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THE GOAL REACHED. 233 ‘Ts it?” she went on, excitedly, as he smiled and glanced at the fair girl. ‘‘Can it be possible that it is Miss Gladstone herself? I believe it is,” she said, with sparkling eyes, as she seized Stars hands; ‘‘and oh! what can I say to you? Itisa charming little book, and I have enjoyed it more than I can tell you. There! let me shake the hand that wrote it, and if I had a laurel wreath here I would put it on this golden head and | make you wear it the remainder of the evening.” And she squeezed and shook that small, white, gloved hand until Star laughingly begged for mercy. ‘*See what you have subjected me to,” she said, with a half- reproachful look at Mr, Appleton. “You might just as well make the best of it, my modest little friend,” that gentleman replied, laughing. ‘‘I have kept silence for a year under the most trying circumstances, for I - have been unmercifully besieged to tell who the author of ‘Chatsworths Pride’ is, and I could not stand the fire any longer. My time is too valuable to be spent in any such way ; and I came here to-night not only to congratulate you upon your graduation, but also to introduce my fair young author to my friends. Yes, Miss Meredith, Miss Stella Gladstone is the author of ‘Chatsworth’s Pride.” ‘‘Miss S#e//a Gladstone?” Miss Meredith repeated. ‘Yes; and, you perceive, I was not far from giving the name after all. I was obliged to ‘make her mark,’ since I could not write her name,’ returned Mr. Appleton, jocosely. ‘‘Ah, yes, I see. Stella means a star; and certainly,” Miss Meredith said, turning to her new acquaintance again, ‘‘you bid fair to shine like one.” Gomichbooks:. Go