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‘ r* hh 4 ‘ . i a, * ‘ pep Mes ie, 4 | be £4 i ke . fies » * Sat OA. i hat et oe ‘: ny a. . * BRA UTIFUL BUT POOR. Rea lipase 4 ‘“Sakes alive!” : sae And this she said as she went i in and slammed the . door. i In the meantime the carriage swept onupthrough = oe the wide streets of the upper part of the city— ee streets so different from the narrow, busy thorough- | : a fares below, or down town—and in a little more = than. half an hour, passed in cheery talk, mostly’ kept up by’Lizzie Legare, it drew up beforeamar- ble mansion on the finest avenue in the great city, ‘Here we are at home!”’ cried Mr. Legare, as the ae carriage door flew open, ‘‘and there is my dear son, Frank, to welcome us. Frank, my boy, this'is Miss Butler. Mr. W—— you already know.” Frank bowed most respectfully to Hattie, as he extended his hand to help her from the carriage, and he cast a mischievous glance at Lizzie, as the latter sprang out, and taking Hattie’s arm as if she were a dear old friend, drew her up the steps, say- ing’: “We'll run to my. room, dear, to take off our things and dash some water in our faces before tea.” ‘i And when Hattie came down to tea with Lizzie, just ten minutes later, her beautiful hair was all ‘down over her shoulders, and areal lace collarette was around her neck, and she looked, even in her plain calico dress, as beautiful as beautiful could ‘be; and Lizzie had kissed her twenty times when ae was helping her to make her brief toilet. At the tea-table Hattie was introduced to Mrs. Emory, whose long, yearning look fairly entered her soul. It seemed asif in Hattie she sought to find some favorite resemblance, so eagerly did she ‘scan her face and form. She said: comicbooks whe —