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5^8 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

" ' Let the father suffer through the broken heart <strong>of</strong> his<br />

son ;' these are father's words ; and I swore an oath—whaf<br />

a horrible Httle oath it was !—to ' do my best. He will<br />

then have an object-lesson <strong>of</strong> what a broken heart '— is po' r<br />

dad, his heart must really have been broken. <strong>The</strong>y say a<br />

broken heart makes people queer, if it does not kill. D.id<br />

is queer; very queer sometimes. Poor dad! I wonder<br />

what a broken heart feels like—when one loves heart and<br />

soul, as the saying is, and then finds his love which she<br />

has basked in, transferred to somebody else ! It seems so<br />

very dreadful in story books ! Oh ! how I would hate the<br />

man ;<br />

'<br />

how Mr Richard<br />

<strong>The</strong> atmosphere did give some indication <strong>of</strong> a frosty<br />

tendency, but unless the reflection came from the russet<br />

beech over yonder, there was nothing to suggest the cause<br />

<strong>of</strong> the blush which here surged up on her neck and<br />

features. Besides, not even those midges, though trouble-<br />

somely merry, could surely compel any young lady to<br />

jump up, all <strong>of</strong> a sudden, from such a dramatic and<br />

absorbing train <strong>of</strong> thought, and make an attack upon<br />

the furniture; which, judging from radical character <strong>of</strong> the<br />

re-arrangement, seemed, in this boudoir, to have got<br />

thoroughly out <strong>of</strong> sympathy with the feminine idea <strong>of</strong><br />

things. At last everything, even to a dust speck, defied<br />

further interference, and Miss Somerton paused in the<br />

middle <strong>of</strong> the floor, biting her pretty red lips. Despite the<br />

physical efforts she had put forth, her thoughts followed<br />

the same groove.<br />

" I hate to play the part," she said aloud, with a stamp<br />

<strong>of</strong> the foot, " what possibly can be the good <strong>of</strong> it ?<br />

" It must be done ;<br />

and<br />

about the good <strong>of</strong> it, leave that<br />

to me," said a familiar voice at the door-way, and wheel-<br />

ing round, she confronted her father !<br />

" You here, father !"<br />

" Why not, child? I came in search <strong>of</strong> you."<br />

" Well, but you came so— so suddenly, and its all so<br />

very—very mysterious," replied Julia apologetically, break-<br />

ing down into violent sobbing.<br />

'

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