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There was a hovering smile around the pale, calm countenance that met my shy and half averted look. "Who is this?" he asked, peering into my misty eyes. "Is this Amey Hampden, I wonder, or have I made some dreadful mistake?" I saw immediately that he suspected me of having been a naughty girl, and my sensitive pride was breaking into revolt.
Cousin Bessie watched me from her corner by the kitchen table, where she was engaged in preparing some sundries for the next meal and when I had made my last trip with an armful of the breakfast equipage, she looked up with a meaning smile, and said, "This is the see-saw of life, Amey, yesterday you were away up, and to-day you are away down."
He was terribly in earnest, his brow was deeply contracted and his face was whiter than the pale moonlight. "Then you are a better man for it in every way, I perceive," was my timid rejoinder. "I hope so, Amey, I have tried hard to be."
I shall never forget how you looked that night, Amey; it was as if time had rolled its iron portals back, and that forth from the buried past came the dearest and holiest associations of my life. I saw in you, as plainly as if the 'loved and lost' one her self had stood before me, the image proud and beautiful, of my first and only love." "My mother?" I faltered. "Your mother," he repeated.
I wish I had better to offer you, but such as it is, I beg you will not hesitate to accept it, if it can relieve you from greater discomforts. "I am, my dear Amey, "Your loving and sincere cousin, My hands fell into my lap a second time; I was almost dazed with astonishment.
Cousin Bessie took me by the hand, and leading me into the sitting-room after luncheon, said: "Sit there, Amey," motioning me to a low rocker that stood on one side of the fire, while she drew up an easy chair for herself on the other, "I want to talk to you." With wondering surprise I threw myself into my seat and looked at her with eager impatience, waiting for her to begin.
Doctor Campbell seeing that he recognized me stole from the room and left us alone. "Poor Amey!" Were the first faint words he uttered closing his eyes wearily again. "Do you feel any better?" I asked bending over him and touching my lips to his brow. He shook his head on the pillow and muttered feebly: "It's all over with me, child, only a matter of time."
"They told me he was in his library, and with the privileges of an old friend I walked unceremoniously in. It was nearly dark there, and the fire was smouldering quietly among the gathering ashes, there was a lounge drawn up before it, on which my 'other' Amey lay sleeping.
"I would not like to lose it now, it is older than you are, Amey," he observed, without changing his sonorous voice. "Is it indeed?" I answered, not knowing what else to say. "I lost it on the day of the Merivales' last 'At Home," he went on, as if talking to himself, "I had it when I came in here, and I missed it when I went out." "You were not here on that day, were you?"
From MISS MARY ELLIOTT MCCANDLESS, of Pennsylvania, Lady Manager. Slice twenty-five large cucumbers in pieces between one and two inches thick; lay in salt water two days; wash out the salt. Let all boil until a rich syrup, then put in the cucumbers and boil between one and two hours. From MRS. AMEY M. STARKWEATHER, of Rhode Island, Superintendent State Work and Lady Manager.
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