hough she had striven to secure the guiding of Malcolm's development, she sh

the girl was permeated with individuality, that the temperament of an artist lay behind the changing eyes in that restless, graceful figure. She could not see that her daughter had a delicate, wilful per

thing of charm and colour, Elise pursued the paths which Youth has for its own-those won

erous emotions. With every pulsing beat of the warm blood coursing through her veins she demanded in her girl's mind that the world in whic

pire to genuine accomplishment-leave that to common people; be lady-like, be calm and reserved; behold your brothers, how they swank!-but they are men, and this is England; desire nought but the protec

nism, no matter what distance away, registers on the seismograph of human destiny the world over) Elise Durwent found her path laid. Increasingly resentful, she

governess discreetly, and left her without family cares at all, as both boys were now at school. Unencum