Aunt Eunice, who understood managing blacks better than
his timid mother or his inexperienced wife, was to be his
housekeeper in that new home of his, where the colonel and
his family would always be welcome; and having thus provided
for those for whom it was his duty to care, he bade adieu to
Kentucky, and returned to Snowdon in time to join the Christ-
mas party at Terrace Hill, where Irving Stanley was a guest,
and where, in spite of the war clouds darkening our land, and
in spite of the sad, haunting memories of the dead, there was
much hilarity and joy-reminding the villagers of the olden
time when Terrace Hill was filled with gay revelers. Anna
Millbrook was there, more beautiful than in her girlhood, and
almost childishly fond of her missionary Charlie, who she laugh-
ingly declared was perfectly incorrigible on the subject of sur-
plice and gown, adding that as the mountain would not go to
Mahomet, Mahomet must go to the mountain; and so she was
fast becoming an out-and-out Presbyterian of the very bluest
stripe.
  Sweet Anna I None who looked into her truthful, loving face,
or knew the beautiful consistency of her daily life, could doubt
that whether Presbyterian or Episcopal in sentiment, the heart
was right and the feet were treading the narrow path which
leadeth unto life eternaL
  It was a happy week spent at Terrace Hill; but one heart
ached to its very core when, at its close, Irving Stanley went
back to where duty called him, trusting that the God who had
succored him thus far, would shield him from future harm, and
keep him safely till the coming autumn, when, with the first
falling of the leaf, he would gather to his embrace his darling
Adah, who, with every burden lifted from her spirits, had
grown in girlish beauty until others than himself marveled at
her strange loveliness
       F                                 F      
  On the white walls of a handsome country seat just on the
banks of the Connecticut, the light of the April sunset falls,
and the soft April wind kisses the fair cheek and lifts the
golden curls of the young mistress of Spring Bank-for so, in
memory of the olden time, have they named their new home-
Hugh and Alice, who, arm in arm, walk up and down the ter-
raced garden, talking softly of the way they have been led, and
gratefully ascribing all praise to Him who rules and over-
rules, but does nought save good to those who love Him.



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