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Page 6 of Bad Hugh / by Mary J. Holmes.

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bending tree, drifted against the doors, and beat against the windows, whence a cheerful light was gleaming, telling of life and possible happiness within. There were no flowing curtains before the windows, no drapery sweeping to the floor, nothing save blinds without and simple shades within, neither of which were doing service now, for the master of the house would have it so in spite of his sister's remonstrances. Some one might lose their way on that terrible night, he said, and the blaze of the fire on the hearth, which could be seen from afar, would be to them a beacon light to guide them on their way. Nobody would look in upon them, as Adaline, or 'Lina as she chose to be called, and as all did call her except himself, seemed to think there might, and even if they did, why need she care To be sure she was not quite as fixey as she was on pleasant days when there was a possibility of visitors, and her cheeks were not quite so red, but she was looking well enough, and she'd undone all those little tags or braids which disfigured her so shockingly in the morning, but which, when brushed and carefully arranged, did give her hair that waving appearance she so much desired. As for himself, he never meant to do any- thing of which he was ashamed, so he did not care how many were watching him through the window, and stamping his heavy boots upon the rug, for he had just come in from the storm Hugh Worthington piled fresh fuel upon the fire, and, shaking back the mass of short brown curls which had fallen upon lts forehead, strode across the room and arranged the shades to his own liking, paying no heed when his more fas- tidious sister, with a frown upon her dark, handsome face, mut- tered something about the " Stanley taste." " There, Kelpie, lie there," he continued, returning to the hearth, and, addressing a small, white, shaggy dog, which, with a human look in its round, pink eyes, obeyed the voice it knew and loved, and crouched down in the corner at a safe distance from the young lady, whom it seemed instinctively to know as an enemy. " Do, pray, Hugh, let the dirty things stay where they are," Uina exclaimed, as she saw her brother walk toward the dining- room, and guessed his errand. " Nobody wants a pack of dogs under their feet. I wonder you don't bring in your pet horse, saddle and alL." "I did want to when I beard how piteously be cried after m as J leIt tille stable to-night," said Hugh, at the same time 6 BAD HUGH