always finds out just what I want. I'd rather have had a ring than almost anything else. There, we have waked her in Gracie, I'm afraid, said Max in a tone of self-reproach as the voices of the two were heard coming from the next room. Merry Christmas, Max and Lou both called out in cheery tones.

And the greeting was returned with added thanks to Violet for her gifts. I have some too, Gracie said, a lovely picture book and two kinds of money. I think I'm the richest. She had received a one dollar bill, crisp and new like the others, and a quarter eagle in gold, and could not be convinced that the two did not amount to more than Max's or Lulu's $5 note. The other members of the family had fared quite as well. The children had had a merry day. older people were quietly happy. There were fresh flowers on the graves in the family burial ground.

Even the dead had not been forgotten. Elsie Traveller had been early bending over the lowly mound that covered all that was mortal of her heart's best earthly treasure. And though the sweet face was calm and serene as was its want, bearing no traces of tears, the cheery words and bright smile came readily in sympathy with the mirth of the younger ones, her father and older children, noting the occasionally far-off look in the soft brown eyes, knew that her thoughts were ever at anon with the husband of her youth. End of Chapter 11. Chapter 12 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by

Ruhi Huck. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Findlay, Chapter 12. Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing. Affection gives in hallows. A dead flower will long be kept, remembrancer of looks that made each leaf a treasure, Miss Landon. The whole family connection living in the neighbourhood had dined at Ion that Christmas day and several had stayed to but all had now gone. The good nights had been said among the members of the home circle, and Elsie Traveller was alone in her own apartments. A little weary with the cares and excitement of the day, she was half reclining on her sofa in dressing gown and slippers, her beautiful hair unbound and rippling over her shoulders, beside her a jewel box of ebony

inlaid with Mother of Pearl. It stood open, and the lamplight falling upon its contents was flashed back from many a costly gem, set in rings, brooches, lockets and chains of gold. She took them up one by one, gazing upon each for a minute or more with a smile, a sigh, or a falling tear, ere she laid it almost tenderly back in its place. So absorbed was she in the contemplation of these momentos of the past and the memories called up by them that she did not hear an approaching footstep and deemed herself quite alone, till a hand was laid gently on her head and a voice said tenderly, my darling. Dear Papa, she responded, glancing up into his face with tear-dimed eyes as he stood at the

back of her sofa, bending over her, let me give you a chair and she would have risen to do so. But he forced her gently back. No, lie still, I will help myself, and coming round in front of her, he seated himself close at her side. Why, look at these! If it makes you sad, my child, he asked, noticing her occupation. There is sometimes a sweetness in the tears called forth by pleasant memories of loved ones, gone before, Papa, she said.

These anniversaries will recall the dear husband, who always remembered his little wife so kindly upon each, and there is a melancholy pleasure in looking over his Christmas gifts. I have them all here, beginning with this the very first. Do you remember it, Papa? and this Christmas day when he gave it to me the first Christmas that you were with me she was holding up a tiny gold thimble

yes I do think so he said I certainly remember the day the first Christmas after my return from Europe the first on which I heard myself addressed as Papa the sweetest of child voices calling me that and wishing me a Merry Christmas and the dearest loveliest of little girls ran into my arms

Dear daughter what a priceless treasure you have been to me ever since, he added, bending over her and softly soothing her hair. It has always been a joy to call you mine. She got his hand in hers and pressed it to her lips. Yes, dear, dear father, and to me to be so called, we loved one another very dearly then. Each was all the other had, and I think our mutual love has never been less because of the other. Many tender ties God has given us since. I am sure you are right, daughter, but at that time he added with a smile. You were not willing to share your father's love with another, at least with one other whom you suspected of trying to win it. Do you remember? How you slipped

away to your bed without bidding your papa good night and cried yourself to sleep? Yes, foolish child that I was, she said with a leo musical laugh and how you surprised me the next morning by your knowledge of my fears and then set them all at rest like the dear kind father that you were and always have been no not always he sighed yes papa always she said with playful tenderness i will insist upon that because even when more severe with me you did what at that time you deemed your duty and believed to be for my good yes that is true my dear forgiving child and yet i can never think of the suffering you endured during the summer that succeeded the christmas we have been talking of without keen remorse yet long before the next christmas came, I was happier than ever, she said, looking up into his face with a smile full of filial love. It was the first in our own dear home at the Oaks, you remember, Papa? You gave me a lovely set of pearls, necklace and bracelets, and this, taking up a pearl ring,

was Edward's gift. Mr. Traveller, he was to me then, and no thought of one day becoming his wife, even so much has entered my head. But years afterward, he told me he had it in his mind even then, and already resolved to wait till I grew up and win me for his wife if he could. Yes, he told me after you were grown and he had offered himself that it had been love at first sight with him, little child that you were when he first made your acquaintance. That surprised me, though less than the discovery, that you fancied once so many years your senior. But so good, so noble, so lovable, she said.

Surely it was not half so strange, Papa, as that he should. Fancy a foolish young thing such as I was then. not meaning that I am yet very greatly improved she added with a half-tearful smile. I am fully satisfied with you just as you are, he said, bending down over her and touching his lips two or three times to her forehead. My darling, my first-born and best-beloved child, no words can express the love and tenderness I feel for you, or my pity for the grief which is beyond my power to relieve. Dear Papa, your sympathy is very sweet, she said in tremulous tones. very very sweet in itself and it helps me to a fuller realization of the depth of meaning in those sweet words like as a father pitieth his children so the lord pitieth them that fear him you cannot be wholly miserable while that precious love and pity are yours my dear child even if all earthly loves should be taken from you which may god forbid should ever happen no papa dearly as i love my husband i am happy in that divine life

still mine, though parted from him. And dearly as I love you in my children, I know that were you all taken from me, I could still rejoice in the love of him who died for me, and who had said, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. I will never leave thee nor forsake thee. I have loved thee with an everlasting love. Silence fell between them some moments, both seemingly wrapped in thought, then Mr. Dinsmore said inquiringly, you will go to Rosalind's tomorrow yes papa if you go as i heard you say indeed and nothing happens to prevent rosy was particularly delighted with cal's invitation she added smiling up at him because i had been telling the story of those christmas holidays that we have been discussing to her and the other children and naturally she wants to look upon the scene of all those important events it will not be by any means her first visit to rosalinds he remarked in a tone of surprise oh no sir only the first after hearing of those interesting episodes in her mother's life but the house is not the same no sir yet the hall and parlours your rooms and mine are about

where and what they were in the old house. Ah, well, I hope Rosie will enjoy it, and that you may do so. I shall leave you now, begging you to go at once to bed. Good night, daughter. Good night, my dearest, best of fathers, she responded, putting her arms around his neck, as he stooped to give her a parting caress. Calhoun and Arthur Conley were now joint proprietors at Roselands. Aunt Maria, an old negress born and bred on the estate, was there

housekeeper and managed so well that they found themselves as comfortable as in the days of their mother's administration. They with one younger sister and brother were all of the once large family now left to occupy the old home and these younger two were there now only for the Christmas holidays and at their close would return to distant boarding schools. Ella, the sister was 18, Ralph two years younger. The house whence the mother and grandfather had been carried out to their last long home but a few months before could not be made the scene of mirth and jollility, but to a day of quiet social intercourse with near and dear relatives and friends, none could object. So the family at Aion had been invited to dine there the next day and had accepted the invitation.

Lulu had been greatly interested in Grandma L.C.'s party of children, as it told of had been invited to Aion for these holidays, but she did not covet such a father as Mr. Dinsmore. He was much too strict and severe, she thought, with all his petting and caressing, and she would far rather have her own papa, still Grandma Elsie's lot, when a little girl seemed to her an enviable one,

so beautiful and so rich, and with a nice old mammy, always ready to wait on and do everything for her. And she, Lulu, was sure she wouldn't have minded much when such a father as Mr. Dinsmore was vexed. with her. He wouldn't have found it so easy to manage her. No, indeed, she almost thought she would enjoy trying her strength in a tilt with him even now. Lulu was a rebel by nature and never found it difficult to combat the inclination to defy authority and assert her entire independence of control.

But fortunately, this inclination was in great measure counterbalanced by the warmth of her affection. She was ready to love all who treated her with justice and kindness, and her love her love. And her love for her father was intense. To please him, she would do or endure almost anything. The more than any other influence had kept her on her good behaviour all these weeks. She had sometimes rebelled inwardly, but there had been no greater outward show of it than a frown or a post or a pout, which soon vanished under the kind and gentle treatment she received at the hands of Grandma Elsie and Mama V. Captain Raymond would have been much gratified could he have seen how, not only she, but all his children were improving morally, mentally and physically in the wholesome atmosphere of their new home.

Gracie had gained largely in strength and vivacity. Her cheeks were rounder and rosier than when she came to eye on. Her eyes brighter and though not yet equal to violent exercise, she could enjoy a quiet place and would often laugh right merrily. She had grown very fond of Dr. Conley or cousin Arthur as he told her to call him. him and he was little patient she was frequently hovering about him during christmas day and received a special invitation to roselips you and your mamma are to be my particular guess he said and if you fail to enjoy yourselves it shall be from no fault of mind we shall not fail while it said with confidence how could we with call and yourself for our hosts the day proved propitious all well went and all enjoyed their visit though to the older ones there was a first a feeling of subduing sadness in thinking of the old grandfather, whose chair was now vacant and who had been

born to greet their coming with words of cordial welcome. It was after dinner that Rose claimed her mother's promise. Well, said Elsie, glancing grimly about, this parlour where we were all sitting occupies the same part of the house and is almost exactly like the one where the scenes I told you took place. What scenes? asked Dr. Connolly, drawing near with a look of interest. Mr. Dinsmore, too, turned to listen. I've been telling the children about the Christmas holidays at Roselands the first after my father's return from Europe, she answered. It was before you were born, cousin Arthur, while your mother was still a very young girl.

Mama, said Rosie, where was Grandpa sitting when you went to him and confessed that you had let Carrie Howard cut off one of your curls? Near yonder window, do you remember it, Papa? She asked, looking smilingly at him. yes i think i have forgotten very little that ever passed between us you were a remarkably honest conscientious child would come and confess wrongdoing that i should never have known or suspected even when you thought it likely i should punish you severely for it now mamma said rosy won't you go into the hall with us and show us just where papa caught you and kissed you and gave you the gold thimble and then your room and grandpas arthur have me your permission to roam over the house else else asked turning to him? Yes, provided you will let me go along, for I am as much interested as the children. Come, then, she said, rising and taking Walter's hand, Rosie, Lulu and Gracie, keeping

close to her and Mr. Dinsmore and Arthur following. Pausing in the hall, she pointed out the precise spot where the little scene had been enacted between herself and him was afterward her husband, telling the story between a smile and a tear, then moved on up the stairs with a little procession. Opening a door. This was my room, she said, or rather my room was here before the old house was burned down. It looks just the same, except that the furniture is different. Then passing on to another, this was Papa's dressing room. I have passed many happy hours here, sitting by his side or on his knee. It was here I opened the truck full of finery and toys that he brought me a few days before that Christmas. Papa, turning smilingly to him, and pointing to a close door to the

farther side of the room, do you remember my imprisonment in that closet? Yes, he answered with a remorseful look, but don't speak of it. How very ready I was to punish you. For the most trifling fault. Indeed, Papa, she answered earnestly. It was no such trifle, for I had disobeyed a plain order, not to ask a second time for permission to do what you had once forbidden. True, but I now see that a child so sensitive, conscientious and affectionate as you were, would have been sufficiently punished by a mild rebuke. A year or two later you discovered and acted upon that, she said, with an affectionate look up into his face.

But at this time, you were a very young father, and when I remember how you took me on your knee by the fire there and warmed my hands and feet, petting and fondling me, and what a nice evening I had with you afterward, I could almost wish to go through it all again. Huck! What was that? exclaimed Rosie. Everyone paused to listen. There was a sound of sobbing as of a child in sore distress, and it seemed to come from the closet. There's somebody. Shut up there. Now, Walter said in a loud, excited whisper. Grandpa, can't she be? let out? Arthur strode hastily across the room and threw the closet door wide open. There was no one there. They glanced at each other in surprise and perplexity. Ah ha ha ha. The lassie's not there,

eh? said a voice behind them, and turning quickly at the sound, whom should they see, but Mr. Lilburn standing in the open doorway leading to the hall. But we know all about her now, sir, with a laugh in which he was joined by everyone present. End of chapter 12. Chapter 13 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org, read by Ruhi Huck.

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 13 Evil communications corrupt good manners 1 core 1533 The one drawback upon Max's perfect enjoyment of his new home was the lack of a companion of his own age and sex The only boys in the family connection or among the near neighbours were nearly grown to manhood of very little fellows

Therefore when Ralph Conley came home for the Christmas holidays and though four years older than himself at once admitted him to a footing of intimacy, Max was both pleased and flattered. Ralph's manner, to be sure, was more condescending than was altogether agreeable, but that seemed not inexcusable, considering his superiority in years and knowledge of the world. At Ion, Max played the part of host, taking Ralph up to his own bedroom to show him his books and other treasures, to the boys' workroom, out to the stables to see the horses, and about the grounds. Today, at Roselands, it was Ralph Stern to entertain.

He soon drew Max away from the company in the parlours, showed him the horses and dogs, then invited him to take a walk. It was near dinner time when they returned. After dinner, he took him to his room, and producing a pack of cards, invited him to play. Cards, exclaimed Max. I don't know anything about playing with them and don't want to. Why not? Are you too pious? Ralph asked with a sneer, tumbling them out in a heap upon the table. I've always been taught that men gamble with cards and that gambling is very wicked and disgraceful,

quite as bad as getting drunk. Pooh, you're a muff. I'd rather be a muff than a gambler any day return Maxford Spirit. Sure, in gambling, unless you play for money and I haven't asked you to do that and don't propose to. Come now, take a hand, urged Ralph persuasively. There isn't a bit more harm in it than in a game of ball. But I don't know how, objected Max. I'll teach you, said Ralph. You'll soon learn and will find it good sport.

At length Max yielded, though not without some quons of conscience, which he tried to quiet by saying to himself, Papa never said I shouldn't play in this way, only that gambling was very wicked, and I must never go where it was done. Have a cigar, said Ralph, producing two, handing one to Max and proceeding to light the other. You smoke, of course, every gentleman does.

Max never had and did not care to, but was so foolish as to be ashamed to refuse after that last remark of Ralph's. Beside having seen his father's smoker and cigar occasionally, he thought there could be no harm in it. Thank you. I don't care if I do, he said. and was soon puffing away as if quite accustomed to it. But it was not many minutes before he began to feel sick and faint,

then to find himself trembling and growing giddy. He tried to conceal his sensations and fought against them as long as possible. But at length, finding he could endure it no longer, he threw the stump of the cigar into the fire and rising said, I feel sick. I must get out into the air. He took a step forward, staggered, and, would have fallen if Ralph had not jumped up and caught him. Here, I'll help you to the bed and open the window, he said.

Never spoke before? Well, don't be discouraged. I was deathly sick first time myself. I'm half blind and awfully sick, grown Max, as he stretched himself on the bed. Does it last long? Can a fellow get over it without taking any medicine? Oh yes, you'll be all right after a little.

But Max was not all right when a servant came to the door to say, that he was wanted downstairs as the party from Ion were about to return home. Think you can get down with the help of my arm? asked Ralph. Don't believe he kin. Mars Ralph remarked the servant gazing earnestly at Max. What a matter with a young gentleman? He's white as the wall and his eyes looks like glass. Hush, Sam, you'll frighten him, whispered Ralph. Run down and ask my brother Arthur to come up. Don't let any people. else hear you. Max had tried to rise, but only to fall back again, sicker than ever.

Oh, but I'm sick and how my heart beats, he said. I can't possibly sit up, much less walk downstairs. What will Mama V and the rest say? I'm afraid Grandpa Dinsmore will be very angry with me. He hasn't any right to be, said Ralph. It isn't wicked to smoke, but I'll tell Art not to let him know what made you sick. Just then the doctor, came in. Sam had met him in the hall. What's the matter? he asked. Sick, Max? Ah, you've been smoking, sniffing the air of the room and glancing at the boy's pallet face. Tell him it isn't dangerous, art, laughed Ralph, for I do believe he's dreadfully scared. No, I'm not protested, Max, indignantly, but I'm sick and giddy and half blind. I've never smoked before and didn't know

it would sicken me so. How many cigars have you smoked? asked Arthur, taking hold of his risk. Only half a one, said Ralph. He threw the rest of it in the fire. The best place for it, said Arthur, don't be alarmed, my boy. The sickness and all the other bad effects will pass off after a while, all the sooner if you are breathing pure air. Ralph opened the door into the hall and the one opposite.

Then ring for Sam to kindle a fire in that room. As he spoke, he took Max in his arms, and Ralph, preceding them to open the doors, carried him into an unoccupied bedroom. laid him on a couch and covered him up carefully to guard against his taking gold. No need to ring for Sam. Fires laid already to Kindle, remarked Ralph, glancing at the open grate. He struck a match and in another minute the flames were leaping upright merrily.

Meantime, a report that Max was sick had reached the parlour, and Mr. Dinsmore, his daughter and granddaughter, came up to express their sympathy and see for themselves how serious the illness was. Their faces were full of anxiety and concern till they learned the cause of the sickness, when they evidently felt much relieved. Dear boy, I'm sorry you are suffering, Violet said, leaning over him, but I hope you will never try it again. Papa smokes, he said, so I thought it was all right for me.

No, said Mr. Dinsmore. A grown person may sometimes do safely what is dangerous for a younger one. You have my sympathy this time, Max, but if ever you make yourself sick in the same way again, I don't think I shall pity you at all. He will hardly be able to go home today, Arthur. No, sir, leave him here in my care. Tomorrow he will probably be quite recovered, and I will drive him over in my gig.

Would you like me to stay with you, Max, Violet, asked, laying a cool hand on his forehead. Or me, asked her mother. No thank you, Grandma Elsie and Mama V, he said. You are both very kind. But Walter and Gracie wouldn't know what to do without you, and I shall do very well. Yes, said Ralph, I'll help Art take care of him. I ought to, as I gave him the cigar that sickened him so.

Mr. Dinsmore and the ladies then bade goodbye and went downstairs, the doctor accompanying them, leaving the two boys alone together. Did you begin to get over it, old fellow asked Ralph? No, I'm wretchedly sick, said Max. I think I've had enough tobacco to last me all my days. Oh, sure. It won't be half so bad next time and pretty soon won't sicken you at all. but what should I gain to pay me for all that suffering? Well, it seems sort of babyish not to smoke, does it? I've never seen Grand Pund in small smoke,

and I don't believe he ever does, nor Uncle Edward, nor Uncle Horace either. No, they don't, and Art doesn't, but they're all sort of pious old fogies, Ralph said, with a coarse laugh. I wouldn't talk so about my own relations if I were you, returned Max in a tone of disgust. Of course I shouldn't let anybody else say a word against them, said Ralph.

Arthur's entrance put an end to the conversation. He inquired of Max if the sickness were abating. Then sitting down beside him, boys, he said, I want to talk to you a little about this silly business of smoking and chewing. I've never chewed, said Max. I'm glad to hear it and I hope you never will. Or smoke again either. How would you like Max to have a cancer on your lip?

Cancer, sir. I wouldn't choose to have one for anything in the world. Then don't smoke, especially a short pipe, for it often causes cancer of the lip. I cut one out of a man's lip the other day, and not long ago saw a man die from one after months of agonizing pain. Tobacco contains a great deal of viral and poison, and though some persons use it for many years,

without much apparent injury, it costs many others loss of health and even of life. It weakens the nerves and the action of the heart and is a fruitful source of dyspepsia. I don't believe it will ever hurt me, said Ralph. I think it will, said Arthur. You have not yet attained your growth and therefore are the most certain to be injured by its use. Max, my boy, I admire your father greatly, particularly his magnificent physique. Max flushed with pleasure.

Do you not wish to be like him in that? as tall and finally developed? Oh, yes, sir, indeed. I would like to be like Papa in everything. Then as stew tobacco, for it will stunt your growth. But Papa smokes, repeated Max. Now, but probably he did not, until groan, said Arthur. And very likely, he sometimes wishes he had never contracted the habit.

Now I must leave you for a time as I have some other patients to visit. I told you he was a little. an old fogie, said Ralph, as the door closed on his brother, adding with an oath, I believe he wouldn't allow a fellow a bit of pleasure if he could help it. Max started and looked at Ralph with troubled eyes. I don't think you could swear, he said. If you do, I can't be intimate with you because my father won't allow it. I don't often, said Ralph, looking ashamed.

I won't again in your company. End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libra Vox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Dread by Ruhi Huck. Elsie's New Relations by Madaha Findlay, Chapter 14.

Be sure your sin will find you out. Grace and Walter were in the playroom. They had been building block houses for an hour or more when Gracie's saying, I'm tired, Walter, I'm going in yonder to see the things Max and Lulu are making, rose and sauntered into the workroom. She watched the busy carvers for some minutes, then went down to Violet's apartments in search of her.

She found no one there but Agnes, busied in putting away some clean clothes fresh from the iron. Where's Mama asked the little girl? in the drawing room is Gracie, company dar. Oh dear, sighed Gracie, I just wanted her to talk to me. Expect you have to wait till the company am gone, returned Agnes, picking up her empty clothes basket and leaving the room. Gracie wondered disconsolately about the room,

wishing that the callers would go and Mama come up. Presently she paused before the bureau in Violet's dressing room and began fingering the pretty things on it. She was not usually a meddlesome child. but just now was tempted to mischief from the lack of something else to interest and employ her. She handled the articles carefully, however, and did them no damage to till she came to a beautiful cut-class bottle filled with a costly perfume of which she was extravagantly fond. Violet had frequently given her a few drops on her handkerchief without being asked and never

refused a request for it. Gracie ceased with a desire for it, took a clean handkerchief from a drawer, and helped herself, saying half aloud by way of quieting her conscience, Mama would give it to me if she were here, she always does, and I'll be careful not to break the bottle. She was pouring from it as she spoke. Just at that instant she heard a step in the hall without, and a sound as if her hand was laid on the doorknob. It so startled her that the bottle slipped from her fingers,

and striking the bureau as it fell, laying fragments at her feet, its contents were spilled upon the carpet, and the air of the room was redolent of the delicious perfume. Gracie, naturally a timid child, shrinking from everything like reproof or punishment, stood a cast at the mischief she had wrought. What will Mama say was her first thought? Oh, I'm afraid she will be so vexed with me that she'll never love me anymore. And the tears came thick and fast, for Mama's love was very sweet to the little feeble child

who had been so long without a mother's care and tenderness. Then rose the wish to hide her fault, oh, if she could only replace the bottle, but that was quite impossible. Perhaps, though, there might be a way found to conceal the fact that she was the author of the mishap. She did not want to have anyone else blame for her fault, but she would like not to be suspected of it herself. A bright thought struck her. She had seen the cat jump on that bureau a few days before and walked back and forth over it. If she, Pussy, had been left in the room alone there that afternoon, she might have done the same thing again and knocked the bottle off upon the floor.

It would be no harm, the little girl reason, trying to stifle the warnings and reproach tears of conscience if she should let Pussy take the blame. Mama was kind and wouldn't have Pussy beaten and Pussy's feelings wouldn't be heard either by the suspicion. She hurried out in search of the cat, found her in the hall, pounced on her, carried her into the dressing room. and left her there with all the doors shut,

so that she could not escape, till someone going in would find the bottle broken and think the cat had done it. This accomplished, Gracie went back to the playroom and tried to forget her wrongdoing in the interesting employment of dressing her dolls. Lulu presently left her carving and joined her. Max had gone for a ride.

While chasing the cat, Gracie had not perceived a little woolly head thrust out of a door at the farther end of the hall. its keen black eyes closely watching her movements. He, he, he, giggled the owner of the head. As Gracie secured pussy and hurried into the dressing room with her, wonder what she had done that for? What are you talking about, you sassy nigger? asked Agnes,

coming up behind her on the way to Mrs. Raymond's apartment with another basket of clean clothes, just as Gracie reappeared and hurried up the stairs to the story above. Why Miss Gracie done come pounce on old tab while she parading down the hall and catch her up and towed her off into Miss Willett's dressing-room, and left her d'ard with the door shut on her? What won't you suppose she done do that? Oh, so long, I don't believe Miss Gracie didn't do no such thing, returned Agnes. She did then, I seed her, asserted the little mate positively. Maybe she heard the mice is running

round and want old tap for to catch him. You go along and tend to your work, bet you lazy nigger, responded Agnes pushing past her. Miss Willett and Miss Gracie dill mind their own concerns without none or you help. The child made no reply, but stole on tiptoe after Agnes. While it was coming up the front stairway and reached the door of her dressing room just in advance of the girl, opening its cheeks, exclaimed at the powerful perfume which greeted her nostrils and catching sight of the bottle lying in fragments on the door. Who can have done this? she asked in a tone of surprise, not fully free from displeasure,

pleasure. The cat most likely, Miss Willett, said Agnes, setting down her basket and glancing at Puss, who was stretched comfortably on the rug before the fire. I suspect she's been running over the bureau like her see her do, mourn once or for this. She looks very quiet now, remarked Violet, and if she did the mischief, it was certainly not intentional. But don't leave her shut up here again, Agnes. She didn't do it. Agnes didn't, volunteer Betty, who had stolen him after them. It was Miss Gracie, Miss Millett. I see it a catch-old tab out in the hall there and put her in here and shut the door onto her and go off upstairs.

A suspicion of the truth flashed into Violet's mind, but she put it resolutely from her. She would not believe Gracie capable of slyness and deceit. But she wanted the little girl and set Betty up with a message to that effect, bidding her make haste as soon as she had attended to that errand, brush up the broken glass and put it in the fire. Betty ran nimbly up to the playroom and put in her head in at the door, said with a grin. Miss Gracie, your mama wants you down in the dressing room.

What for? asked Gracie with a frightened look. Dunno, Speck, to find out when you gets there. Betty, you're a saucy thing, said Lulu. Speck, maybe I is Miss Lou, returned a little maid with a broader grin than before. Apparently considering the remark quite complimentary while she held the door open for Gracie to pass. out. Miss Gracie, she asked as she followed Grace down the stairs. What for do you shut old tap up in the dressing room? She's done gone and broke Miss Willett's bottle. What happened is stuff that smell so nice and goes Miss Willett. She don't like that,

ah? What makes you say I put her in there, Betty, said Grace, because I seed you. He, he, he. Did you, said Gracie, looking still more alarmed than at the summons to the dressing room. Don't tell Mama Betty. I'll give you a penny and help you make a frock for your doll if you want. Violet seated on the farther side of the room, looked up with her usual sweet smile. See, Gracie dear, I'm making a lace collar for you and I want to try it on to see if it fits. Now, Betty, get a dustpan and brush and sweep up that glass. Don't leave the least bit of it on the carpet, lest someone should tramp on it and cut her foot. Someone has broken that cut glass perfume bottle you have always admired so much, Gracie, aren't you sorry? Yes, I am, Mama,

I never touch your things when you're not here. The words were out almost, before Grace knew she meant to speak them. And she was terribly frightened and ashamed. She had never thought she would be guilty of telling a lie. She hung her head, her cheeks aflame. Violet noted the child's confusion with a sorely troubled heart. Oh dear, she said very gently, I did not suspect you, but if ever you should meet with an accident or yield to temptation to do some mischief,

I hope you will come and tell me about it at once. You need not fear that I will be severe with you, for I love you very dearly, little Gracie. Perhaps it was the cat knocked it off the bureau, Mama, said the child speaking low and hesitatingly. I've seen her jump up there several times. Yes, so have I, and she must not be left alone in here anymore. Betty had finished her work and was sent away. Agnes too had left the room so that Violet and Gracie were quite alone. Come, dear, I am quite ready to try.

try this on while it said holding up the collar there it fits very nicely as she put it on the child and gently smoothed it down over her shoulders but what is the matter my darling for tears were trembling on the long silken lashes that swept gracey's flushed cheeks at the question they began to fall in streams while the little bosom heaved with sobs she pulled out the handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her eyes and a strong whiff of perfume creak while its nostrils telling her a tail that sent a pang to her heart. Gracie was instantly conscious of it as she too smelled the tell-tail perfume and stole a glance at her young stepmother's face. Oh, Mama, she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. I did pour a little on my handkerchief, because I knew you always let me have it. But I didn't mean to break the bottle.

It just slipped out of my hands and fell and broke. Violet clasped her in her arms and wept bitterly over her. Mama, don't cry sobbed the child. I'll save up all the money till I can buy you another bottle, just like that. Oh, Gracie, Gracie, it is not that, Violet said. When emotion would let her speak, I valued the bottle as the gift of my dear dead father. But I would rather have lost it a hundred times over than have my darling tell a lie. It is so wicked, so wicked. God hates lying, he says. All liars shall have their part in the lake that burneth with fire.

and brimstone. He had spoken lies shall not escape. He says that Satan is the father of lies and that those who are guilty of lying are the children of that wicked one. Have you forgotten how God punished Gihazi for lying by making him a leper and struck Ananias and Sapphire dead for the same sin? Oh my darling, my darling, it breaks my heart to think you have acted poor and spoken a falsehood. She cried, clasping the child. still closer to a bosom and weeping over her afresh. Gracie too cried bitterly. Mama, Mama, she said.

Will God never forgive me? Will he send me to that dreadful place? He will forgive you if you are truly sorry for your sin because it is dishonoring and displeasing to him and if you ask him to pardon you for Jesus' sake and he will take away the evil nature that leads you to commit sin, giving you a new and good heart

and take you to heaven when you die. But no one can go to heaven who is not first made holy. The Bible bids us to follow holiness without which no man shall see the Lord. And Jesus is a savior from sin. Thou shall call his name Jesus for he shall save his people from their sins. Shall we kneel down now and ask him to save you from yours? Yes, Mama, sobbed the child. Violet's prayer was shortened to the point.

Then she held Gracie for some time in her arms while they mingled their tears together. at length great see dear she said I believe God has heard our prayers and forgiven you I am sure he has if you are truly sorry in your heart and asked with it and not only with your lips for forgiveness

but I want you to stay here alone for an hour and think it all over quietly I mean about your wrongdoing in God's willingness to forgive for Jesus's sake and that we could not have been forgiven and save from sin and hell if the dear saviour had not died for

us the cruel death of the cross. Oh, think, what a dreadful thing sin must be, that it could not be blotted out except by Jesus' suffering and dying in us dead, and think how great was his love for us when he was willing to lay down his own life that we might live. Then with a kiss of tender motherly love, she went out and left the child alone. Gracie was sincerely penitent. She had always been taught that lying was a dreadful sin and had never before told a direct falsehood. But while in her former home, Mrs. Cripp's faulty management joined to her own natural timidity had tempted her to occasional sliness and deceit, and from these the descent to positive untruth was easy.

While it's faithful dealing and even more her evident deep distress because of the sin against God of which her darling had been guilty, had so convinced the child of the highnessess of her conduct, that she was sorely distressed because of it, and on being left alone knelt down again and pleaded for pardoned with many bitter tears and sobs. She had risen from her knees and was lying on a couch, still weeping when Lulu came into the room. Why, Gracie, what's the matter, she asked, running to the couch and bending over a little sister intended. Concern. Don't ask me, Lulu, I don't want to tell you, sobbed Gracie, turning away her blushing tear-stained face. Mama V has been schooled.

or punishing you for some little naughtiness, I suppose, said Lulu frowning. No, she hasn't, cried Gracie indignantly. Then hastily correcting herself, except that she said, she wanted me to stay her alone for a while, so you must go and leave me. I won't till you tell me what it was all about. What did you do, or was it something you didn't do? I don't want to tell you, because you wouldn't ever do such a wicked thing. And you, you despise me if you knew I'd done it, sobbed Gracie.

No, I wouldn't. You are better than I am. Papa said I was worse than you and Max both put together, so you needn't mind my knowing. I meddled and broke Mama's pretty bottle that her dead father gave her, but she didn't scold me for that, not a bit. But because I tried to put the blame on Puss, and I said I never touched her things when she wasn't there.

Oh, Gracie, that was wicked. To say that wasn't true. I think Papa would have whipped you, for I've heard him say if there was any. Anything he would punish severely in one of his children, it was falsehood. But don't cry so. I'm sure you're sorry and won't ever do it again. No, no, never, never.

Mama hugged me up in her arms and cried hard because I'd been so wicked and she asked Jesus to forgive me and make me good. So I shouldn't have to go to that dreadful place. Now go away, Lou, because she said I must stay alone. Yes, I will. But stop crying or you'll be sick, Lulu said. Kissing Gracie, then left the room and went to her own to make. herself neat before going down to join the family at tea.

Her thoughts were busy with Gracie and her trouble while she brushed her hair, washed her hands and changed her dress. Poor little weak thing. She was frightened into it, of course, for it's the very first time she ever told an untruth. I suppose, Mama, we must have looked very cross about the broken bottle, and she needn't, I'm sure, for she has plenty of money to buy more. Such a shame, but I just knew she wouldn't always be kind to us. Thus, Lulu worked herself up into a passion, quite forgetting in her unreasonable anger, how very mild was the punishment, Violet had decreed to Gracie, if indeed it was meant as such at all. So much less severe than the one she herself had said their father would have been likely to administer.

Max was riding without companion or attendant. He had taken the direction of the village, but not without any thought of going there until as he reached his outskirts. It occurred to him that he was nearly out of wood for carving. and that this would be a good opportunity for laying in a supply. The only difficulty was that he had not asked leave before starting it, and it was well understood that he was not at liberty to go anywhere, visiting or shopping without permission. How provoking, he exclaimed half aloud.

I haven't time to go back and ask leave, and a long storm may set in before tomorrow, and so my work be stopped for two or three days. I'll just go on for what's the difference anyhow. I'm almost there, and I know I'd have got leave, if I'd only thought of asking. So he went, made his purchase, and set off with it.

He was rather late. A storm seemed brewing, and, as he rode up the avenue, Violet was at the window, looking out a little anxiously for him. Mr. Dinsmore, hearing her relieved exclamation, ah, there he is, came to her sight as Max was in the act of dismounting.

The boy has evidently been into the town making a purchase, he said. Had he permission from you or anyone, Violet? Not from me, grandpa, she answered, with reluctance. Did you give him leave? Elsie, he asked, turning to his daughter, or you, wife? Both answered in the negative, and with a very stern countenance, Mr. Dinsmore went out to the hall to make the delinquent. Where have you been, Max? He asked in no honey accents for a ride, sir, returned their lad respectfully. Not merely for a ride, Mr. Dinsmore said, pointing to the

packet in the boy's hand. You did not pick that up by the roadside. Where have you been? I stopped at Turner's, just long enough to buy this, that I shall need for carving tomorrow. I should have asked leave but forgot to do so. Then you should have come home and left the errand for another day. You were very well aware that in going without permission, you were breaking rules. You will go immediately to your room and stay there till this time tomorrow. I think you're very hard on her fellow muttered Max, flushing with mortification and anger as he turned to obey. Lulu coming down the stairs had heard and seen it all. She stood still for a moment at the foot of the stairway, giving Mr. Dinsmore a look,

that, had it been a dagger, would have stabbed him to the heart, but which he did not see. Then, just as the tea-bell rang, turned and began the ascent again. Why are you going back, Lulu? Did you not hear the supper bell? asked Mr. Dinsmore. Yes, sir, she answered, facing him again with flashing eyes. But if my brother is not to go to the table, neither will I. Oh, very well, he said. You certainly do not deserve a seat there after such a speech as that,

go to your room and stay there until you find yourself in a more amiable and respectful mood. It was exactly what she had intended to do, but because he ordered it, it instantly became the thing she did not want to do. However, she went into her room and closing the door after her, not too gently, said aloud with a stamp of her foot. Hateful old tyrant, then walked on to Violet's dressing room where her sister still was. Gracie had lain down upon her sofa and wept herself to sleep, but the supper bell had waked her, and she was. was crying again, catching sight of Lulu's flushed angry face, she asked what was the matter. I wish I could go away from these people and never, never come back again, cried Lulu in a reverment way. I don't, said Gracie. I love Mama and Grandma Elsie and Grandma Rose and Grandpa

Dinsmore too. And I hate him. I'd like to beat him. The old tyrant interrupted Lulu in a burst of passion. Oh, Lulu, I'm sure he's been kind to us. They're all. all kind to us when we're good expostulated grace. But what has happened to make you so angry and why aren't you eating your supper with the rest? Do you think I'd go and sit at that table with them when they won't have you and Max there too? What about Max? Did he do something wrong too? No, it wasn't anything wicked. He just brought some wood for his carving with some of his own money.

Then maybe he went without leave. Gracie asked half inquiringly. Yes, that was it. He forgot to ask. a very little thing to punish him for, I'm sure, but Mr. Dinslow, I shan't call him grandfather, says he must stay in his own room till this time tomorrow. Why? said Gracie, that's worse than Mama's punishment to me for doing such a wicked, wicked thing. Yes, she's not such a cruel tyrant. He'd have beaten you black and blue. I hope she won't tell him about it. A terrified look came into Gracie's eyes and she burst out crying again. Oh, Gracie, don't, Lulu

entreated, kneeling down beside the sofa and clasping her arms about her. I didn't mean to frighten you so. Of course, Mama, we won't. If she meant to, she'd have done it before now, and you'd have heard from him too. A step came along the hall. The door opened and Agnes appeared, bearing a large silver waiter. Izzy Brung your supper, chillens, she said, setting it down on a table. Then lifting a stand and placing it near Gracie's couch, she presently had it covered with a snowy,

cloth and a dainty little meal arranged upon it. Broil chicken, stewed oysters, delicate rolls, hot buttered muffins and waffles, canned peaches with sugar and rich cream, sponge cake, nice and fresh, and abundance of rich sweet milk. The little girls viewed these dainties with great satisfaction and suddenly discovered that they were very hungry. Agnes set up a chair for each, saw them begin their meal, then left the room saying she would be back again directly with more hot cakes.

there gracie you needn't be a little bit afraid you are to be punished any more remarked lou they'd never have sent us such a supper as this if they wanted to punish us do you want to run away from them now ask racy do you think grandpa dinsmoe is so very very cross to us He's too hard on Max returned, Lulu, though not so hard as he used to be on Grandma Elsie when she was his own little girl, and perhaps Papa would be just as hard as he is with Max. But tisn't cause they like to make us sorry except for being naughty, so that we'll grow up good, you know, said Grace. I'm sure our dear Papa loves us everyone and wouldn't ever make us sorry except just to make us good. and you know we can't be happy here or go to heaven when we die if we're not good. Yes, I know. I'm not a bit happy when I'm angry and stubborn. But for all that, I can't help it.

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Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 15. Happy in this, she's not yet so old, but she may learn. Shakespeare. Violet, meeting her grandfather on the way to the supper room, gave him an anxious, troubled, inquiring look, which he answered by a brief statement, given in an undertone, of what had just passed between himself and Max and Lulu.

all of them sighed the young stepmother to herself all three of them at once ah me though mr dinsmore had spoken low both his daughter and zo had heard nearly all he said and as they sat down to the table the one looked grieved and distressed the other angry during the meals who never once addressed mr dinsmore and when he spoke to her he answered as briefly as possible and not in a very pleasant and respectful tone edward noticed it and looked at her in displeased surprise then becoming aware of the absence of the ravens asked where are max and lulu and gracie he had not heard the story of their disgrace having come to the supper-room a little later than the others and directly from his own for a moment the question addressed to no one in particular remain unanswered then mr dinsmore said max and lulu are in disgrace i know nothing about gracy but present she's not feeling well enough to come down. Zo started an angry glance at him. Violet looked slightly relieved. She had not spoken at all of Gracie's wrongdoing and did not want anyone to know of it. I may send the children there supper, Grandpa, she said inquiringly with a pleading look. Do just as you please about it, he answered. Of course, I would not have growing children go fasting for any length of time.

Certainly not all night, for that would be to the injury of their health, and I leave it to you, to decide how luxurious their meal shall be. Thank you, Grandpa, she said at once, and at once gave the requisite order. Meanwhile, Max had obeyed the order to go to his room in almost as angry and rebellious a mood as Lulu's own. He shut the door, threw down his package, tore off his overcoat, and stamped about the floor for a minute or two, fuming and raging. I say it's just shameful, a formidable treatment. I'm tired being treated like a baby and I won't stand it.

the idea of being shut up here for 24 hours over such a trifle oh dear he added dropping into a chair i was hungry as a beer i wonder if he doesn't mean to let me have any supper i don't believe mamma v would approve of his starving me altogether no nor grandma elsie either i hope they manage to give me something to eat before bedtime if they don't i believe i'll try to bribe tom when he comes to sea to the fire it was not long before he heard tom step on the stairs then his knock on the door come in he answered in cheerful tones then as he caught sight of a waiter full of good things such as his sisters were supping upon hurrah tom you're a brick but who sent it miss willie and she says if does not now forbid to satisfy your appetite you're stewing for more all right tell mamma v i'm much obliged said max very good prison fare he added to himself as he fell to work tom having withdrawn i've good reason to be fond of mamma wee and as she's fond of her grandfather i suppose i'll have to forgive him for her sake he concluded quite restorting to good humour and laughing gleefully at his own jest oh lulu exclaimed gracey struck with a sudden recollection and laying down the spoon with which she was eating her oysters you know i was to stay alone you oughtn't to have come in here pooh your time was up a good while ago returned lulu and mamma v must have expected me to come in here to eat supper along with you i hope she has sent as good a one to poor maxi violet went directly from the supper room to her own apartment where she found the two little girls quietly talking together,

while Agnes gathered up the remainder of their repast and carried it and the dishes away. I hope you enjoyed your supper, dears, she said. They both said they had and thanked her for it. And I didn't deserve it, Mama added Gracie. Her tears beginning to fall again. But, oh, I'm so very sorry. Please, Mama, forgive me.

I have entirely forgiven the sin against me, darling whispered Violet, folding her close to her heart. but i trust god has forgiven you your father greater sin against him now do not cry any more for you will make yourself sick and that would make me very sad lulu was sitting near fighting a battle with pride and passion in which ere long she came of conqueror pama p she said with determination i didn't deserve it either and i'm sorry for being angry at your grandfather and saucy to him dear child said violet drawing her to her side and kissing her with affectionate warmth how glad i am to hear you say that may i repeat your words to grandpa as a message from you again lulu had a struggle with herself and perhaps it was only the thought of this that this was the easiest way to make an apology which would probably be required of her sooner or later that helped her to conquer her entry in her diary in regard to the occurrence was i was a little saucy to grandpa dinsmore because he was hard on max for just a little bit of a trifle but i've said i'm sorry and it's all right now edward and his grandfather having a business matter to talk over together repaired to the library she had seen violet who was a little in advance of her going into hers and only waiting to take a little package from a closet she ran lightly up to max's door tapped gently on it then in her eagerness opened it slightly with a whispered it's only i max may i come in yes indeed he

answered, springing forward to admit her and hand her a chair. How good in you to come, Aunt Zoe? No, I did it to please myself. You know, you've always been a favorite with me, Max, and I want to know what this is all about. Max told her, it's a perfect shame, she exclaimed indignantly. I can't see the least bit of harm. And you're going to the store and buying what you did. You weren't even wasting the pocket money that you had a right to spend as you pleased. It does seem hard to have absolute liberty, Max said discontentedly, but I don't know that he's any more strict after all than Papa. Well, I must run away now, said Zoe jumping up. Here's something to sweeten your imprisonment, putting a box of confectionery into his hand. Goodbye, and she tripped away. She met her husband in the

hall upon which their rooms opened. Where have you been? He asked coldly with a suspicious look. That's my affair, she said, flushing, and with a saucy little toss of her pretty head. he gave her a glance of mingled surprise and displeasure what has come over you so he asked can't you give a civil answer to a simple question of course i can mr traveller but i think it's a pretty story if i am to be called to account as to where i go even about the house nothing but a guilty conscience could have made you look at my question in that light he said leaning against the mantel and looking down severely at her as she stood before him for they were now in her boudoir i presume that you have been in Max's room condoling with and encouraging him and his defiance of Grandpa's authority. And let me tell you, I won't allow it. It makes no difference whether you will allow it or not, she said, turning away with a contemptuous sniff. I'm my own mistress. Do you mean to defy my authority, though? He asked with suppressed anger. Yes, I'll do. I'll do anything in the world

for love and coaxing, but I won't be driven. I'm your wife, sir, not your slave. I have no desire to enslave you so, he said his tone softening. But you are so young, so very young for a married woman, that you surely ought to be willing to submit to a little loving guidance and control. I didn't perceive much love in the attempt you made just now, she said, seating herself and opening a book. He watched her for a moment. She seemed absorbed in reading, and he could not see that the downcast eyes were too full of tears to anguish one letter from another. He left the room without another word, and hardly had the door closed on him when she flung the book from her, ran into the dressing room, and throwing herself on a couch, cried as if her heart would break.

He's all I have, all I have, she moat, and he's beginning to be cruel to me. Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do? Papa, Papa, why did you die and leave your darling all alone in this cold world? She hoped Edward would come back presently, say he was sorry for his brutal behavior, and tried to make his peace with her by coaxing and petting, but he did not, and after a while she gave up expecting him, undressed went to bed and cried herself to sleep, feeling that she was a sadly illused wife. Meanwhile, Edward had returned to the library for a time,

then gone into the family parlour, hoping and half expecting to find Zoe there with the rest, but the first glance showed him that she was not in the room. He made no remark about it, but sitting down beside his mother, tried to interest himself in the evening paper handed him by his grandfather. What have you done with your wife, young man? asked his sister Elsie sportively. We've seen nothing of her since supper. I left her in her room, he answered in a tone in which there seemed a shade of annoyance.

Have you locked her up there for bad behaviour? asked Rosie laughing. Why? What do you mean, Rosie? he returned, giving the child a half-angry glance and colouring deeply. Oh, I was only funning, of course. so you needn't look so vexed about it. That's the very way to excite suspicion that you have done something to her, said, and Rosie laughed gleefully. And Rosie laughed gleefully. But to the surprise of mother and sisters, Edwards brow darkened, and he made no reply.

Rosie said Violet lightly, you are an incorrigible tease. Let the poor boy alone, can't you? Thank you, Mrs. Raymond, he said, with a forced laugh. but I wouldn't have Rosie deprived of her sport. I hope remarked Mrs. Traveller with a kindly, though grave, look at her youngest daughter, that my Rosie does not find its sport to inflict annoyance upon others. No, Mama, not by any means, but how could I suppose my wise oldest brother would care for such a trifle? Returned the little girl in a stridently tone.

My dear, said her mother, it is the little things, little pleasures, little vexious. that far more than the great make up the sum total of our happiness or misery in this life. Edward was very silent during the rest of the evening and his mother, watching him furtively and putting that and that together, felt sure that something had gone wrong between him and his young wife. When the good nights had been said and the family had scattered to their rooms, he lingered behind and his mother, who had left the room, perceiving it, returned to find him standing on the hearth, gazing moodily into the fire. She went to him and laying her hand gently on his shoulder, my dear boy, she said in her sweet low tones, I cannot help seeing that

something has gone wrong with you. I don't ask what it is, but you have your mother's sympathy in every trouble. It is unfortunately something you would not want me to repeat, even to you, my best friend and dearest of mothers, but your assurance of sympathies, sweet and comforting, nevertheless, he said, taking her in his arms with a look and manner so like his fathers, that tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. Ah, he said presently, with a sigh that betrayed more than he was aware of. My father was a happy man in having such a woman for his wife. A good husband makes a good wife, my boy. She returned, gazing searching yet tenderly into his eyes, searching yet tenderly into his eyes, and I think no woman with any heart at all could have failed to be such to him.

I am not worthy to be his son, he murmured, the hot blood mounting to his very hair. There was a moment or more of silence, then she said, softly caressing his hair and cheek as she spoke. Edward, my son, be very patient, very gentle, forbearing and loving towards the often child. the care of whom you assumed of your free will, the little wife you have promised to love and cherish to life's end. Yes, mother, I have tried very earnestly to be all that to her, but she's such a child that she needs guidance and control, and I cannot let her show disrespect to you or my grandfather. She has always been both dutiful and affectionate to me, Ned, and I have never known her to say a disrespectful word to or about your grandfather. you not notice the looks she gave him at the table tonight, the tone in which she replied when

he spoke to her. I tried not to do so, she said with a smile. I learned when my first children were young that it was the part of wisdom to be sometimes blind to their venial faults. Not, she added more gravely, that I would ever put disrespect to my father in that category. But we must not make too much of a little girlish petulance, especially when excited by a generous sympathy with the troubles of another. The cloud lifted from his brow. How kind in you to say it, Mother dear, kind to her and to me. Yes, she's very fond of Max, quite as if he were a younger brother, and it is very natural that she should sympathize with him when in disgrace.

And having been so petted and indulged by her father, allowed to have her own way in almost everything, and seldom if ever, called to account for her doings, comings and goings, she can hardly fail to think my father's rule strict and severe. True, Edward responded with a sigh, and Grandpa is a strict disciplinarian, yet so kind and affectionate with it all that one cannot help loving him. And so I think, and now good night, my dear son, I must go, and perhaps your little wife is looking and longing for your coming.

She's very fond and proud of her young husband, and with a motherly kiss and smile, she left him. the floor for several minutes with thoughtful air, then went upstairs to Zoe's boudoir. She was not there on in the dressing room. He took up a lamp and went on into the adjoining bedroom, shading the light with his hand as he drew near the bed with noiseless sleep. She lay there sleeping, tears on her eyelashes and her pillow wet with them. His heart smote him at the sight. She looked such a mere child and so sweet and innocent that he could oddly refrain from imprinting a kiss upon the round rosy cheek and the full red lips, hardly refrain. And he longed for a reconciliation,

but it seemed cruel to wake her, so it should be the first thing in the morning, he said to himself. He set the lamp down in a distant part of the room and prepared for rest. Max had spent the evening over his books and diary. His entry in that was a brief statement of his delinquency, its punishment and his resolve to be more obedient in future. He had just wiped his pen and put it away when grandma elsie came for a little motherly talk with him as she often did at bedtime he received her with a mortified embarrassed air but her kind gentle manner quickly restored his self-possession i was sorry indeed she said to hear that our boy max had become the breaker of rules and so caused us the loss of his society at the table and in the parlour i thought the loss was all on my side grandma elsie he returned with a bright please look i didn't suppose anybody would miss me unpleasantly. Ah, you were quite mistaken in that. We're all fond of you, Max. Not Grandpa Dinsmore, I'm sure, he said, dropping his eyes and frowning. Why, Max, what else could induce him to give you a home here and be at the trouble of teaching you every day?

I thought it was you who gave me a home, Grandma Elsie, Max said in a soft tone, and with an affectionate look at her. This is my house, she said. But my father is the head of the family and without his approval I should never have asked you and your sisters here much as I desire your happiness and fond of you as I certainly am you are very very good to us he exclaimed with warmth you do so much for us I wish I could do something for you do you my dear boy she said smiling and softly patting his hand which she had taken in hers then be respectful and obedient to my father and to your mama my dear daughter nothing else could give me so much pleasure I love.

Mama V, exclaimed Max. I'm sure there couldn't be a sweeter lady, and I like Grandpa Dismore, too. But don't you think now he's very strict? And ready to punish a fellow for a mere trifle, Grandma, Elsie? I dare say it seems but a trifle to you for a boy of your age to go into town and do an errand for himself without asking leave, she replied. But that might lead to much worse things.

The boy might take to loitering about the town and fall into bad, company, and so be led into I know not what wickedness. For that reason, parents and guardians should know all about a boy's comings and goings. That's so, Grandma L. C. Mack said, reflectively, I don't mean to get into bad company ever, but Papa says, I'm a heedless fellow, so perhaps I might do it before I thought. I'll try to keep to rules after this. I hope so, for both you, for both your own sake and ours, she said. Then with a motherly kiss, bid him good night. End of chapter 15.

Chapter 16 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Ruhi Huck. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Findlay, Chapter 16. O jealousy, thou merciless destroyer, more cruel than the grave, What ravages does thy wild war make in the noblest bosoms, Mullet?

Edward stretched himself beside Zoe, but not to sleep for hours. Forever in anon she drew a sobbing breath that went to his very heart. Poor little thing, he sighed. I must have acted like a brute to grieve her so deeply. I should not have undertaken the care of a child, who I knew had been spoiled by unlimited petting. and indulgence, if I could not be more forbearing and tender with her. If instead of a show of authority, I had tried reasoning and coaxing, doubtless the result would have been very different, and she

would have been saved all this. I am ashamed of myself. Grandpa might possibly have acted so toward a wife, but my father never, I am sure. He was really very fond of his little wife, loving her with a protecting love as something peculiarly as his own, to be guided in more it to suit his ideas and wishes so that she might eventually become the perfectly congenial companion capable of understanding and sympathizing in all his views and feelings which he desired but found that she was not yet he began to fear she might never attain to that that perhaps his sudden marriage was a mistake that would ruin the happiness of both for life tormented thus he turned restlessly on his pillow with many a groan and sigh nor closed an eye in sleep till long past

midnight. He was sleeping very soundly when about sunrise, Zoe opened her eyes. She lay still for a moment listening to his breathing while memory recalled what had passed between them previous to her retiring. And there he lies and sleeps just as soundly as if he hadn't been playing the tyrant. To the woman he promised to love and cherish to life's end, she said to herself. She said to herself, with a flash of anger and scorn in her eyes, where I don't mean to be here when he wakes. I'll keep out of his wait till he's had his breakfast, for the same men are always savage on an empty stomach. She slipped cautiously out of the bed, stole quietly into the next room, made her toilet, arraying herself in riding habit and hat, went downstairs, ordered her pony, saddled and

brought to the door, and was presently galloping away down the avenue. Edward had requested her never to go alone, always to take a servant as an attendant, even if she had one of the children with her, and especially if she had not. but she disregarded his wishes in this instant, partly from a spirit of defiance, partly because she much preferred a solitary ride, and could not see that there was any danger in it. It was a bright spring morning, the air just cold enough to be delightfully bracing. Men were at work in the fields, orchards were full of bloom and fragrance, forest trees leafing out and springing grass and flowers, making the roadsides lovely.

So spirits rose with every mile she travelled, the perfume of flowers, the song of birds, and all the sweet sights and sounds of nature that greeted eye and ear and every sense filled her with joy. How could she so young and full of life and health be unhappy and so beautiful a world? So keen was her enjoyment that she rode farther than she had intended. Time passed so quickly that on looking at her watch she was surprised to find that she would hardly be able, even at a gallop, to reach eye on by the breakfast hour. she was a little disturbed at that for everybody was expected to be punctual at meals grandpa dinsmore was particular about it and she did not wish to give edward fresh cause for displeasure as she galloped swiftly up the avenue she was surprised to see him pacing the verandah to and fro watch in hand while his horse stood nearly ready saddled and bridled as she drew rain close to the verandah steps edward hastily returned his watch to its

good morning little wife he said with an affectionate kiss as he sat her down yet still keeping his arm about her i was not so kind as i might or should have been last night but you will not lay it up against your husband love no of course not ned she returned looking up into his face flushed and happy that's so loving an apology had been given her in place of the reproof she expected and you won't hate me because i was cross when you were hate you love no never i shall love you as long as long as you as we both live but i must say good-bye i'm summoned away on important business and shall have hardly time to catch the next train you might have told me last night she pouted as with another kiss he took his arm from her waist and turned to leave her i did not receive the summons till half an hour ago he answered hastily mounting his teeth when will you come back she asked i hope to be with you by tea-time this evening o'er my darling he threw her a kiss and was gone galloping so rapidly away that in a minute or two he was out of sight, all the more

speedily to her, because her eyes were blinded with tears as she stood motionless, gazing after him. It was their first parting, and there never came over her a feeling that, should he never come back, the world would be a desert, nothing left worth living for. Never mind, dear child, it is only a few hours of fall goes well, said a kind, sweet voice at her side. Yes, Mama, i wish he never had to go away without me and why couldn't i have gone with him this time she saw beginning to feel herself quite aggrieved though the idea of going with edward had but just occurred to her well dear there really was not time to arrange that elsie said embracing her with motherly affection but come now and get some breakfast you must be hungry after your right is grandpa vexed because i was not here in season zoas following her mother-in-law on her wait to the breakfast room. He has not shown any vexation, Elsie answered lightly, but you are not much behind time. They are all still at the table. Edward took his breakfast

early in order to catch his train. Zo's apprehensions were relieved immediately on entering the breakfast room as Mr. Dinsmore and all the others greeted her with the usual pleasant good morning. Reconciled to her husband and smiled upon by all the rest of the family, she grew quite happy. In saying she was not to be driven but would do anything for love and coaxing, she had spoken truly. And now her great desire was to do something to please Edward. She had been rather remiss in her studies of late, and though he had administered no reproof, she knew that he felt discouraged over it. She determined to surprise him on his return with carefully prepared lessons. After giving due attention to them, she spent hours at the piano, learning a song he admired, and had lately

bought for her, saying he thought it suited to her voice and wanted to hear her play and sing it. What a dear, industrious little woman, Elsie said, meeting her in the hall as she left the music room and bestowing upon her a motherly smile and caress. I know whom you are trying so hard to please, and if he does not show appreciation of your errors, I shall think him unworthy of so good a little wife. Zo colored with pleasure, oh, mama, she said, though I have been cross and willful sometimes, I would do anything in the world to please my husband when he is loving and kind to me. But do you know, I can't bear to be driven. I won't. If anybody tries it with me, it just rouses all that is evil in me. Well, dear, I don't think anyone in this

house wants to drive you, else he said repeating her caress, not even your husband, though he is perhaps a trifle masterful by nature. You and he will need to take the two bears into your counsels. She added sportively to bears, Mama, said Zoe looking up. And Zoe looked up in surprise and perplexity. Yes, dear, bear and forbear, as the poet sings, the kindest and the happiest bear will find occasion to forbear,

and something every day they live to pity and perhaps forgive. Zoe went slowly up to her own rooms and sat down to meditate upon her mother-in-law's words. Bear and forbear? Well, when Edward reproves me as if he were my father instead of my husband, talks about what he will and won't allow, I must bear with him, I suppose. And when I want to answer back that I'm my own mistress and not under his control, I must forbear and deny myself the pleasure. Hard for me to do.

But then it isn't to be all on one side, and if he will only forbear lecturing me in the beginning, all will go right. I mean to tell him so, and if he wants me to be very good, should set me the example. Good. When he scolds me again, I'll just remind him that example is better than precept. No, I won't either. I'll forbear. Ned is good to me and I don't want to provoke him. I mean to be a good little wife to him and I know he wants to be the best of husbands to me. Oh, how kind and good he was to me when Papa died and I hadn't another friend in the world, how he took me to his heart and comforted and loved me. I must never make him wish he hadn't. I'll do

everything I can to prove that I'm not ungrateful for all his love and kindness. Tears sprang to her eyes and she was seized with a longing desire for his presence, for an opportunity to pour out her love and gratitude, and have him clasp her to his heart with tenderest caresses, as was his wound. She glanced at the clock. Oh joy he might, he probably would return in an hour or perhaps a trifle sooner. She sprang up and began her toilet for the evening, paying close attention to his taste in the arrangement of her hair and the selection of her dress and ornaments i want to look just as beautiful in his sight as i possibly can that he may be pleased with me and love me better than ever was the thought in her heart i am his own wife and who has a better right to his love than i dear ned i hope we'll never quarrel but always keep the two bears with us in our home her labours completed she turned herself about before the pier glass mentally pronounced her attire false from the knot of ribbon in her hair to the dainty boots on the shapely little feet and her cheek flushed with pleasure as the mirror told her that face and form were even prettier than the dress and ornaments that formed a fit setting to their charms

the hour was almost up she glanced from the window to see if he were yet in sight he was not but she wanted a walk so would go to meet him he would dismount at sight of her and they would walk home together tying on a garden hat and throwing a light shawl about her shoulders. She hastened downstairs and out into the grounds. She had walked more than half the length of the avenue and she saw the family carriage turning in at the gates, Edward riding beside it. The flutter of a veil from its window caused her to change her plans. He was not returning alone, but bringing lady visitors, therefore. She would not go to meet him. And no one had told her visitors were expected. She felt a-creaved and somehow unreasonable as she knew it to be. She was angry at Edward's look of interest and pleasure as he leaned from the saddle in a listening attitude, as if hearkening to

the talk of someone within the carriage. Zoet's stepped behind a clump whose leafy screen hid her from the view of the approaching party, while through its interstices she could see them very plainly. As they drew near her, she saw that the carriage contained two young pretty lady-like girls, one of whom was talking to Edward with much animation and earnestness, he listening with evident interest and amusement. When the carriage had passed her, Zoe, gliding away through the shrubbery, gained the house by a circuituous route and a side entrance, and her own rooms by a back stairway. She fully expected to find Edward there, but he was not. Where can he be? she asked herself, half aloud, then sat down and waited for him, not very patiently. After some little

time, which to Zoe's impatience seemed very long, she heard the opening and shutting of a door, the voices of Mr. Dinsmore, his daughter, and Edward in conversation as they came down the hall together. He has been to see his mother first, she pouted. I think a man ought always to put his wife first, and turning her back to the door, she took up a book and made the pretense of being deeply interested in its perusal. Edward's step, however, passed on into the dressing room. As she heard him moving about there, she grew more and more vexed. It seemed that he was in no great haste to greet her after this first day's separation. He could put it off, not only for a visit to his mother in her private apartments, but also until he had gone through the somewhat lengthened duties of the toilet.

Well, she would show him that she too could wait, could be as cool and indifferent as himself. She assumed a graceful attitude in an easy chair, her pretty little feet upon a velvet cushioned stool, and with a book lying in her lap, listened intently to every sound coming from the adjoining room. At last she heard his step approach the door, then his hand upon the knob, when she instantly took up her book and fixed her eyes upon its open page as though unconscious of everything but what was printed there, really not taking in the meaning of a single word. Edward came in, came close to her side, still she neither moved nor lifted her eyes, but she could not control her colour and he saw through her pretenses. He knelt down beside her chair, bent his head and looked up into her face with laughing eyes. what can it be that so interests my little wife that she does not even know that her husband has come home after this their first day of separation have you no kiss of welcome for him little woman

the book was thrust hastily aside and in an instant her arms were about his neck her lips pressed again and again to his ned i do love you she said softly but i began to think you didn't care for me going to see mama first and then waiting to dress. Mama and Grandpa were concerned in the business that took me away today and I owed them a prompt report on it. Yet I looked in here first for my wife but couldn't find her. Then I asked for her and was told that she had been seen going out for a walk. So I thought I would dress and be ready for her when she came in.

Was that it? She asked, looking a little ashamed. But regarding him with critical eyes, you'd better. Always let me help with your dressing, your cravats. isn't tied nicely and your hair doesn't look half so well as when i brush it for you can't you set matters straight then he asked releasing her from the close embrace in which she had held her for the last few minutes yes just keep still as you are and i'll retie the crat he held still enjoying as you always did having her deft fingers at work about him and gazing the while into the pretty face his eyes full of loving admiration there she said at length leaning back a little to take in the full effect i don't believe you that that can be improved upon. Much obliged, he said, getting up from his knees. Now, what next? Your hair, of course. She answered, jumping up and leading the way into the dressing room,

sit down, arming herself with comb and brush. You know, I'm not tall enough to reach your head while you are standing up. He obeyed asking, what have you been doing today? What a question? She returned, laughing, of course. I take my pleasure when my lord and master was away. Don't call me that, dear. He said in a turn. tone of gentle, half-remorseful expostulation? Why not? Doesn't the Bible say Sarah obeyed Abraham calling him Lord? But it doesn't say, Master, and besides, these are very different times. We seem to have changed sights on that subject, she said with a merry little laugh, as she laid the brush away, and standing behind his chair, put her arms around his neck, and laid her cheek

to his. He drew her round to a seat upon his knee. Darling, I don't mean to play the tyrant, and I'm quite ashamed of some things I said last night. then you won't say them any more will you i was really afraid you were turning into a horrid tyrant oh you haven't told me who the visitors are who came in the carriage with you the daughter and niece of an old friend of my father's miss fanny dean and miss susie fleming how long are they likely to stay i don't know probably two or three weeks you asked what i'd been doing studying hard part of the time that i might please this old tutor of mine giving him another tug will you be pleased to hear me recite now there would not be time before tea dear he said consulting his watch so we will put it off till later in the evening come down into the drawing-room with me and let me introduce you to the ladies very well but first tell me if my toilet satisfies you he gave her a scrutining glance entirely you're as lovely as a fairy he said with a proud fond smile oh you flatterer she returned with a please laugh and slipping her hand into his your wife exclaimed both ladies when the introduction was over she looked so young so very young that i should have taken her for a school girl and she was d with a condescending smile that enraged so and i take you for an old maid of twenty-five

was a mental retort i dare say you'd be glad enough to be as young as i am and to have such a handsome husband but she merely made a demure little courtesy and withdrew to a seat beside her mother-in-law on the father's side of the room her heightened colour and flashing eyes alone telling how indignant she felt Never mind, dear, you are growing older every day, Elsie said in a soothing undertone, and are just the right age, Edward. We all think that. And I, that you are a dear little daughter for me. Thank you, dear Mama, whispered Zoe. I think it was very rude and unkind to liken me to a schoolgirl. I believe it was just because she envies me my youth and my husband. Perhaps so, Elsie said, with difficulty restraining a smile, but we will try to be charitable and think the remark was not unkindly meant. edward took miss dean into supper which was presently announced so did not like that as elsie perceived with some concern the young girl had very fine conversational powers and was very fond of displaying them she soon obtained and held the attention of all the older people at the table and zo felt herself more and more aggrieved edward was positively careless of her wants leaving her to be waited upon by the servants when they returned to the drawing-room he seated himself beside miss dean again and the flow of talk recommenced he continuing a delighted listener zo feigned not to notice or care but it was a very transparent pretence edward had devoted himself to almost exclusively to her ever since their marriage that she could scare endure to have it otherwise. She could not refrain from watching him furtively and trying to catch his every look,

word and tone. After a little, she stole quietly from the room and went up to her room. He will miss me presently, she thought. Remember about the lessons and come up to hear them, and I'll have him all to myself for at least a little while. He did not come, but at length Rosie looked in to say, won't you come down to the music room, Zoe? Miss Fleming is going to play for us, and she is said to be quite a wonderful performer. So accepted the invitation. She was fond of music, and it wasn't Miss Fleming who had robbed her of Edward. Yet when she saw him standing beside her, a rapt and delighted listener,

and assiduously turning her music, she began to almost hate her to. The advent of these two strangers seemed to have rendered ineffectual all the efforts she had put forth that day to gratify her husband. Of what use was it that she had so carefully prepared the lessons he would not trouble himself to hear, or that she had spent hours of patient practice at the piano. In learning the song, she was given no opportunity to play and sing. But womanly pride was awaking within her, and she made a tolerably successful effort to control and hide her feelings. When at length, she found herself alone with Edward in their own apartments, she moved silently about making

her preparations for retiring, seeming to have nothing to say. He burst into enthusiastic praises of the talents of their guests, the conversational gift of the one, the musical genius of the other. Zo, standing before the mirror, brushing out her soft shining tresses, made no response. Why are you so silent, little woman, Edward asked presently, because I have nothing to say that you would want to hear. Nothing I would want to hear. Why, I am fond of the very sound of your voice. But what's the matter? For he had come to her side and perceived with surprise and concern that her eyes were full of tears.

Oh, nothing except that I'd look forward to a day. delightful evening with my husband after being parted from him all day and didn't get it my dear zo he said i owe you an apology i actually forgot all about those lessons and me too she said bitterly my musical and conversational gifts sink into utter insignificance besides those of these newcomers jealousy is a very mean and wicked passions though i don't like to see you indulging it he said turning away from her i am of course expected to pay some attention to my mother's guess and you will have to put up with it you are always right and i am always wrong she said half choking with indignation but if you are as always to do as you please then i shall do as i please in regard to what he asked coldly everything she said in a defiant tone edward strode angrily into the next room but finally finally he asked coldly in a defiant tone edward strode angrily into the next room but finally minutes suffice to subdue his passion and in tender dons he called softly to his wife. Zoe, love, will you please come here for a moment? She started with surprise at the kindness of his tones. Her heart leaped for joy and she ran to him, smiling through her tears.

He had seated himself in a large, easy chair. Come, darling, he said, drawing her to a seat upon his knee, then with his arm about her waist. Zo, love, we are husband and wife, whom nothing but death can ever separate. Let us be kind to one another, kind and forbearing, so that when one is taken, the other will have no cause for self-reproach. Oh, Ned, don't talk of that. She sobbed with her arms about his neck, her cheek laid to his. I'm sure it would kill me to lose you. You are all I have in the wide world.

So I am, you poor little dear, he said, softly smoothing her hair, and I ought to be always kind to you. But indeed, Zoe, you have no need to be jealous of any other woman. I may like to talk with them and listen to them. music, but when I want someone to love and pet my heart turns to my own little wife. It was very foolish, she said penitently, but I did so want you to myself tonight, and I'd worked so busily all day learning the lessons and that song you brought me, thinking to please you. Did you, my dear? Well, it was too bad in me to neglect you so, and even to forget to give you this, which I had bought expressly for my dear little wife, while in the city today.

he took her hand as he spoke and slipped a ring upon her finger oh ned thank you she exclaimed lifting to his a face full of delight it's very very pretty and so good in you to remember to bring me something then shall we kiss and be friends and try not to quarrel any more yes oh yes she said offering her lips i must have that song to-morrow he said caressing her again and again no no i can't think of singing before such a performer as miss fleming but you are an early bird and she and miss dean will probably be late can't you sing and play for me before they're down in the morning well perhaps she answered coquettishly and the lessons will you hear them too before breakfast if you wish it dear End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libervox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibovox.org.

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 17. The beginning of strife is as when one leteth out water. therefore leave off contention before it be meddled with. Proverbs 1714. So we went to bed that night and rose again the next morning a happy little woman. The song was sun, the performance eliciting warm praise from the solitary listener. Then they had a delightful ride together, all before breakfast,

and she brought to the table such dancing eyes and rosy cheeks that Mr. Mr. Lilburn could not refrain from complimenting her upon them, while the rest of the other people smiled in approval. She looks younger than ever, remarked Miss Dean sweetly. It is quite impossible to realize that she is married. It is altogether possible for me to realize she is my own dear little wife, said Edward, regarding Zoe with loving, admiring eyes. A piece of personal property, I would not.

part with for untold gold, he added with a happy laugh. And we all think our Zoe is quite old for so young a husband, said Elsie, bestowing upon the two a glance of smiling motherly affection. It was a busy season with Edward, and he was compelled to leave the entertainment of the guests through the day to his mother and other members of the family. Zoe excused herself from any share in that work on the plea that she was too young to be companionable to the ladies, spent some hours in diligent study, then walked out with the children. I have two sets of lessons ready for you, was her greeting to Edward when he came in late the afternoon. Have you, dear, he returned, taking the easy chair she drew forward to him.

Then let me hear them. You must have been an industrious little woman today. tolerably, but you know one set was ready for you yesterday. Aw, yes, you were industrious then also, and I dare say it is rather stupid work studying alone. Not when one has such a nice teacher, she answered supportively. Praise from your lips is sweeter than it ever was from any other but papa's, she added, tears trembling in her eyes. He was glad to be able on the conclusion of the recitation to give it without stint. She flushed with pleasure and helping herself to a seat upon his knee. Thanked him with a hug and a kiss.

Easter holidays begin next week, he remarked, putting an arm about her and returning her caress. Do you wish to give up your studies during that time? No, she said. I've wasted too much time during the past few weeks, and I'd rather take my holidays in the very warm weather. That's what mamas and grandpa's pupils are to do. He said, they are invited to both the oaks and the laurels in May and June to spend some weeks at each place,

and you are included on both invitations. I shall not go unless you do, she said with decision. "'Parted from my husband for weeks? "'No, indeed. "'I can hardly stand it for a single day.' "'She added, laying her cheek to his. "'Nor I, little wife,' he said,

"'passing his hands softly over her hair. "'Do you feel equal to a ride this afternoon?' "'Why, yes, of course. "'Shall I get ready at once?' "'Yes, do, dearie. There is to be a party for us. Grandpa, Mama, and Miss Fleming, Miss Dean, you and I. Zoe's brow clouded, writing three abreast, I suppose.

But why do you ask Miss Dean? She'll spoil all my enjoyment. Don't let her. I must show some attention to her as a guest in the house, and really felt obliged to invite her. We are to call at Fairview and see how Lester and Elsie get on with their housekeeping. Now, do promise me that you will be a good, sensible, little woman, and not indulge in jealousy. To please you, I'll do the very best I can. I told you that I would do anything for love and coaxing,

she answered in a sprightly tone, with her arms still about his neck, her eyes gazing fondly into his. He drew her closer. I'll try always to remember and practice upon that, he said, now darling. Dawn that very becoming hat and habit you wore this morning. Miss Dean was an accomplished coquette, whose greatest delight was to prove her power over every man who came in her way, whether married or single, and perceiving Zoe's dislike to her and jealousy of every other. any attention paid her by Edward, she took a malicious pleasure in drawing him to her side whenever opportunity offered, and keeping him there as long as possible. Edward, with a heart entirely true for his young wife, endeavored to resist the fascinations

of the siren, and avoided her when politeness would permit. And Zoe struggled against her inclination to jealousy. Yet Miss Dean succeeded in the course of a few days in bringing about a slight coldness between them. They did not actually cruel, but there was a cessation of loving looks and endearing words and names. It was simply Zoe and Edward now instead of dearest and love and darling, while they rather avoided than sought each other's society. Edward was too busy, to walk a ride with his wife, and Max and Ralph Conley, at home now for the Easter holidays, and self-invited to Ion, became almost constant sharers of her outdoor exercise. Edward saw it with displeasure, for Ralph was no favorite with him.

When things had gone in that way for several days, he ventured upon a mild remonstrance, telling Zoe he would rather she not make a familiar. associate of Ralph. If I am debarred from my husband's society, I am not to be blamed for taking what I can get, she answered coldly. I don't blame you for what is past, Zoe, he said, but request that in future you will not have more to do with Ralph than is quite necessary. Zoe was in a defiant mood.

She walked away without making any reply. and an hour later Edward met her riding out with Ralph by her side. Max was not with them, as it was during his study hours, and they had not even an attendant. They had been laughing and chatting gaily, but at sight of Edward a sudden silence fell upon them. Zoe's head drooped, and her cheeks flushed hotly as she perceived the dark frown on her husband's brow. She expected some cutting words of rebuke, but he simply wheeled his horse about, placing himself on her other side so that she was between him and Ralph and rode on with them. Not a word was spoken until they drew rain at their own door, when Edward, dismounting, lifted his wife from her pony, and as he sat her down, said, I will be obliged to you, Zoe, if you will now prepare your lessons for today.

Zoe had already began to repent her open disregard for his wishes, for during the silent ride memory had been busy with the many expressions of love and tenderness he had lavished upon her in the short married life. And if there had been the least bit of either in his tones now, she would have whispered in his ears that she was sorry. It would not so offend again. But the cold stern accents made their request sound like a command, and roused again the spirit of opposition that had almost died out. She shook off his detaining hand and walked away in silence, with head erect and cheeks burning with indignation.

Ralph had not heard Edward's low-spoken words, but looking after Zoe as he disappeared within the doorway. Seems to me you're a bit of a tyrant, Ned. He remarked with a coarse, disagreeable laugh. I am not aware of having shown any evidence of such. Edward returned rather hotly, as he remounted. Then turning his horse's head, he rode rapidly away. Zoe went to her boudoir, gave vent to her anger, in a hearty fit of crying, then set to work at the lessons with a sincere desire to please the husband she really loved

with all her heart. I have been forgetting the two bears, she said to herself, but I'll try again, and when that hateful Miss Dean goes away, everything will be right again. I know Ned has to be polite to her, and it's very silly in me to get vexed when he talks to her, but I can't help it because he's my all. She finished her tasks,

dressed herself for dinner with care and taste, and when she heard his step on the stairs ran to the door to meet him. Her face was bright and eager, but changed at sight of his cold foreboding looks. I'm ready for you, she said timidly, shrinking away from him, very well, bring your books. He said with, she thought the air of a schoolmaster toward a pupil in disgrace, and seating himself as he spoke. She brought them, keeping her eyes cast down to hide the tell-tale tears. She controlled her emotion in another moment and went through the recitations very credibly to herself. He made no comment upon that, though usually he would have bestowed warm praise, but simply appointed the task for the next day,

rose and left the room. Zoe looked after him with a swelling heart, wiped away a tear, or two, and assuming an air of indifference went down to the parlor to join the rest of the family. Where's Ned? Asked Rosie. You two used never to be seen apart, but of late, the sentence was suddenly broken off because of a warning look from her mama. Don't you know, little girl, said Miss Dean in a soft purring tone, that nobody expects married people to remain lovers always.

"'It is what they should do,' Elsie said with gentle decision. "'It was so with my husband and myself, and I trust will be with all my children.' "'Allow me to advise you to deliver Ned a lecture on the subject, cousin,' laughed Ralph. "'He doesn't need it.' Zoe exclaimed with spirit, turning on Ralph with flashing eyes. "'Oh,' he said with a guffaw, I should have remembered that anyone taking the part of an abused wife is sure to have her wrath turned upon himself. What do you mean by that, sir? I am not an abused wife, said Zoe, tears springing to her eyes. There never was a kinder, tenderer husband than mine, and I know he loves me dearly.

He does indeed, dear. We none of us. doubt that in the least, and so you can well afford to let Ralph enjoy his forlone joke, remarked Mrs. Dinmore with an indignant reproving look at the latter, who colored under it and relapsed into silence. The weather was delightful, and the children having been given a half-holiday, spent the afternoon in the grounds. Zoe forsook the company of the older people for theirs, and joined in the sports, for she was still child. like in her tastes. She was as active as a boy, and before her marriage had taken keen to light in climbing rocks and trees. The apple trees in the orchard were in full bloom, and taking a fancy to

adorn herself with their blossoms, she climbed up among the branches of one of the tallest, in order, as she said, to take her pick and choice. Rosie, Lulu, Lulu, Grace, and Walter standing near and watching her with eager interest. Oh, Zoe, take care. Rosie called to her, that branch doesn't look strong and you might fall and hurt yourself badly. Don't you be afraid.

I can take care of myself. She returned with a light laugh. But another voice spoke close at hand, fairly startling her. It was so unexpected. Zoe, what mad prank is he? this. Let me help you down at once. There is no need for you to trouble yourself. I am quite able to get down without assistance when I am ready. She replied, putting a strong emphasis upon the last words,

No, it is too dangerous. And he held up his arms with an imperative, come. How you order me about, she muttered, half under her brow. and more than half inclined to rebel. But no, the children are looking and listening, and must not be allowed to suspect any unpleasantness between herself and her husband. She dropped into his arms. He set her upon her feet,

drew her hand within his arm, and walked away with her. I do not approve of tree-climbing for a married woman, Zoe, he said when they were out of earshot of the children. At least not for my wife, and I must request you not to try it again. It's a pity. I didn't know how much my liberty would be carteled by getting married. She returned bitterly. And I am entirely sorry it is out of my power to restore your liberty to you, since it seems that would add to your happiness.

At that she hastily withdrew her hand from his arm, and walked quickly away from him, taking the direction of the house. Leaning against a tree, his arms folded, his face pale and stern, he looked after her with a heart full of keenest anguish. She had never been dearer to him than at this moment, but alas, she seemed to have lost her love for him, and what a life of miserable dissension they were likely to lead. Repenting at leisure their foolishly hasty marriage. And she was half frantic with pain and passion. He was tired of her already. Before they had been married a year. He did not love her any longer and would be glad to rid of her. Oh, what should she do? Would that she could fly to the

ends of the earth that he might be relieved of her hated presence. And yet, how could she ever endure a constant absence from him? She loved him so dearly, so dearly. She hurried on past the house, down the whole length of the avenue, and back again. The hot tears all the time streaming over her cheeks, then she hastily wiped them away, went to her rooms, bathed her eyes, and dressed carefully for tea. Womanly pride had come to her aid. She must hide her wounds from all, especially from Edward himself and that distestable Miss Dean. She would pretend to be happy, very happy, and no one should guess how terribly her heart was aching. End of Chapter 17, recorded by Julina Goodell, Fairfax, Virginia.

Chapter 18 of Elsie's New Relations This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley Chapter 18 Where lives a man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide

And folly into sin Scott Ralph Conley was not a favorite with any of his eye on relatives because they knew his principles were not altogether such as they could approve, nor indeed his practice either. Yet they had no idea how bad a youth he was, else intimacy between him and Max would have been forbidden. All unsuspected by the older people,

he was exerting a very demoralizing influence over the younger boy. Every afternoon they sought out some private spot and had a game of cards, and little by little Ralph had introduced gambling into the game, till now the stakes were high in proportion to the means of the players. On this particular afternoon they had taken possession of a summer house in a retired part of the grounds and were deep in play. Ralph at first let Max win, the stakes being small, then raising them higher he won again and again,

till he had stripped Max of all his pocket money and his watch. Max felt himself ruined, and broke out in passionate exclamations of grief and despair, coupled with accusations of cheating, which were indeed well-founded. Ralph grew furious and swore horrible oaths, and Max answered with a repetition of his accusation, concluding with an oath,

the first he had uttered since his father's serious talk with him on the exceeding sinfulness and black ingratitude of profanity. All that had passed then, the passages of Scripture telling of the punishment of the swear, under the Levitical Law, flashed back upon him as the words left his lips, and covering his face with his hands he groaned in anguish of spirit at thought of his fearful sin. Then Mr. Dinsmore's voice, speaking in sternest accents, startled him both. Ralph, is this the kind of boy you are? A gambler and profane swearer? And you too, Max? Do you mean to break your poor father's heart and someday bring down his gray hairs with sorrow to the grave? Go at once to your room, sir. And you, Ralph, return immediately to Roselands. I cannot expose my grandchildren to the corrupting influence of such a character as yours. The mandate was obeyed promptly and in silence by both. Ralph not daring to gather up his plunder or even his cards

from the table where they lay. Mr. Dinsmore took possession of both, and followed Max to the house. In the heat of their altercation the lads had raised their voices to a high pitch, and he, happening to be at no great distance, and hastening to the spot to learn the cause of the disturbance, had come upon them in time to hear the last sentence uttered by each, and had taken in the whole situation at a glance. He went directly to his daughter's dressing-room and sent for Violet to join them there. Both ladies were greatly distressed by the tale he had to tell. Oh, sobbed Violet, it will break my husband's heart to learn that his only son has taken to such evil courses, and to think that it was a relative of our own who led him into it.

Yes, sighed Mr. Dinsmore, I blame myself for not being more watchful, though I had no idea that Ralph had acquired such vices. I cannot have you blame yourself, Papa. Elsie said, with tender look and tone, I am sure it was no fault of yours, and I cannot believe the dear boy has become a confirmed swearer or gambler in so short a time. He is a warm-hearted fellow, and has a tender conscience. We will hope by divine aid to reclaim him speedily. Dear Mama, thank you, exclaimed Violet, smiling through her tears. What you say of Max is quite true, and I have no doubt that he is at this very moment greatly distressed because of his sin. I trust it may be so, said Mr. Dinsmore. But now the question is, what is to be done with him?

I wish his father were here to prescribe the course to be taken. Oh, he has already done so, cried Violet, bursting into tears again. He said if Max should ever be guilty of profanity, he was to be confined to his own room for a week, and forbidden all interoperated. All interoperated, course with the rest of the family as unworthy to associate with them. I begged him not to compel us to be so severe, but he was inexorable. Then we have no discretionary power, no choice but to carry out his directions, Mr. Dinsmore said, feeling rather relieved that the decision was not left with him. I shall go now and tell Max what his sentence is and from whom it comes. And, unfortunately, it will be necessary in order to carry it out, to inform the other members of the family who might otherwise

hold communication with him. That task, I leave to you, Elsie, and Violet. He left the room and Violet after a little sorrowful converse with her mother went to her own and with many tears told Lulu and Gracie what had occurred and what was by their father's direction to be Max's punishment. Both little sisters were shocked and grieved, very sorry for Max, for it seemed to them quite terrible to be shut up in one room for a whole week, while to be out of doors was so delightful. But even Lulu had nothing to say against their father's decree, especially after Violet had explained that he had made it in his great love for Max, wanting to cure him of vices that would make him wretched in this life and the next. Rosie was still more shocked and scarcely less

sorry than Lulu and Gracie, for she had been taught to look upon swearing and gambling as very great sins, and yet she liked Max very much indeed, and pitied him for the disgrace and punishment he had brought upon himself. It was she who told Zoe, seeking her in her dressing room, where she was making her toilet for the evening. Oh, Rosie, how dreadful! exclaimed Zoe. I never could have believed it of Max, but it is all because of the bad influence of that wicked Ralph. I see now why Edward disapproves of him so thoroughly that he didn't like like me to ride with him. But I do think Captain Raymond is a very severe father. A whole week in the house, this lovely weather? How can the poor boy ever stand it? And nobody to speak a kind word to him

either. I don't think they ought to be so hard on him, for I dare say he is grieving himself sick over it now, for he isn't a bad boy. No, said Rosie, I don't think he is. I like Max very much, but of course his father's orders have to be carried out, and for that reason we are all forbidden to go near him, and we have no choice but to obey. Forbidden indeed, thought Zoe to herself, I for one shall do as I please about it. Zoe, how pretty you are! That dress is very becoming, exclaimed Rosie, suddenly changing the subject. Am I? But I can't compare with Miss Dean in either beauty or conversational powers, returned Zoe, the concluding words spoken with some bitterness. Can't you? Just ask Ned about it, laughed Rosie. I verily believe he thinks you the sweetest thing he

ever set eyes on. There, I hear him coming and must run away, for I know he always wants you all to himself here, and besides I have to dress. She ran gaily away, passing her brother on the threshold. Zoe was busying herself at a bureau drawer, apparently searching for something, and did not look toward him or speak. In another moment she had found what she wanted, closed the drawer, and passed into her boudoir. Edward had been standing silently watching her, love and anger struggling for the mastery in his breast. If she had only turned to him with a word or even a look of regret for the past, and desire for reconciliation, he would have taken her to his heart again as fully and tenderly as ever. He was longing to do so,

but too proud to make the first advances when he felt himself the aggrieved one. All would be right between them but for Zoe's silly jealousy and pride. Why could she not trust him and submit willingly to his guidance and control while she was still so young and inexperienced? Such a mere child as to be quite incapable of judging for herself in any matter of importance? In fact, he felt it his duty to guide and control her till she should grow older and wiser.

Such were his thoughts as he went through the duties of the toilet, while Zoe sat at the window of her boudoir, gazing out over the smoothly shaven lawn with its stately trees, lovely in their fresh spring attire, to the green fields and woods beyond, yet scarcely taking in the beauty of the landscape. So full of tears were her eyes, so full her heart of anger, grief, and pain. She had not looked at her husband as he stood silently near her a moment ago, but felt that she was a little bit of her. But felt that she was her, she was in her her her her her her her her her her her moment ago, but felt that, he was gazing with anger and sternness upon her. If he had only said one kind word to me, she whispered to herself, I would have told him I was sorry for my silly speech this afternoon, and oh, so happy to be his own little wife, if only he hasn't quit loving me. She hastily wiped her eyes and endeavored to assume an air of cheerfulness and indifference as she heard his step approaching. Are you ready to go down now, Zoe? he asked in a freezing tone. Yes, she answered, turning to follow him as he led the way to the door.

There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them, that their disagreements and coldness toward each other were to be concealed from all the rest of the world. In the old happy days they had always gone down together to the drawing-room or the tea-table, therefore it would do so still. Also they studiously guarded their words and looks in the presence of any third person. Yet Elsie, the tender mother with eyes sharpened by affection, had already perceived that all was not right. She had noted Zoe's disturbed look when Edward seemed specially interested in Miss Dean's talk, or Miss Fleming's music, and had silently determined not to ask them to prolong

their stay at Ion. The supper bell rang as Edward and Zoe descended the stairs together, and they obeyed its summons without going into the drawing-room. Pilate's place at the table was vacant as well as that of Max, and Lulu and Gracie bore the traces of tears about their eyes. These things reminded Zoe of Max's trouble, forgotten for a time in her own, and she thought pittingly of him in his imprisonment, wondered if he would be put upon prison fare, and determined to find out, and if he were, to try to procure him something better. She made an air into her own room soon after leaving the table, went to his door and knocked softly. Who's there? he asked, and a voice half-choked with sobs. It is I, Maxie, she said,

in an undertone at the keyhole. So, you know, I want to say I'm ever so sorry for you, and always ready to do anything I can to help you. Thank you, he said. But I mustn't see anybody, so can't open the door, and indeed, with a heavy sob, I'm not fit company for you or any of the rest. Yes, you are. You're as good as I am. But why can't you open the door? Are you locked in? No, but Papa said I, I must stay by myself for a week if I did what I have done today. So please don't stay any longer, though it was ever so good in you to come. Goodbye then, and she moved away. End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of Elsie's

New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 19 High minds of native pride and force

most deeply feel thy pangs remorse. Fear of their scourge mean villains have. Thou art the torture of the brave. Scott. Max sat before his writing table, his folded arms upon it, and his face hidden upon them. He was in sore distress of mind. How he had fallen before temptation, into what depths of disgrace and sin, sin that in olden times would have been punished with death, even as the horrible crime of murder, and that must still be as hateful as ever in the sight of an unchangeable God. And not only that sin of which he had thought he had so truly and deeply repented,

but another which he had always been taught, was a very low and degrading vice. Oh, could there be forgiveness for him? And how would his dear, honored father feel when the sad story should reach his ears? Would it indeed break his heart, as Grandpa Dinsmore had said? The boy's own heart was overwhelmed with grief, dismay, and remorse, as he asked himself these torturing questions. The door opened, but so softly that the sound was lost in his bitter sobbing. Then a hand rested lightly, tenderly upon his bowed head, and a gentle, pitying voice said, My poor, dear boy, my heart bleeds for you. Oh, Grandma Elsie!

He burst out. Can you say that to such a wicked fellow as I am? Did not Jesus weep with compassion over the sinners of Jerusalem, many of whom were even then plotting his death? And Maxie, he pities you in your fallen estate, and is ready to forgive you the moment you you turn to him with grief and hatred of your sin, and an earnest desire to forsake it, and to give yourself to his service. Oh, I do! I do hate it, he cried out with vehemence. I didn't mean ever to swear anymore, and I feel as if I'd rather cut off my right hand than to do it again. But oh, how can I ask him to forgive me, when he did once? And I've gone and done the same

wicked thing again, just as if I hadn't been really sorry at all, though I was sure I was. Grandma Elsie, what shall I do? Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts. Let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon. He is the Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and sin. His name is Jesus, for he shall save his people from their sins. He says Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out. O Israel thou hast destroyed thyself, but in me is thine help.

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. I, even I, am he that bloteth out thy transgressions for my own sake, and will not remember thy sins. Oh, he is very good to say that. the penitent boy. But won't you ask him to forgive me, Grandma Elsie? Yes, Max, but you must pray too for yourself.

Confess your sins to him, and ask him to block them out and remember them no more against you, because Jesus has suffered their penalty in your stead. Shall we kneel down now and ask him? She stayed with him sometime longer, talking in tender motherly fashion, not extenuating his guilt, but speaking of the blood that cleanseth from all sin, the love and tender compassion of Jesus,

his willingness and ability to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, warning him too of the danger from evil associates and from indulgence in the vice of gambling. Then she told him he was not too young to begin to lead a Christian life, and urged him to do so without a moment's delay. I think I do want to be a Christian, Grandma Elsie, he said, if I only knew just how. It is to leave the service of Satan for that of the Lord Jesus Christ, she said. It is to give yourself body and soul at once and forever to Jesus, trusting in him alone for salvation from sin and eternal death.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved. Look unto me and be ye saved. all the ends of the earth. Just take the first step and he will help you on all the way, one step at a time, till you reach the gates of the celestial city. This God is our God for ever and ever. He will be our guide even unto death. Just speak to the Lord Jesus, dear Max, as if you could see him standing before you while you knelt at his feet. Say to him as the leopard did, Lord, if thou wilt thou canst make me clean. Tell him how fool you. You. Tell him how fool you, you are of the dreadful leprosy of sin, how unable to heal yourself, and beseech him to do the work

for you, to wash you and make you clean, and cover you with the robe of his righteousness, give yourself to him, asking him to accept the worthless gift, and make you entirely and forever his own. She rose to leave him. Oh, do stay a little longer, he pleaded, clinging to her hand, tell me, "'Do you think Mama Vye will ever love me anymore? "'That she will ever kiss me again?' he sobbed. "'I am sure she will, Max,' Elsie answered in move tones. "'She has not ceased to love you,

"'and I think we'll come and speak a word to you now if you wish it. "'Oh, so much, only. "'Only I'm dreadfully ashamed to look her in the face, "'and, oh, Grandma Elsie, do you think it will break my father's heart "'when he hears it all?' "'It will make him very sad and deep. "'I have no doubt, Max,' she answered gently. "'But if he hears, too, that you have truly repented,

"'and given your heart to God he cannot fail to be greatly comforted. "'Tell him the whole truth, my dear boy. "'Don't try to conceal anything from him.' "'It's what I mean to do, Grandma Elsie,' he said, with a heavy sigh, "'though I'd rather take the worst kind of a flogging, "'and that's what I'd get if he was here, for he told me so.' "'I am very glad you love your father so well, Max, and that your sorrow is more for grieving him, and especially for having dishonored and displeased God,

than for the unpleasant consequences to yourself. It gives me great hope that you will never be guilty of such conduct again. Now I shall go and send your mama to you. She is in her own rooms, for she has been too much distressed over her dear boy's sad fall to join the others at the table or in the drawing room. She loves you very dearly, Max. It's very good of her, he said in trembling tongue, and oh, I'm ever so sorry to have grieved her so. Violet was greatly comforted by her mother's report of her interview with Max, because both saw on his conduct and words the evidence of sincere repentance toward God, giving them strong hope of his future avoidance of the sins of profanity and gambling.

She went to him presently, put her arms about him, kissed him, wept with him, and like her mother pointed him to the Savior, telling of his willingness to forgive every truly penitent soul. Oh, Mama Vai, he sobbed, I thought I was that before, when Papa showed me what an awful sin swearing was, and I didn't think I could ever do it again. But I got dreadfully angry with Ralph because he cheated me out of everything, all my money and my watch that I've always thought so much of, you know,

and the wicked wharf slipped out before I knew it. They just seemed to speak themselves. Dear Max, that is one of the dreadful consequences of allowing ourselves to fall into such wicked ways. It is the power of habit which grows upon us till we are bound by it as with an iron chain. The Bible says his own iniquities shall take the wicked himself, and he shall be holden with the cords of his sins. So the longer anyone lives in sin, the harder it is for him to break away from it, to repent and be converted and saved. "'Therefore I beseech you to come to Jesus now. "'God's time is always now.

"'Mama, Vi, I think I have,' he said low and humbly. "'I tried to do it with my heart when Grandma Elsie was praying for me. "'Oh, Max, dear Max, I'm very glad,' she returned with tears of joy in her eyes, "'and your father will rejoice, almost as the angels do in heaven "'when a sinner repents and is saved. "'It's a dreadful task to have to write down all about this afternoon for him to read. sighed the boy. But you will do it, Max?

Will you tell him the whole truth like a brave boy? Quiried Violet anxiously. Yes, ma'am, I will. Oh, I wish he were here so I could just tell him and have it all over in a few minutes, but now it will be so long that I'll have to wait to hear what he has to say about it. Violet expressed her sympathy, joining very heartily in his wish for his father's presence,

then left him to his task. Seems to me it's a little like marching up to the cannon's mouth. Max said to himself as he took out his writing materials and dipped his pen in the ink, but it's got to be done and I'll have it over. He cogitated a moment then began. Dear Papa, I've been doing very wrong for most a week, letting a fellow teach me to play cards and gamble. We didn't play for money or anything but fun at first,

But afterward we did, and I lost all the money I had, and worse still, the nice watch you sent me. But the very worst is to come. You would never believe I could be so terribly wicked after all you said to me, and I wouldn't have believed it myself. And no, I don't like to tell you, for I'm afraid it will almost break your heart, Papa, to know you have such a wicked boy for your only son. But I have to tell you, because you know you said I must tell you everything bad I did. Well, I was sure the fellow had cheated, and I got very mad, and called him a cheat and a thief. Then he got mad and swore horrible oaths at me and called me a liar, and that made me madder than ever and,

oh, Papa, how can I write it for you to see? I swore at him. The boy's tears were dropping upon the paper. He dashed them hastily away, and went on writing. I am dreadfully, dreadfully sorry, Papa. I think I was never so sorry for anything in all my life because it was so wicked and ungrateful to God. I've asked him to forgive me for Jesus' sake, and Grandma Elsie has asked him for me too, and Mama Vi told me she had been praying for me, and I've tried to give myself to the dear Savior, and I hope I'll be his servant all the rest of my life. I think he has forgiven me. And will you forgive me too, Papa?

I'm to stay alone here in my room for a week. Mama Vise says you said that was the way I should be punished if I ever did that wicked thing again. And it isn't a bit worse than I deserve. End of Chapter 19. Chapter 20 of Elsie's New Relations. This is the Liprovox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Amy. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 20 There are that raise up strife and contention, Habakkuk 1.3. Only by pride cometh contention, Proverbs 1310. While Zoe was at Max's door, something took Edward to their rooms. He was there but a moment, just long enough to pick up the archery.

article he wanted, and hurrying down the hall again caught the sound of her voice as he reached the head of the stairway. For an instant he stood still, debating with himself whether to interfere or not, then decided in the negative, passed on down the stairs, more angry with her than ever. She was defying not only his authority, but also that of his grandfather and mother, and interfering with their management of the children committed to their care by their own father. truly he feared he had made a sad mistake in putting such a child into a woman's position, where she felt herself entitled to rights, for whose proper exercise she had not yet sufficient judgment or self-control. As he entered the drawing-room, Miss Dean, who was seated at a table, looking over a portfolio of drawings and engravings, called him to her side.

You have visited these places, Mr. Travella, she said, and I want the benefit of your explanations. and your opinion whether the pictures are true to nature. They are European views, I see. Of course he could not, without great rudeness, refused to take a seat by her side and give her the information she requested. So it happened that when Zoe came in presently after, her anger was intensely aroused

by seeing her husband and Miss Dean, seated at a distant table, apart from the rest of the occupants of the room, laughing and talking, with their heads very close together over an ink, graving. Edward lifted his, just in time, to catch a look of mingled amazement, scorn, and indignation. He flushed hotly, and remembering what he had just overheard upstairs, and what had passed between them in the apple orchard, gave her an angry glance in return. She drew her slight girlish figure

up to its full height, and turning away, crossed the room toward a sofa, where Mrs. Dinsmore, and a bachelor gentleman of the neighborhood, sat conversing together. A sudden impulse seized her as Mr. Larned rose and took her hand in greeting. Mrs. Dinsmer being called from the room at the same moment by a servant, who said that someone was waiting in the hall to speak to her. I'll pay Edward back in his own coin, so he said to herself, and Mr. Larned was surprised at the great cordiality and winning sweetness of her manner, as she took the vacated seat by his side, then at the spirit and vivacity, with which she rattled away to him, now on this theme, now on that. Lent an unwanted glow to her cheek, and brilliancy and sparkled to her always beautiful eyes.

Edward, watching her furtively with a darkening brow, thought he had never seen her so pretty and fascinating, and never had her low, soft laugh, as now and again it reached his ear, sounded so silvery, sweet, and musical, yet it jarred on his nerves, and he would fain have stopped it. He hoped momentarily that Mr. Larnard would go, but he sat on and on the whole evening. Zoe entertaining him all the while. Other members of the family came in, but though he rose to greet them, he immediately resumed his seat,

and she kept hers, even in spite of the frowning looks, her husband gave her from time to time, but when she feigned not to see. At length, his mother proceeded with pain what was going on, managed to release him from Miss Dean, and he at once took a seat on his wife's other side

and joined in the talk. Zoe had but little to say after that, and Mr. Larned presently took his departure. That was a signal for the good nights, and all scattered to their rooms. Zoe's heart quaked as the door of the boudoir closed upon her, shutting her in alone with her irate husband. She knew that he was angry, more angry with her than he had ever been before, and though in her thoughts she tried to put all the blame on him,

conscience told her that she was by no means blameless. He locked the door, then turned toward her. she glanced up at him half defiantly half timidly his look was very stern and cold she turned away with a pout and a slight shrug of her pretty shoulders it seems your smiles are for miss dean while your black looks are reserved for your wife she said i have no interest in miss dean he replied it is nothing to me how she behaves but my wife's conduct is a matter of vital importance and let me tell you zoi i will have no more such exhibitions as you made of yourself to-night with either mr larnet or any other man i won't allow it there are some things a man won't put up with you must and shall show some respect to my wishes to my wish in regard to this orders you'd better say she muttered well then orders if you prefer it she was very angry and with a good deal frightened exhibitions indeed she cried sinking into a chair for she was trembling from head to foot what did i do why had you any more right to laugh and talk with another woman than i with another man laughing and talking may be well enough but it was more that you were actually flirting you call it that just because you were jealous and if i was it was your fault setting me the example by flirting with miss dean i did nothing of the kind he returned hotly i sat beside her against my will simply because she requested me to go over those sketches and engravings with her i couldn't in common politeness refuse well i didn't know that and you needn't scold me for following your example i tell you i did not set you the example and i advise you to beware how you behave so again also how you interfere in the discipline grandpa and mamma see proper to use toward max and his sisters as you did to-night say you have been acting the spy upon your wife she interrupted with scornful indignation

no i overheard you quite accidentally it is the second time you have done that thing and i warn you to let it be the last indeed why don't you say at once that you'll beat me if i don't obey all your tyrannical orders because it wouldn't be true should i ever so far forget my second time i never so far forget my second as to lift my hand against my wife i could never again lay claim to the name of gentlemen perhaps then you will lock me up she sneered possibly i may if you make it necessary he said coldly lock me up indeed i'd like to see you try it she cried starting up with flashing eyes and stamping her foot in a sort of fury of indignation then rushing into the adjoining room she tore off her ornaments and dress pulled down her hair her cheeks burning her eyes hot and dry but by the time she had assumed her night-dress the first fury of passion had spent itself and scald and tears were raining down her cheeks she threw herself on the bed sobbing convulsively oh i never never thought he would treat me so and he wouldn't dare if papa was alive but he knows i've nobody to defend me nobody in the wide world and he can abuse me as much as he pleases but i think it's very mean for a big strong man to be cruel to a weak little woman then as her anger cooled still more but i have done and said provoking things, today as well as he, she acknowledged to herself. I suppose if I'd been in his place, I'd have got mad, too, and scolded and threatened my wife. Well, if you'd only come and kiss me and coax me a little, I'd Sarah was sorry and didn't intend

to vex him so anymore. She hushed her sobs and listened. She could hear him moving about in the dressing room. Edward, she called in soft, tremulous tones. No answer. She waited a moment, then called a little louder. Ed? There was no reply, and she turned over on her pillow and cried herself to sleep. When she woke, all was darkness and silence. She felt half frightened.

Edward, she said softly, and put out her hand to feel for him. He was not there. She sprang from the bed and groped her way into the dressing room. There the moon shone in, and by its light, she perceived the form of her husband, stretched upon a couch, while the sound of his breathing told her that he slept. She crept back to her bed and lay down upon it with such a sense of utter loneliness as she had never known before. Oh, she moaned to herself. He hates me, he hates me, he wouldn't even lie down beside me, he would never love me anymore. She wept a long while, but at last fell into a profound sleep. When she next awoke, day had dawned, but it was earlier than their usual hour for rising. The first object that met her gaze was Edward's,

untouched pillow, and the sight instantly brought back the events of the previous day and night. Her first emotion was resentment toward her husband, but better thoughts succeeded. She loved him dearly, and for the sake of peace she would humble herself a little. She would go and wake him with a kiss, and say she was sorry to have vex him, and if he'd only be kind and not order her, she wouldn't do so anymore. She slipped out of bed, still noiselessly to the door of the dressing room, and looked in. He was not there, and the room was in great disorder, closet and wardrobe doors and bureau drawers opened and things scattered here and there as if he had made a hasty selection of garments tossing aside such as he did not want as though he gazed about in wondering surprise the sound of wheels caught her ear she ran to a window overlooking a side entrance and dropped on her knees before it to look and listen without danger of being seen there stood the family carriage edward was in the act of handing miss fleming into it miss dean followed and he stepped in after her

her, only pothed in a moment with his foot upon the step, to turn and answer a question from his mother. "'How long do you expect to be gone, Edward?' Elsie asked. "'Probably a week or ten days, mother,' he replied. "'Good-bye.' And in another instant the carriage rolled away. So he felt stunned, bewildered as she knelt there, leaned in her head against the window-frame, and watched it till it was out of sight. "'Gone!' she said aloud.

"'Gone without one word of goodbye to me, without telling me he was going. without saying he was sorry for his cruel words last night and with miss dean oh i know now that he hates me and will never never love me again bitter scalding tears streamed from her eyes she rose presently and began mechanically picking up and putting away his clothes that made her usual neat toilet stopping every now and then to wipe away her tears for she was crying all the time the breakfast bill rang at the accustomed hour but she could not bear the thought of going down and showing her tears full in eyes at the table. Besides, she did not feel hungry, she thought she would never want to eat again. After a little, opening the door in answer to her wrap, she found Agnes standing there with a delightful breakfast on a silver waiter. Hot coffee, delicate rolls and muffins, tender beefsteak and omel. Good morning, Miss Zoe, said the girls walking in and setting her burden down on the stand. Miss Elsie, she told me for to fotch up this year. She think, Miss Elsie do, that perhaps you'd rather

eat your breakfast up year this morning. Yes, so I would, Agnes, though I'm not very hungry. Tell Mama she's very kind, and I'm much obliged. Yes, Miss Zoe, and Agnes curtsied and withdrew. Zoe took a sip of the coffee, tasted the omelette, found a coming appetite, and went on to make a tolerably hearty meal, growing more cheerful and hopeful as she ate. But grief overcame her again as she went about the solitary rooms. It seemed as if her husband's presence lingered everywhere,

and yet as if he were dead and buried, and she never to see him more. Not quite a year had elapsed since her father's death, and the scenes of that day and night, and many succeeding ones came vividly before her, the utter forlornness of her condition, alone in a strange land with a dying parent, with no earthly comfort her at hand, no friend or helper in all the wide world, and how Edward then flew to her assistance, how kindly he ministered to her dying father, how tenderly he took her in his arms, whispering words of love and sympathy, and asking her to become his wife and give him the right to protect and care for her. And how he had lavished favors and endearments upon her all these

months, how patiently he had borne with petulance and frequent disregard of his known wishes, nor ever once reminded her that she owed her home and every earthly blessing to him. How he had sympathized with her in her burst of grief for her father, soothing her with tenderest caresses and assurances of the bliss of the departing. and reminding her of the hope of reunion in the better land. After all this, she surely might have borne a little from him, a trifling and neglect or reproof, a slight exertion of authority, especially as she could not deny that she was very young and foolish,

to be left to her own guidance. And perhaps he had a right to claim her obedience, for she knew that she had promised to give it. She found she loved him with a depth and passion she had not been aware of, but he had gone away without a goodbye to her, in anger and with miss dean he would never have done that if there had been a spark of love left in his heart where and how was he going to spend that week or ten days at the house of miss dean's parents sitting beside her hearing her talk and enjoying it though he knew his little wife at home must be breaking her heart because of his absence was he doing this instead of carrying out his half-threat of locking her up did he know that this was a punishment ten times worse but if he wasn't going to love her any more If he was tired of her and wanted to be rid of her, how could she ever bear to stay and be a burden, and constant annoyance to him?

Elsie, coming up a little later, found her in her boudoir, crying very bitterly. Dear child, my dear little daughter, she said taking her in her kind arms. Don't grieve so. A week or even ten days will soon roll round, and Edward will be with you again. Oh, Mama, it is a long, long while, she sobbed. You know we've never been parted for a whole day since we were reminded. married, and he's all I have. Yes, dear, I know, and I felt sure you were crying up here, and didn't want to show your tell-tale face at the table. So I sent your breakfast up. I hope you paid proper attention, did not treat it with neglect, she added sportively. It tasted very good, Mama,

and you were very kind, Zoe said. She longed to ask where on one errand Edward had gone, but did not want to expose her ignorance of his plans. I did not know the ladies were going today. she remarked. It was very sudden, was the reply. Of a telegram received this morning summoned them home because of the alarming illness of Miss Dean's father. And as Edward had business

to attend to that would make it necessary for him to take a train leaving only an hour later than theirs, he thought it best to see them on their way as far as our city. He could not do more, as their destination and his lie in exactly opposite directions.

Though Edward had kept his own counsel, the kind mother had her suspicions and was anxious to relieve Zoe's mind as far as lay in her power. Zoe's brightening countenance in sight of relief showed her that her efforts were not altogether in vain. I think Edward was sorry to leave his little wife for so long, she went on. He committed her to my care. What will you do with yourself this morning, dear, while I am busy with the children in the schoolroom? I don't know, Mama. Perhaps learn some lessons. Edward would wish me to attend to my studies while he is away.

and i want to please him i haven't a doubt of that dear i know there is very strong love between you and the knowledge makes me very happy mamma said zoie may i ask you a question certainly dear as many as you please did you obey your husband elsie looked surprised almost startled the query seemed to throw a new light on the state of affairs between edward and his young wife but she answered promptly in her own sweet gentle tones my dear I often wish he would only give me the opportunity. It would have been so great a pleasure to give up my wishes for when I loved so dearly. Then he never ordered you? Yes. Once, very soon after our marriage, he laid his commands upon me to cease calling him Mr. Travella and say Edward, Elsie said with a dreamy smile and a faraway look in her soft brown eyes.

He was very much older than I, and known him from very early childhood, as a grown-up gentleman and my father's friend, I have been used to call in him Mr. Travella, and could hardly feel it respectful to drop the title. The only other order he ever gave me was not to exert myself to lift my little Elsie before I had recovered my strength after her birth. He was very tenderly careful of his little wife,

as he delighted to call her. I wish I had known him, said Zoe. Is my husband much like him? More in looks and disposition. I sometimes think he resembles my father more than his own in the latter regard. Yes, thought Zoe, that's where he gets his disposition to domineer over me and order me about. I always knew Grandpa Dinsmer was of that sort. Aloud, she said, with a water smile.

And my Edward has been very tenderly careful of me. And always will be, I trust, said his mother, smiling more cheerily. If he does not prove so, he is less like my father than I think. mamma will tell you i am sure that she has been the happiest of wives i suppose it depends a good deal upon the two dispositions how a couple get on together remarked zoie sagely but mamma do you think the man should always rule and have his way in everything i think a wife's best plan if she desires to have her own way is always to be or to seem ready to give up to her husband don't deny or oppose their claim to authority and they're not likely to care to exert it if i were only as wise and good as you mamma murmured zoie with a sigh ah dear i'm not at all good and as to the wisdom i trust it will come to you with yours there is an old saying that we cannot expect to find gray heads on green shoulders End of Chapter 20, recording by Amy. Chapter 21 of Elsie's New Relations.

This is a Libravox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. Recording by Amy. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 21. And if division come, it soon is passed. Too sharp, too strange, and agony to last. and like some rivers bright abundant tide, which ardor accident had forced aside, the well springs of affection, gushing ore, back to their natural channels flow once more.

Mrs. Norton. Left alone, Zoe sat meditating on her mother-in-law's advice. Oh, she said to herself, if I could only know that my husband's love isn't gone forever, I could take comfort in planning to carry it out. But oh, if he hadn't quite left off caring for me, how could he threaten me so, and then go away without making up, without saying goodbye, even if he didn't kiss me? I couldn't have gone away from him, so for one day, and he expects to be away for ten. Ten days, such a long, long while, and her tears fell like rain. She wiped them away after a little, opened her books, and tried to study, but she could not fix her mind upon the subject. her thoughts would wander from it to edward traveling farther and farther from her and the tears kept dropping on the page she gave it up and tried to sew but could not see to take her stitches or thread her needle for the blinding tears she put on her hat and a veil to hide her tear-stained face and swollen eyes still quietly downstairs and out into the grounds where she wandered about solitary and sad everywhere she missed edward she could think of nothing but him and his despise

pleasure, and her heart was filled with sad, foreboding for the future. Would he ever, ever love and be kind to her again? After a while, she crept back to her apartments, taking care to avoid meeting anyone. But Elsie was there looking for her. The children's lesson hours were over. They were going for a drive, and hoped Zoe would go along. Thank you, Mama, but I do not care to go today. Zoe answered in a choking voice and turned away to hide her tears. My dear child, my dear, foolish little girl, Elsie said, putting her arms around her, why should you grieve so?

Ned will soon be at home again, if all goes well. He is not very far away, and if you should be taken ill, or need him very much for any reason, a telegram would bring him to you in a few hours. But he went away without kissing me goodbye, he didn't kiss me last night or this morning. The words were on the tip of Zoe's tongue,

but she held them back and answered only with fresh tears and sobs. I'm afraid you are not well, dear, Elsie said. What can I do for you? Nothing, thank you, Mama. I didn't sleep quite so well as usual last night, and my head aches. I'll lie down and try to get a nap. Do, dear, and I hope it will relieve the poor head. As you are a healthy little body,

I presume the pain has been brought on merely by loss of sleep and crying. I think Edward must not leave you for so long a time again. again. Would you like Mama to stay with you, darling? she asked with a motherly caress. Zoe declined the offer. She would be more likely to sleep if quite alone, and Elsie withdrew after seeing her comfortably established upon the bed. Strange, she said to herself, as she passed on through the upper hall and down the broad staircase into the lower one. It can hardly be that Edward's absence alone can distress her so greatly. I fear there is some misunderstanding standing between them. I think I must telegraph for Edward if she continues so inconsolable.

His wife's health and happiness are a far more consequence than any business matter. But I shall consult Papa first, of course. She went into the library, found him sitting there, and laid the case before him. He shared her fear that all was not right between the young couple, and remarked that, unfortunately, Edward had too much of his grandfather's sternness and disposition to domineer. I don't like to hear you depreciate yourself, Papa, Elsie said. Edward may have that disposition without having got it from you, and I am sure Mama would indignantly repel the insinuation that you were ever a domineering husband.

Perhaps so. My daughter was a safety valve in my case. Well, daughter, my advice is, wait till tomorrow at all events. I must say she doesn't seem to me one of the kind to submit tamely to oppression. I did not like her behavior last evening, and it may be that she needs a lesson her husband seems to be giving her. He certainly has been affectionate enough in the past, to make it reasonable to suppose he is not abusing her now. Oh, I could never think he would do that, exclaimed his mother, and I believe in my heart he would hurry home at once if he knew how she is fretting over his absence. It was near the dinner hour when Elsie returned from her drive, and stealing on tiptoe into Zoe's bed. bedroom she found her fast asleep her eyelashes were still wet and she looked flushed and feverish elsie gazed at her in tender pity and some little anxiety the face was so young and childlike and even in sleep wore a grieved expression that touched the kind mother's heart

poor little orphan she sighed to herself she must feel very lonely and forlorn in her husband's absence especially if things have gone wrong between them how could i ever have borne a word or look of displeasure from my husband i hope she is not going to be ill is zoie not coming down mr dinsmore asked as a family gathered about the dinner-table i found her sleeping papa and thought it best not to wake her elsie answered i think she does not look quite well and that sleep will do her more good than anything else zoie slept most of the afternoon woke apparently more cheerful and ate with seeming enjoyment the delicate lunch presently brought her by elsie's orders but she steadily declined to join the family at tea or in the parlor she would much rather stay where she was for the rest of the day she said and she felt dull and her head still ached a little every one felt concerned about and disposed to be as kind to her as possible mrs dinsmore elsie violet and rosy all came in in the course of the afternoon and evening to ask how she did and express a hope that she would soon be quite well again and to try to cheer her up they offered her companionship through the night any one of them would willingly sleep with her but she said she was not timid and would prefer to remain alone well dear i should feel trifle easier not to have you alone elsie said as she bade her good night, but we will not force our company upon you. None of us lock our doors at night, and my rooms are not far away. Don't hesitate to wake me, if you feel uneasy or want anything in the night.

Thank you, dear Mama, returned Zoe, putting her arms about her mother's neck. You are so good and kind, such a dear mother to me. I will do as you say, if I feel all timid in the night, I shall run to your rooms and creep into bed with you. So they all left her, and the house grew silent and still. it was the first night since her marriage that her husband had not been with her and she missed him more than ever besides through the day she had been buoyed up in a measure by some hope that he would send her a note a telegram or some sort of message he had not done so and the conviction that she had quite alienated him from her grew stronger and stronger again she indulged in bitter weeping wetting her pillow with her tears as she vainly courted sleep "'He hates me now. I know he does, and will never love me again,' she repeated to herself.

"'I wish I didn't love him so. He said he was sorry he couldn't give me my liberty, but I don't want it. But he wants to be rid of me, where he would never have said that, and how unhappy he must be, and will be all his life to a wife he hates. "'I won't stay here to be a burden and torment to him,' she cried, starting up with sudden determination and energy. "'I love him so dearly that I'll deliver him. from that, even though it will break my heart, for, oh, how can I live without him? She considered a moment, and, foolish child, thought it would be an act of noble self-sacrifice, and also very romantic, to run away and die of a broken heart, in order to relieve her husband

of the burden and torment she chose to imagine that he considered her. A folly, though, was partly the effect of too much reading of sensational novels, partly a physical ailment, for she was really feverish and ill. She did not pause to decide where she would go, or to reflect how she could support herself, were not all places alike away from the one she so dearly loved, and as to support she had a little money, and would not be likely to live long enough to need more. Perhaps Edward would search for her from a sense of duty. She knew he was very conscientious, but she would manage so that he would never be able to find her.

she would go under an assumed name she would call herself miss and no one would suspect her of being a married woman running away from her husband ah it was not altogether a disadvantage to be and look so young and when she should find herself dying or so near it that there would not be time to send for edward she would tell someone who she really was and asked that a letter should be written to him telling of her death so that he would know he was free to marry again mary again the thought of that shook her resolution for a moment it was torture to imagine the love and caresses that had been hers lavished upon another woman but perhaps after his unhappy experience of married life he would choose to live single the rest of his days he had his mother and sisters to love and could be happy without a wife besides she had read somewhere that though love was everything to a woman men were different and could do quite well without it she went into the dressing-room turned up the night-lamp and looked at her watch it was one o'clock at two a stage passed northward along a road on the farther side of fairview she could easily make her few preparations in half an hour walk to the nearest point on the route of the stage in time to stop it and get in then while journeying on decide what her next step should be she packed a handbag with such things as she deemed most essential arrayed herself in a plain dark woollen dress with hat veil and gloves to match threw a shawl over her arm and was just turning to go when a thought struck her i had to leave a note of course they always do sitting down at her writing-desk she directed an envelope to her husband then wrote on a card i am going away never to come back don't look for me for it will be quite useless as i shall manage so that you can never trace me breaks my heart to leave you my dear dear husband for love you better than life but i know i have lost your love and i want to rid you the burden and annoyance of a hated wife

so farewell forever in this world and may you be very happy all your days zoie her tears fell fast as she wrote she had to wipe them away again and again and the card was so blotted and blistered by them that some of the words were scarcely legible but there was not time to write another so she put it in the envelope and laid it on the toilet-table where it would be sure to catch his eye then taking up her shawl and satchel she sent one tearful farewell glance around the room and stole noiselessly downstairs and out of the house by a side door it caught her dress in clothing but she was unaware of that for a moment as she stood still on the step remembering with a sudden pain that was more than half regret that the deed was done beyond recall for the dead latch was down and she had no key with which to effect an entrance she must go on now whether she would or not she took a step forward and found she was fast she could neither go on nor retreat oh dreadful to be caught there in her scheme at the same time baffled and revealed all at once she sought in a new light oh how angry how very angry edward would be what would he do and say to her certainly she had given him sufficient reason to deem it necessary to lock her up for what right had she to go away to stay without his knowledge and consent she who had taken a solemn vow in the presence of her dying father too to love honor and obey him as long as they both should live oh it would be too disgraceful to be caught so she exerted all her strength in the effort to wrench herself free even at the cost of tearing the dress and being obliged to travel with it unrepaired but in vain the material was too strong to give way and she sank down on the step in a state of pitiable fright and despair she heard the clock in the hall strike two even the servants would not be stirring before five so she had at least three hours to sit there alone and exposed to danger from tramps thieves and burglars if any should happen to come about

and oh the miserable prospect before her when this trying vigil should be over how grieved mamma would be dear mamma whom she loved with true daughterly affection how stern and angry grandpa dinsmore how astonished and displeased all the others how wicked and supremely silly the other how wicked and supremely silly that they would thank her. Perhaps she could bribe the servants to keep her secret. Her dress, her traveling bag, and the early hour would reveal something of its nature, and gain her rooms again without being seen by any of the family. But then her life would be one of constant terror of discovery. Should she try that course, or the more straightforward one, of not attempting any concealment? She was still debating this question in her mind, when her heart almost flew into her mouth, at the sound of a man's step approaching on the gravel walk. It drew nearer. Nearer, nearer, came close at her side, and with a cry of terror, she fell in a little heap on the doorstep, in a dead faint.

It drew near, nearer, came close to her side, and with a cry of terror, she fell in a little heap on the doorstep in a dead faint. She uttered. He uttered a low exclamation of astonishment, stooped over her, and pushing aside her veil, so that the moonlight shone full upon her face. Zoe! He said. Is it possible? What can have brought you here at this hour of the night?' He paused for an answer, but none came,

then bending lower and perceiving that she was quite unconscious, all so fast, he took a key from his pocket and opened the door. He bent over her again, taking note of her dress in the travelling bag by her side. Running away, evidently, could anyone have conceived the possibility of her doing so crazy a thing, he muttered, as he took her in his arms. Then a dark thought crossed his mind, but he put it determinedly from him. no i will not cannot think that she is pure guileless and innocent as an infant he stooped again picked up the bag closed the door softly and carried her upstairs treading with caution lest to stumble or the sound of his footsteps should arouse someone and lead to the discovery of what was going on yet with as great salarity as consistent with that caution fearing consciousness might return too soon for the preservation of the secrecy he desired but it did not she was still insensible when he laid her down on a couch in her boudoir

he took off her hat and veil threw them aside loosened her dress opened a window to give her air then went into the dressing-room for the night-lamp usually kept burning there as he turned it up his eye fell upon zoie's note he knew her handwriting instantly here is the explanation was the thought that flashed into his mind and snatching it up he tore open the envelope held the card near the light and read what her fingers had traced scarcely an hour ago his eyes filled as he read and two great drops fell as he laid it down he picked up the lamp and hastened back to her as he drew near she opened her eyes sent one frightened glance around the room and up into his pale troubled face then covering hers with her hands burst into hysterical weeping he sat down the lamp knelt by her sofa and gathered her in his arms resting her head against his breast zoie my little zoie my own dear wife he said in faltering accents have i really been so cruel that you despair of my love why my darling no greater calamity than your loss could possibly befall me i love you dearly dearly far better than i did when i asked you to be mine when we gave ourselves to each other oh is it true do you really love me yet in spite of all my jealousy and willfulness, and, oh, I have been very bad and ungrateful and troublesome, she sobbed, clinging about his neck, and I have been too dictatorial and stern, he said, kissing her again and again.

I have not had the patience I ought to have had with my little girl-wife, have not been so forbearing and kind as I meant to be. Indeed, you have been very patient and forbearing, she returned, and would never have been crossed to me if I had provoked you beyond endurance. I have been very bad to you, dear Ned. But if you'll keep me and love me, I'll try to behave better. I'll do both, he said, holding her closer and repeating his caresses. Oh, I'm so glad, so glad, she cried, with the tears running over her cheeks.

So glad I have to weep for joy, and I've been breaking my heart since you went away, and left me at anger, and with that one word of goodbye. My poor darling, it was too cruel, he sighed, but I found I could not stand it any more than you, so I had to come back to make it up with you, and I frightened you terribly down there, at the door, did I not? Oh, Ned, she murmured, hiding her blushing face on his breast. How very good you are to be so loving and kind when you have a right to be angry and stern with me. You haven't even asked me what I was doing down there in the night. Your note explained that, he said in move tones, thinking how great must have been the distress that led to such an act.

And I fear I am as deserving of reproof as yourself. Then you will forgive me? she asked humbly. I thought I had a right to go away, thinking it would make you. happier, but now I know I hadn't, because I had promised myself to you for all my life. No, neither of us has a right to forsake the other. We are no more twain but one flesh. What, therefore, God hath joined together, let no man put asunder. We are husband and wife, for as long as we both shall live, and must dwell together in mutual love and forbearance. We will exchange forgiveness, dearest, who we have both been to blame, and I forgive your attempt of tonight, on condition that you will promise me never, never to do such a thing again.

i promise she said and imploringly oh ned won't you keep my secret i couldn't bear to have it known even in the family no more could i love he answered and oh but i am thankful that you were caught by the door and so prevented from carrying out your purpose so am i and that it was my own dear husband and not a burglar as i feared who found me there ah was that the cause of your fright he asked with a look of relief and pleasure i thought it was the terror of your husband's wrath that was the terror of your husband's wrath that caused your faint. But darling, you were looking weary and actually ill. You must go to bed at once. I'll obey you this time and always, she answered, looking up fondly into his face. I am convinced now that I am only a foolish child in need of guidance and control, and who should provide them but you. I could hardly stand it from anybody else, unless Mama, but I'm sure that in future it will be a pleasure to take it from my own dear husband. If only, she paused, blushing and hiding her face on his breast.

If what love? If only, instead of, you must and shall, you will say kindly, I want you to do it to please me, Zoe. Sweet one, he answered, holding her to his heart. I do fully intend that it shall be always love and coaxing after this. End of Chapter 21, Recording by Amy. Chapter 22 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libervox recording.

all LiberFox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreFox.org. Recording by Amy Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley, Chapter 22 Our love it ne'er was reckoned, yet good it is and true. It's half the world to me, dear. It's all the world to you. Edward was a trifle late in obeying the call to breakfast. He found the rest of the family already seated at the time.

table, and great was a surprise created by his entrance. Why, how's this? Have we all been sleeping a week or ten days? exclaimed Mr. Lilburn. The lad was to have been absent that length of time, and I thought it was but yesterday he went, yet here he is. This is an unexpected pleasure, my dear boy, with his mother's greeting. The other said, good morning, and all smilingly awaited an explanation. Good morning to you all, returned Edward, taking his seat. Of course I have not had time, to attend to the business matter that took me away. But the fact is, I found I could not do without my wife, so came back after her.

"'Where is she now?' asked his mother. "'I left her still in bed and asleep. I came home by the stage, found her awake. Indeed, I think she said she had not slept at all, and kept her wait for some time talking.' "'So much to say, after so lengthened the suppleration,' laughingly interrupted his grandfather. "'Yes, sir, a good deal,' Edward answered,

coloring slightly, so she has to make it up now, and I would not wake her. Quite right, said his mother. Her breakfast shall be sent up whenever she is ready for it. I'm very glad you've come, Ned, remarked Rosie. For Zoe nearly cried her eyes out yesterday, grieving after you. It wouldn't be I that would fret so after any man living, unless it might be Grandpa, with a coquettish laughing look at him. Thank you, my dear, he said.

Ah, lassie, that's the because your time hasn't come yet, remarked mr lowburn when it does you'll be as lovelorn and foolish as the rest granting that it is foolish for a woman to love her husband put in mrs dinsmore sportively a heresy never to be countenanced here said her spouse the husbands and wives of this family expect to give and receive no small amount of that commodity do you set off again this morning ned no sir not before to-morrow not then unless zoie is ready to go with me quite right my boy your wife's health and happy are, as your mother remarked to me yesterday, of more consequence than any mere business matter. On leaving the table, Edward followed his mother out to the veranda. Can I have a word in private with you, Mama? he asked, and she thought his look was troubled. Certainly, she said, I hope nothing is wrong with our little Zoe. It is of her, and myself I want to speak. I feel impelled to make a confession to you, Mother dear,

that I would not willingly to anyone else. "'Perhaps you have suspected,' he added, "'colouring with mortification, "'that all was not right between us when I left yesterday. "'She would not have fretted so over my mere absence of a few days, "'but I had scolded and threatened her the night before "'and went away without any reconciliation or even a goodbye. "'In fact, she was asleep when I left the rooms

"'and knew nothing of my going. "'Oh, Edward!' exclaimed his listener, in a low pain tone. "'I am bitterly ashamed of my conduct mother. he said with emotion, but we have made it up and are both very happy again in each other's love. She was very humble over her part of the quarrel, poor little thing, and we mean to live in peace and love the rest of our lives. God helping us, he added reverently. I trust so, my dear boy, Elsie said, for whether you live in peace or contention, it will make all the difference of happiness or misery in your lives. It would have quite broken my heart had your father ever scolded or threatened me.

But you, Mama, were a woman when you married, old enough and wise enough to guide and control yourself. I was older than so he is. It is true. But do not be dictatorial, Edward. If you must rule, do it by love and persuasion. You will find it the easiest and happiest way for you both. Yes, Mother, I am convinced of it, but unfortunately for my poor little wife, I have not my father's gentleness and easy temper. You come up with me now and take a look at her. I fear she's not quite well. Her cheeks are so flushed, and our hands so hot i shall never forgive myself if i have made her ill i sincerely hope you are not to be visited with so severe a punishment as that his mother said but come let us go to her at once they found her still sleeping but not profoundly her face was unnaturally flushed and more troubled expression while her breathing seemed labored as they stood anxiously regarding her she woke with a sharp cry of distress and anguish then catching sight of her

her husband bending over her. Her face grew radiant and threw in her arms about his neck. Oh, Ned, dear Ned, she cried. Are you here? And do you love me yet? Dearly, dearly, my darling, he said, holding her close. What has troubled you? Oh, such a dreadful dream. I thought I was all alone in a desert and couldn't find you anywhere. But dreams always go by contraries, my dear, he quoted sportively, then more seriously. Are you quite well, love? he asked. A little dull, and a trifle headache, she answered, smiling up at him, but I think a cup of coffee and a drive

with my husband in the sweet morning air will cure me. You shall have both with the least possible delay. What time is it? Have you been to breakfast? It's about nine, and I have taken breakfast. I think you must have some before exerting yourself to dress. Just as you say, it's nice to have you tell me what to do, she said, nestling closer in his arms. I can't think why I should ever have disliked it. I presume it was all the fault of my tone and manner, sometimes of my words, too, he said, passing his hand caressingly over her hair and cheek. I'm afraid I've been decidedly bearish on several occasions, but I trust I shall have the grace to treat my wife with politeness and consideration after this. Elsie, who had left the room on Zoe's awaking, now came in, and bidding her an affectionate good morning, said she had ordered her breakfast to be brought up at once, adding, I hope you will do it justice, my dear.

I'll see that she does, Mama, Edward answered for her, in sportive tone. She has made such fair promises of submission, obedience, and all that, that she'll hardly dare refuse to do anything I bid her. I haven't been very good about it lately, Mama, Zoe said, looking half tearfully, half smilingly, from one to the other. But Ned's forgiven me, and now I feel as you say you did, that it's a real pleasure to give up my wishes to one I love so dearly. and who is i know very much wiser than i that is right dear elsie said tenderly and i trust he will show himself worthy of all your love and confidence the two now comported themselves like a pair of lovers as indeed they had done through all their brief married life except the last few days

edward exerted himself for the entertainment of his little wife during their drive and was very tender and careful of her on their return he bade her lie down on the sofa and her boudoir and rest averring that she looked languid and unlike herself to please you she said obeying the mandate with a smiling glance up into his face that's a good child he responded sitting down beside her and smoothing her hair with fond caressing hand now what shall i do to please you "'Stay here, close beside me, and hold my hand and talk to me.' "'Very well,' he answered, closing his fingers over the hand she put into his, "'then lifting it to his lips. "'How your face has changed, love, since that frightened look you gave me, "'when I came in with the lamp last night.' "'How frightened and ashamed I was, Ned!' she exclaimed,

"'teers springing to her eyes. "'I felt that you had a right to beat me if you wanted to, "'and I shouldn't have said a word if you'd done it.' "'But you couldn't have feared that,' he said with a pained look and coloring deeply. No, oh, no, indeed. I know you would never do that, but I dreaded what you might say

and did not at all expect you would be so kind and forgiving and loving to me. But how was I brought up here? I knew nothing from the instant you're at my side on the doorstep till I saw you coming in with a lamp. In your husband's arms. What a heavy load for you to carry, she said, looking at him was concerned.

No, not at all. I did it with perfect ease, except for the darkness and the fear that you might recover consciousness on the way and scream out with a fright before you discovered who your captor was. My husband, my dear kind husband, she murmured, softly stroking his face as he bent over her to press a kiss upon her forehead. My darling little wife, he returned. Then, after a moment's silent exchange of caresses, would you mind telling me where you were going

and what you intended to do? he asked with a half-smile. I have no right to refuse if you require a full confession, she said, half playfully, half tearfully, and blushing deeply. I don't require it, but you'd like to have it nevertheless, for I confess my curiosity is piqued, he said with an amused, yet tender look and tone. There isn't really very much to tell, she sighed, only that because I was dreadfully unhappy and had worked myself up to believing that I was a hated wife, a burden and annoyance to my husband. I thought it would be an act of noble self-sacrifice to run away, and, Oh, Ned, please don't laugh at me.

I'm not laughing, love, he said in soothing tone, half tremulous, taking her in his arms and holding her close, as he had done the night before. How could I laugh at you for being willing to sacrifice everything for me? But that's not all? Not quite. It came to me like a flash about the stage passing, so near at two o'clock in the morning, and then I could get away then without being so. scene, and after I was in it, make up my mind where I would get out.

And how did you expect to support yourself? There was some money in my purse. You never let it get empty net, and I thought I wouldn't need any very long. Wouldn't? Why not? Oh, I was sure. Sure I couldn't live long without you, she cried, hugging him close and ended with a burst of tears and sobs. You dear, dear little thing, he said with emotion, and tightening his clasp of her slight form. After I had been so cruel to you too. No, you weren't, except in going away without making up and saying goodbye. It's very generous in you to say it, darling. But how large was this sum of money that you expected to last as long as you needed any? I don't know. I didn't stop to count it. You can do that if you want

to. I suppose the purse is in my satchel. He brought the satchel, still unpacked, took out the purse and examined its contents. Barely ten dollars, he said. It would have lasted but a few days. "'And, my darling, what would have become of you then?' "'He bent over her in grave tenderness. "'I don't know, Ned,' she replied. "'I suppose I'd have had to look for employment. "'To think of you, my little delicate, petted darling, "'looking for employment by which to earn your daily bread,' he explained with the motion.

"'It is plain you know nothing of the hardships and difficulties. "'You would have had to encounter. "'I shuddered to think of it all. "'But I should never have let it come to that.' "'Would you have looked for me, Ned?' i should have begun the search the instant i heard of your flight nor ever have known a moment's rest till i found you he exclaimed with energy but as i came in the stage you purposed to take i should have met and brought you back if that fortunate mishap had not taken place then she told him of her thoughts feelings and painful anticipations while held fast in the relentless grasp of the door finishing with oh i never could have dreamed that it would all end so well so happily for me and yet dear one i do not think you at all realize how painful not to say dreadful would have been the consequences to you to me and indeed to all the family if you had succeeded in carrying out what i must call your crazy scheme

she looked up at him in alarmed inquiry and he went on madame rumour with her thousand tongues would have had many a tale to tell of the cruel abuses to which he had been subjected by her husband and his family so cruel that you were compelled to run away in the night taking advantage of the temporary absence of your tyrannical husband while oh ned dear ned i never thought of that she exclaimed interrupting him at the burst of tears and sobs i wouldn't for the world have wrought any harm to you or any of them no love i know you wouldn't i believe your motives were altogether kind and self-sacrificing he said soothingly and you yourself would have been the greatest sufferer the world judges hardly how hardly my little girl-wife has no idea wicked people would have found wicked motives to which to impute your act and cause a stain upon your fair fame that might never have been removed but there there love do not cry any more over it happily the whole thing is a secret between us too but we may now dismiss the disagreeable subject forever but shall we not promise each other if we will never part in anger even when the separation may not be for an hour or even lie down to sleep at night unreconsile if there has been the slightest misunderstanding or coldness between us. Oh, yes, yes, I promise, she cried eagerly. But, oh, dear Ned, I hope we will never, never have any more coldness or quarrelling between us,

never stay a cross-word to each other. And I join you, dearest, in both wish and promise. I am growing very babyish, she said, presently, with a wistful look up into his face. I can hardly bear to think of being parted from you for a day, and I suppose you'll have to be going off again to attend to that business. affair. Yes, as soon as I see that my wife is quite well enough to undertake the journey, for I'm not going again without her. Oh, will you take me with you, Ned? she cried joyfully. How very good in you. Good to myself, little woman, he said, smiling down at her. It will turn a

tiresome business trip into a pleasure excursion. I've always found my enjoyment doubled by the companionship of my better half. I call that rank heresy, she said laughingly. You're the better as well as the bigger. I wish I were worthy of such a good husband, she added earnestly, and with a look of loving admiration. I'm very proud of you, my dear, so good and wise and handsome as you are. Oh, hush, hush, such fulsome flattery, he returned, coloring and laughing. Let me see. This is Friday, so near the end of the week, that I do not care to leave home till next week. We will say Tuesday morning next, if that will suit you, love? Nicely, she answered. Oh, I'm so glad you've promised.

us to take me with you. End of Chapter 22. Recording by Amy. Chapter 23 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Heidi Olson.

Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley. Chapter 23, Lulu. Before two days had passed, Zoe was quite herself again, and as full of delight at the prospect of going away for a little trip as any child could have been. She wore so bright a face, was so merry and frolicsome, that it was a pleasure to watch her, especially when with her husband, and not aware that any other eye was upon her. His face, too, beamed with happiness. Elsie's eyes resting upon them would sometimes fill with tears, half of joy in their felicity, half of sorrowful yet tender reminiscence. In his present mood Edward was very like his father,

in looks, in speech, and manner. Tuesday morning came, bringing with it delightful weather. Edward had decided to take a later train than when starting before, because he would not have Zoe roused too soon from sleep. They took breakfast with the family at the usual hour, and opened barouche waiting for them at the door. Then with a gay goodbye to all, set out upon their journey, driving to the nearest station, and there taking the cars. I wish I was going, too, sighed Lulu, as she and Rosie stood looking after the baruch. Mama would have let us drive over to the station with them, said Rose.

Edward asked if we might, but Ben had some errands to do in town and couldn't bring us back in time for lessons. Lessons. I'm sick and tired of them, grumbled Lulu. Other children had holidays last week, but we had to go right on studying. But we are to take ours in a week or two, visiting at the oaks and the laurels, perhaps two weeks at each place, and I'm sure that will be nicer than to have had Easter holidays at home. There, it's out of sight, said Lulu. I'd like to be Aunt Zoe, just starting off on a journey. Let's take it. a run down the avenue, Rosie?" I would, but I must look over my Latin lesson, or I may not be ready for Grandpa."

With the last word she turned and went into the house. Lulu knew that she was not ready for Mr. Dinsmore either, but she was in no mood for study, and the grounds looked so inviting that she yielded to the temptation to take a ramble instead. Max, from his window, saw her wandering about among the shrubs and flowers and longed to join her. He was bearing his punishment in a very good spirit, making no complaint, spending his time and study, reading, writing, and carving. Mr. Dinsmore came to him to hear his recitations, and was always able to commend them as excellent. He treated the boy in a kind, fatherly manner, talking to him of a sin and the way to obtain forgiveness and deliverance from it, very much as Elsie and Violet had.

Yet he did not harp continually upon that, but dwelt often upon other themes. trying so to treat the lad that his self-respect might be restored. Max appreciated the kindness shown him and was strengthened in his good resolutions. He was privately very much troubled about his losses, particularly that of the watch, supposing it to be in Ralph's possession, for Mr. Dinsmore had said nothing to him on the subject.

Being very fond of his sisters, Max felt the separation from them no small part of his punishment. He followed Lulu's movements this morning with wistful eyes. She looked up, and seeing his rather pale, sad face at the window, drew nearer and called softly to him. "'Max, how are you? I'm so sorry for you.' He only shook his head and turned away. Then Mr. Dinsmore's voice spoke sternly from a lower window.

"'Lulu, you are disobeying orders. Go into the house and to the schoolroom immediately. You ought to have been there fully a quarter of an hour ago.' Lulu was a little frightened and obeyed at once. You are late, Lulu. You must try to be more punctual in future, said Elsie, in a tone of mild rebuke, as the little girl sat down at her desk. I don't care if I am, she muttered insolently. Rose darted at her a look of angry astonishment. Gracie looked shocked, and little Walter said,

It's very, very naughty to speak so to my mama. But Elsie did not seem to have heard. Her face still wore its usual sweet, placid expression. Lulu thought she had not heard, but found out her mistake when she went forward to recite. She was told in a gentle, quiet tone, You are not my pupil today, Lulu, and returned to her seat, overwhelmed with embarrassment and anger. No further notice was taken of her by anyone except Gracie,

who now and then stole a troubled, half-pitying look at her. her, until Mr. Dinsmore came to hear the Latin lessons. Lulu had sat idly at her desk, nursing her anger and discontent, her eyes upon the book open before her, but her thoughts elsewhere, so was not prepared for him. She was frightened, but tried to hide it, made an attempt to answer the first question put to her, but broke down in confusion. He asked another. She was unable to answer it, and with a frown he said, I perceive that you know nothing about your lesson today. Why have you not learned it?

Because I didn't want to, muttered the delinquent. Rosie opened her eyes wide in astonishment. She would never have dared to answer her grandfather in that manner. Take your book and learn it now, he said in his sternest tone. Lulu did not venture to disobey, for she was really very much afraid of Mr. Dinsmore. He heard Rosie's lesson, a science, her task for the next day and both left the room. The others had gone about the time Mr. Dinsmore came in, so Lulu was left alone. She thought it best to give her mind to the lesson,

and in half an hour felt that she was fully prepared with it. But Mr. Dinsmore did not come back, and she dared not leave the room, though very impatient to do so. The dinner bell rang, and still he had not come. Lulu was hungry and began to fear that she was to be made to fast, but at length a servant brought her a good substantial, though plain dinner, set it before her, and silently withdrew. "'It's not half as good as they've got,' Lulu remarked, half allowed to herself, discontentedly eyeing her fair, but it's better than nothing.' With that philosophical reflection she fell to work and speedily emptied the dishes.

Mr. Dinsmore came to her shortly after, heard the lesson, gave her a little serious talk, dismissed her. Feeling that she owed an apology to Grandma Elsie, but still too stubborn and proud to make it, Lulu was ashamed to join the others, so went off alone into the grounds. She was not Grandma Elsie's pupil, she understood, until the morning's impertinence had been atoned for. It was against rules to go beyond the boundary of the grounds without permission, yet, after wandering through them for a while, she did so, and entering a shady, pleasant road, walked on without any settled purpose, till she reached a neighboring plantation, where lived some little girls with whom she had a slight acquaintance. They were playing croquet on the lawn, and a spying Lulu at the gate

invited her to come in and join them. She did so, became much interested in the sport, and forgot to go home until the lengthening shadows warned her that it must be very near the tea hour at Ion. She then bade a hasty goodbye and retraced her steps with great expedition, and in no tranquil. state of mind. In truth, she was a good deal alarmed as she thought of the possible consequences to herself, of her bold disregard of rules. She arrived at Ion, heated and out of breath, and, as a glance at the hall clock told her, fully fifteen minutes late, hair and dress were in some disorder, but not thinking of that, in her haste and perturbation, she went directly to the supper room, where the family were in the midst of their meal. They all seemed busily,

engaged with it or in conversation, and she hoped to slip unobserved into her seat. But to her consternation she perceived, as she drew near, that neither plate nor chair seemed to have been set for her. Every place was occupied. At the same instant, Mr. Dinsmore, turning a stern look upon her, remarked, we have no place here for the rebellious and insubordinate. Therefore I have ordered your plate removed, and while you continue to belong to that class, you will take your meals in your own room. He dismissed her with a wave of the hand as he spoke, and filled with anger and chagrin,

she turned and flew from the room, never stopping until she had gained her own and slammed the door behind her. Before Mr. Lilbrin and everybody! She exclaimed aloud, stamping her foot in impotent rage. Then, catching sight of her figure in the glass, she stood still and gazed,

her cheeks reddening more and more with mortification. Hair and dress were tumbled, the latter slightly soiled with the dust of the road, as were her boots also, and the frill about her neck was crushed and partly tucked in. She set to work with energy to make herself neat, and had scarcely completed the task when her supper was brought in. It consisted of abundance of rich, sweet milk, fruit, and the nicest of bread and butter. She ate heartily, then, as Agnes carried away the tray, seated herself by the window with her elbows on the sill, her chin in her hands, and half involuntarily took a mental review of the day.

The retrospect was not agreeable. And I'll have to tell Papa all about it in my diary, she groaned to herself. No, I shan't. What's the use? It'll just make him feel badly. But he said I must. And he trusted me. He trusted me to tell the truth, and the whole truth. and the whole truth, and I can't deceive him. I can't hide anything after that.' With a heavy sigh she took her writing-desk, set it on the sill to catch the fading light, and wrote, "'It has been a bad day with me.

I didn't look over my lessons before school as I ought to have done, but went out into the grounds instead. While I was there, I broke a rule. Grandpa Dinsmore reproved me and called me in. I went up to the schoolroom. Grandma Elsie said I was late and must be more punctual, and I gave her a saucy answer. She wouldn't hear my lessons, and I was cross and wouldn't study, and wasn't ready for Grandpa Dinsmore, and was saucy to him.

So I had to stay up there in the schoolroom and learn my lesson over and eat dinner there by myself. After that, when he let me out, I took a long walk and played croquet with some other girls, all without leave. They were eating supper when I got back, and I went in without making myself neat, and my plate and chair had been taken away, and I was sent up here to take my supper and stay till I'm ready to behave better." She read over what she had written.

"'Oh, what a bad report! How sad it will make Papa feel when he reads it,' she thought, tears springing to her eyes. She pushed the desk aside, and leaned on the sill again, her face hidden in her hands. Her father's words about the kindness and generosity of Mr. Dinsmore and his daughter, in offering to share their home with his children, came to her recollection, and all the favors received at the hands of these kindest of friends passed in review before her. Could her own mother have been kinder than Grandma Elsie? And she had repaid her this day with ingratitude, disobedience, and impertinence and impertive.

How despicably mean! Tears of shame and penitence began to fall from her eyes, and soon she was sobbing aloud. Violet heard her from the next room and came to her side. "'What is it, Lulu dear? Are you sorry for your misconduct?' she asked in gentle, affectionate tones, smoothing the child's hair with her soft white hand as she spoke. "'Yes, Mama Vai,' sobbed the little girl. "'Won't you please tell Grandma Elsie, I'm sorry I was sorry. and disobedient to her this morning?

Yes, dear, I will. And have you not a message for Grandpa also? Yes, I'm sorry I was naughty and impertinent to him, and for breaking his rules too. Do you think they'll forgive me, Mama Vi? And try me again? I am sure they will, Violet said. And will you not ask God's forgiveness also, dear child?

I do mean to, Lulu said. said, and I've told Papa all about it. I wish he didn't have to know because it will make him very sorry. Yes, sighed Violet. It grieves him very much when his dear children do wrong. I hope, dear Lulu, that thought will help you to be good in future. Still more that you will learn to hate and forsake sin because it is dishonoring and displeasing to God, because it grieves the dear Savior who loves you and die to redeem you. Forgiveness was readily accorded by both Mr. Dinsmore and his daughter, and Lulu went to bed

comparatively happy, after a short visit and kind motherly talk from Grandma Elsie. Two days later, Max was released from his imprisonment. He more than half dreaded to make his appearance below stairs, thinking everyone would view him escorts, but was agreeably surprised by being greeted on every hand with the utmost kindness and cordiality. On the following Monday, he and the other children were sent to the Oaks to make the promised visit. Gracie alone needed some persuasion to induce her to go of her own free will, and that only because Mama was not going. Gracie was not at all sure that she could live two whole

weeks without her dear Mama. Just before they started, Mr. Dinsmore made Max very happy by the restoration of his money and watch. He added an admonition against gambling, and Max replied with an earnest promise never to touch a card again. End of Chapter 23. Recording by Heidi Olson. Chapter 24 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Lipervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Heidi Olson at Facebook.com slash J-O-Y-V-O-I. Elsie's New Relations. by Martha Finley. Chapter 24, A Chapter of Surprises Edward and Zoe decided upon a little pleasure trip in addition to the business one, and in consequence were absent from home for over a fortnight. On their return, Elsie met them on the threshold with the warmest and most loving of welcomes.

"'How well and happy you both look, my dear children,' she said, glancing from one to the other, her face full of proud, fond, mother. affection. As we are, Mother dear, Edward responded. Glad to see you so also. I was Vi. Doing nicely. Vye.

Is she sick? Asked Zoe, her tone expressing both surprise and concern. Yes, Elsie said, leading the way down the hall and up the stairs. Then, as they reached the upper hall, come this way, my dears, I have something to show you. She led them to the nursery, to the side of a day. to the side of a dainty crib and pushing aside its curtains of lace brought to view a little downy head and pink face nestling cozily upon the soft pillow within zoie uttered an exclamation of astonishment and delight why mamma where did you get it oh the lovely little darling and down she went on her knees by the side of the crib to make a closer inspection oh ned just look did you ever see any half so dear and sweet?"

"'Yes,' he said, "'with a meaning, laughing, look into her sparkling face. "'I see something at this moment that to my eyes is dearer and sweeter still.' "'What does I think of it, Mama?' "'Turning to his mother. "'She is very proud and happy,' Elsie answered with a smile. "'I believe Zoe has expressed her views exactly.' "'It's vise, is it?' said Zoe.

"'Come, Ned, do look at it. "'You ought to care a little about you, or—' She broke off with an inquiring glance up into her mother's face. "'Neice,' supplied Elsie, "'my first granddaughter.' "'Another Elsie, I suppose,' Edward remarked, bending down to examine the little creature with an air of increasing interest. "'Her father must be heard from before the name can be decided upon,'

his mother answered. "'Vie wishes it named for me, but I should prefer to have another violet.' "'Thye inclined to think Captain Raymond will agree with her,' said Edward. I never saw so young a baby, remarked Zoe. How old is she, Mama? A week to-day. I'm tempted to break the Tenth Commandment, said Zoe, leaning over the babe and touching

her lips to its velvet cheek. I used to be very fond of dolls, and a live one would be so nice. I almost wish it was mine. Don't forget that you would be only half-owner if it was, said Edward, laughing. But come now, my dear. It is time we are attending to the due. of the toilet. The tea-bell will ring directly. Well, I'll always want to share everything I have with you, she said.

Mama, rising and putting her hand into her husbands, we've had such a nice time. Ned has been so good and kind to me. And she has been the best and dearest of little wives, he said, returning the look of fond affection she had bent upon him, so we could not fail to enjoy ourselves hugely. I am rejoiced to hear it, Elsie said, looking after them with glad tears in her eyes as they left the room together. The children were enjoying themselves greatly at the Oaks.

Horace Dinsmore, Jr., and his young wife made a very pleasant host and hostess. Horace's reminiscences of his own childhood, and his sister Elsie's girlhood in this, her old home, were very interesting, not to Rosie and Walter Olney, but to the others. They were shown her suite of rooms, the exact spot in the drug drawing-room where she had stood during the ceremony that united her to Mr. Trevilla, and the arbor, still called Elsie's Arbor, where he had offered himself and was accepted. They had an equally pleasant visit at the laurels, whither they went directly from the Oaks, Gracie wondering why she was not permitted to go see Mama first for a while, and grieving over

it for a time. They were not told what had taken place in their absence until the day of their return to Ion. Mrs. Dinsmore had driven over for them, and after an hour's chat with her daughter, Mrs. Lacey, sent for the children who were amusing themselves in the grounds. "'Oh, Grandma, good morning! Did you come to take us home?' cried Rosie, as she came running in, put her arms around Mrs. Dinsmore's neck and held up her face for a kiss. "'Yes, dear child, and to bring you some news. Good morning, Max, Lulu, Gracie, Walter. All of you, there's a little stranger at Iog.' "'A little stranger!' was the simultaneous exclamation from all five. "'Max adding, what sort?' "'And Rosie. Where from?'

"'A very sweet pretty little creature, I think. "'A girl from no man's land,' was the smiling reply. "'A new little sister for you, Max, Lulu, and Gracie, "'a niece for Rosie and Walter.' "'Max looked pleased, though slightly puzzled too. "'Gracy's eyes shone, and the pink flush deepened on her cheek, as she asked delightedly, Is it a baby?

Mama's baby? But Lulu frowned and was silent. Yes, it is your mama's baby, replied Grandma Rose. Would you like to go home and see it? All answered in the affirmative, except Lulu, who said nothing, and then hurried from the room to make ready. Oh, Lou, aren't you glad?

exclaimed Gracie, as they put on their hats. No, snapped. Lulu. What is there to be glad about? It'll steal all Papa's love away from us. Mama vise too, of course, if she ever had any. Gracie was shocked. Lulu, she said, just ready to cry. How can you say such things? I just know nothing will ever make Papa quit loving us. Can't he love us and the new baby too? And can't Mama? Well, you'll see, returned Lulu wisely. There was no time for anything more. The goodbyes were said.

They were helped into the ion carriage, waiting at the door, and driven rapidly homeward. During the drive, Grandma Rose noticed that while the other children were merry and talkative, Lulu was silent and sullen, and Gracie apparently just ready to burst into tears. She more than half suspected what the trouble was, but thought best to seem not to see that anything was amiss. Mr. Dinsmore and his daughter were on the veranda waiting to welcome the little party on their arrival, and Rosie and Walter were well content to stay with their mother for a little, while the others passed on up to Violet's rooms. They found her in her boudoir, seated in an easy chair, beside a window overlooking the avenue, and with her baby on her lap, she was looking very young, very sweet and beautiful, happy too,

though a shade of anxiety crossed her features as the children came in. How are you, dears? I am very glad to see you again, she said, smiling sweetly and holding out her pretty white hand. Gracie sprang forward with a little joyful cry. Oh, Mama, my dear sweet pretty mama, I'm so glad to get back to you. And threw her arms about Violet's neck. Violet's arm was instantly around the child's waist. She kissed her tenderly two or three times, then said, looking down at the sleeping babe, "'This is your little sister, Gracie.'

"'Oh, the darling wee pretty pet!' exclaimed Gracie, bending over it. "'Mama, I'm so glad if—if—' "'She stopped in confusion, while Lulu, standing back a little, "'through an angry glance at her.' "'If what, dear?' asked Violet. "'If you and Papa will love me, and all of us just as well. Well, stammered the little girl, growing very red in her eyes filling with tears. Dear child, Violet said, drawing her to her side with another tender caress.

You need not doubt it for a moment. Why, Gracie, what could have put such a notion into your head? said Max. Mama Vi, may I kiss you, and it too? With an affectionate glance at her. Then a gaze of smiling curiosity at the babe. "'Indeed you may, Max,' Violet answered, offering her lips. "'I'm glad she's come, and I expect to love her dearly,' he remarked, when he had touched his lips softly to the babe's cheek.

Though I'd rather she'd been a boy, as I have two sisters already, and no brother at all.' "'Haven't you a kiss for me, Lulu, dear?' Violet asked half-intreatingly. "'And a welcome for your little sister?' Lulu silently and half-reluctantly kissed both, then turned and walked out of the room. Violet looked after her with a slight sigh, but at that moment her own little brother and sister created a diversion by running in with a glad greeting for her and the new baby. Their delight was rather noisily expressed, and no one of the little group, either heard or saw, a carriage drive up the avenue to the main entrance.

But Mr. Dinsmore and Elsie were on the watch for it. They had been exchanging, meaning, happy glances all the morning, and ready with the warmest of greetings for the tall, handsome, noble-looking man, who hastily alighted from it and ran up the veranda steps. "'Dear Mother,' he said, grasping Mrs. Trevilla's hand, then giving her a filial kiss. "'We are very glad to see you, Captain,' she said. Your telegraph this morning was a delightful surprise. "'Yes, it was indeed, to all of us who knew of its coming,' said Mr. Dinsmore.

shaking hands in his turn. "'My wife, how is she? And the children, are they all well?' asked the gentleman, half breathlessly. "'All well,' was the answer. "'We told Viot you had reported yourself in Washington, and she will not be overcome at the sight of you. You will find her in her own rooms.' He hurried thither, met Gracie at the head of the stairs, and caught her in his arms with an exclamation of astonishment and delight.

"'Can this be my baby girl?' This plump, rosy little darling? She cried, throwing her arms about his neck and hugging him tightly, while he kissed her again and again with ardent affection. Oh, have you come? No, I'm your own little Gracie, but not the baby girl now, for there's a little one on Mama's lap. Come, and I'll show you.

Ah, he exclaimed, letting her lead him on. I had not heard, have not had a letter for three or four weeks. They were at the door. Gracie threw it open. Rose was holding the babe. Violet looked up, started to her feet with a cry of joy, and in an instant was in her husband's arms, weeping for very gladness.

For several moments they were conscious of nothing but the joy of the reunion. Then with a sudden recollection, she withdrew herself from his arms, took her babe, and laid it in them. "'Another darling,' he said, gazing tenderly upon it. Another dear little daughter.

My love, how rich we are! He kissed it, gave it to the waiting nurse, and turned to his wife again. Let me help you to the sofa, love, he said. Lie down for a little. I feel this excitement will exhaust and injure you. She let him have his way. He sat down by her side,

held her hand and bent over her in loving anxiety. Are you quite well? he asked. "'Very well, indeed,' she said, looking up fondly into his face. "'And oh, so happy, now that you are here, my dear, dear husband!' Gracie crept to his side and leaned lovingly against him. "'My little darling,' he said, putting his arm round her and turning to give her a kiss. "'But where are Max and Lulu?' "'Up in the boy's workroom, Papa,' she answered.

"'They don't know you've come.' "'Then I must enlighten their ignorance,' he said. said gaily. Excuse me a moment, my love. Take care of Mama for me while I'm gone, Gracie. And rising hastily, he left the room. Max and Lulu were busily engaged, looking over designs and materials for their work, and discussing their comparative merits. So deeply interested were they that they took no note of approaching footsteps till they halted in the doorway. Then turning their heads, they saw their father standing there, regarding them with a proud, fond, fatherly smile.

Papa! Oh, Papa! They both cried out joyfully and ran into his outstretched arms. My dear, dear children, he said, holding them close, and caressing first one, then the other. He sat down with one on each knee,

an arm around each, and for some minutes there was a delightful interchange of demonstrations of affection. Now you see, Lou, that Papa does love us as well as ever. Max said, in a tone of mingled triumph and satisfaction. Did she doubt it? asked the captain in surprise, and gazing searchingly into her face.

She blushed and hung her head. She thought the new baby would steal all your love, said Max. Silly child, said her father, drawing her closer and giving her another kiss. Do you think my heart is so small that it can hold love enough for but a limited number? Did I love Max less when you came? Or you less when our heavenly father gave Gracie to us? No, daughter, I can love the newcomer without any abatement of my affection for you. Papa, I'm sorry I said it.

I won't talk so anymore, and I mean to love the baby very much, she murmured, with her arm about his neck. Her cheek laid to his. I hope so, he said. It would give me a very sad heart to know that you did not love your little sister. "'Well, Max, my son, what is it?' The boy was hanging his head, and his face had suddenly grown scarlet. "'Papa, I—I—I—' "'Did you get my letter and diary I sent you last month?'

"'Yes, and Lulu's also,' the captain said, "'with a sigh and a glance from one to the other, his face growing very grave. "'I think my children would often be deterrent, from wrongdoing, by the thought of the pain it will cause their father, if they could at all realize how sore it is. It almost broke my heart, Max, to learn that you had again been guilty of the dreadful sin of profanity, and had learned to gamble also. Yet I was greatly comforted by the assurance that you were truly penitent, and hoped you had given your heart to God. My boy and my little girl, there is nothing else I so earnestly desire for you, as that you may be his true and faithful

servants all your days, his in time and eternity. A solemn silence fell on the little group, and for several minutes no one spoke. Lulu was crying softly, and there were tears in Max's eyes, while the father held both in a close embrace. At length, Lulu murmured, I am sorry for all my naughtiness, Papa, and do mean to try very hard to be good. Art too, said Max, struggling with his emotion. and if you think I deserve, oh, I know I do.

And, Papa, if you think you ought to— You have had your punishment, my son, the captain said in a moved tone. I consider it all sufficient. And now we will go down to Mama Vye and Gracie. I want you all together, that I may enjoy you all at once and as much as possible for the short time that I can be with you. But before we go, I have a word more to say. There is one thing about you both that greatly comforts and encourages me, my darlings. That is your truthfulness, your perfect openness with me and willingness to acknowledge your

faults. Those concluding words brought a flush of joy and love to each young face as they were lifted to his. He gave a hearty kiss to Lulu, then to Max, and led them from the room, a very happy pair. End of Chapter 24. Recording by Heidi Olson at Facebook.com slash Joyboy, J-O-Y-V-O-I. Chapter 25 of Elsie's New Relations. This is a Libri-Vox recording.

All LibreFox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreFox.org. Recording by Gabrielle C. Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley Chapter 25 When sacred oath has tied our loves, when destiny our life shall guide, nor wild nor deep, or common way divide. Prior Edward sat at the open window of his wife's boudoir, enjoying the beauties of the landscape,

the verdant lawn and shrubberies, the smiling fields and wooded hills beyond, the sweet morning breeze and the matins songs of the birds, while Zoe in the adjoining room put the finishing touches to her toilet. She came to him presently, very simply dressed in white, looking sweet and fresh as the rose just washed with dew, and seated herself upon his knee. Darling, he said, low and tenderly, putting his arm about her slender waist

and imprinting a kiss upon the rosy cheek. My dear, dear husband, what could I ever do without you? How desolate I should be this day if I hadn't you to love and care for me, she said with a sob. sealing an arm around his neck and laying her cheek to his. You know, you cannot have forgotten that it is just one year today since the Epapa died. Think what a blessed year it has been to him, love.

Think what a happy meeting with him in that blessed land you may look forward to. There, death-divided friends will meet never depart again, free from sin and sorrow, pain and care, and to be forever with the Lord. No, I have not forgotten what this day one year ago took from you, or what it gave to me. heart's best treasure. He drew her closer and again touched his lips to her cheek. Smiling through her tears, she offered her lips. Oh, I'm very, very happy, she said. It has been a happy year in spite of my grief for my dear, dear father, except when, oh, Ned, we won't ever be crossed to one another again, will we? I trust not, my darling, he said. It is too sharp a pain

to be at variance with one's other half, he said, added with playful tenderness. Is it not love? "'Indeed, indeed it is,' she cried. "'See, this is to prove to you that I have not forgotten what a treasure I secured a year ago,' he said, reaching for an open jewel case I stood on a table in the right hand and laying it on her lap. "'Pearls! Oh, how lovely! Most magnificent set I ever saw! "'Many, many, many things, dear Ned,' she exclaimed in delight. "'I shall wear them this evening in honor of the day.' "'But what shall I give you? I'm afraid I have to-you. I'm afraid I have to-one.

have nothing but what I gave you a year ago, myself. The most priceless treasure Earth can afford, he responded, clasping her close to his heart. In your love, she said softly, her arms sailing round his neck again. Her shining eyes gazing fondly into his. It's more to me than all its gold in jewels. End of Chapter 25. End of Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley.