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"is, in my opinion, to wait and not will be composed of Roumans ! Upon to despair"; but there are not wanting that day, millions of Rayahs will rise persons who counsel us to another as one man, and twenty-four hours course, and I have the more fear of will suffice to drive the last Turk seeing it prevail, because all Europe into Asia. seems to conspire in its favour. There “Lords Palmerston, Redcliffe, and is a party which holds to us the fol- Derby, Count Buol, and you, Messrs lowing language : 'The Western Aali and Fuad, vous l'aurez voulu !" Powers have lulled you with falla- We have not attempted, in this cious promises : recognise at last that paper, to go fully into the complicatthey pitilessly deliver you to Austrian ed political question of the Princibrutality, and to the stupidity of the palities. We should perhaps have Turk. It is time to look northwards. been willing to do so, at the risk of Whatever harm Russia may have filling a much larger portion of the done to you, Austria and Turkey will Magazine than is usually allotted to a do you more. Besides, the policy of single article, had we hoped to comthe Czar is completely changed, do mand readers for so long an essay on you not see Alexander II. preparing a subject that does not appear to reforms with one hand, whilst he excite much interest in England. heals, with the other, wounds which Under this disadvantage, all we have he did not make? Your position ad- sought to do, has been to bring into mits neither of delay nor of hesita- relief some of the most prominent tion ; you need the alliance of one of points of the question ; and without the three great empires that surround making ourselves partisans, or even you, in order that you may not serve expressing our opinion, to put foras a plaything to the ambition of all. ward that of an intelligent and Does there remain to you any other highly-educated native of the country support than that of the Czar? Rus- whose grievances are now under dissia is for the union under a foreign cussion in Paris-of a writer whose prince. With Russia you may hope veracity may be relied upon even by everything, even complete indepen- those who do not share his views. dence.

Such data as he supplies will be found “ To decide between these two extremely useful by any persons who policies, the Principalities wait till may wish to make up their minds on Europe shall have marked out for a subject, which the thrilling interest them their line of conduct.

of Indian affairs has deprived of that “One day, perhaps, the advanced share of attention which, we incline guard of the Russian army which to think, it will one day be proved shall march upon Constantinople, that its importance merited.

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You asked me once if I had ever cured everything that I fancied might had a secret from my husband. please him or do him good. When

Answering "Yes," I promised some he was convalescent, the doctor orday to tell you all about it: I will do dered him not to write for months to so now.

come. I understood his smile as he When we were first married, and listened to this decree ; it smote me for a time afterwards, we were poor ; with sharp, sudden pain ; I rememneither of us were used to poverty. ber I ran away to weep; I was the youngest, and had been “I must write, my child ; we are the pet, of a large family; I was in- in debt, we want money.” This was experienced in every way, and some- all his answer to my tearful remonwhat spoiled by indulgence. Kenelm, strance, when long, long before he my husband, was several years older was strong, I saw him settle down than his little wife ; he was good, to work. grave, and wise; there was some- For the first time I shrank away thing in his character that made from his mild glance ; for the first people afraid of him; when he time the deep tenderness of his tone courted me, my sisters held him in sounded to me as a reproach. awe; yet, strangely enough, I, cow- I went from his study into the ard as I was in most respects, felt garden. It was spring ; but I paid nothing of this awe till afterwards, no heed to the loveliness of the sunny but treated him with girlish audacity morning. To-day I was too miserable and tyranny. I knew my power. to weep, for the first time in my life

I must not allow myself to tell perhaps. I stood, leaning my head you of our happiness during the first against a tree, absorbed in selfmonths after our marriage ; that has reproachful thought — knowing, for nothing to do with this story; for the first time, how dreadful a thing then I had not the ghost of a secret it was to want money. from my husband. It is true that I I had one friend living near; she was forced to be very quiet during had been Kenelm's friend for years the earlier part of the day, when the and years, but now she was espescratching of Kenelm's pen was al- cially mine. It chanced that she most the only sound to be heard in passed our gate that morning, and, our house ; but I indemnified myself seeing me, came in for a few moin the evening, for the morning's ments. silence. I dearly loved to talk to “You, Minnie, of all women in the Kenelm! I used then to show him world, to look upon this sweet day the innermost thought of my heart : with so sad a face! What ails you, he was so gentle and reverent, and dear? Kenelm is getting well." in return gave me his full confidence, “ But he will be ill again. The sometimes speaking to me of things doctor says he should have change far beyond my comprehension, glad- and perfect rest, and he is at work. dening me by saying that often a few I have been extravagant-we want random words of mine would suggest money.” She was grave immediately. the solutions of perplexities over “Poor dear !” she said ; " no wonwhich he had long pondered ! der you are not merry - Oh, that

Well, we were poor. I had twenty money!” She softly stroked my pounds a-year; for the rest we dé- hand, and fell into meditative sipended upon my husband's earnings. lence. We had married in the spring; the Presently she cried, quite abruptly, following winter Kenelm fell ill, very Minnie, you shall write a novel ! ill. Necessarily his illness increased I started, and blushed as if she our expenses ; and I, without any had proposed to me to commit a regard to cost, or any thought of crime. whose labour must pay for all, pro- “Yes," she repeated, “you shall


write a novel. I have a little leisure doing it was my want of confidence -nothing else, alas —at your service towards him that he mourned. I

-you write, I will revise and manage think I have heard Kenelm say that all besides

it is in the natures acted upon, not in “ But-Kenelm—"

the acts themselves, that the elements “Would he not like it? Ah ! of Tragedy and Comedy are contained. perhaps not—I had forgotten. Good, I suppose we each acted as it was almost perfect as he is, he has his our nature to act. prejudices.”

When those three days and nights But if I could write a book! If of meditation had proved fruitless, I I could earn enough money to take drowned my hope in tears. I had him to the sea-side- I would risk the found no subject of which I felt comrest. I will not be afraid ; I will try petent to treat, no cause to advocate, and write a novel--only he shall never and I despaired. know unless I succeed.”

A day or two afterwards an ac“ Is it well to have a secret from quaintance sent us tickets for a conyour husband ?”

cert : in the evening she called for “ Just this one. I must try. It My husband was not well would be so glorious if I were to enough to go—I hated to go without succeed.”

him; but he sent me because he “ You should know best. But, thought that I was beginning to pine Minnie, I had rather you told him.” in a too quiet life. I felt very un

“No, no, no, not unless I suc- grateful towards the friend who carceed. What makes you think that ried me off, so sorely against my will. I can write a book ?"

It was a “classical” concert of in“I have seen little attempts of strumental music: I loved such yours-do not blush--and bits, only music. Yet by-and-by I found that bits, of your letters to Kenelm. If I was not listening to it. I was Mrs Kenelm Cameron writes her writing—nay, rather contemplatingbook as simply and fervently as my book! It did not suggest itself Minnie Grey wrote her love-letters, to me bit by bit, but I seemed to it will do — always provided that, grasp it all-plot, purpose, incident before she begins it, she quite makes at once. I literally hugged myself up her mind what it is to be about.” under cover of my little white cloak, That is the puzzle."

and said, “This will do." “ It will not long remain so, if the “ Exquisite ! is it not ?" my combook is destined to be written. I am panion exclaimed, thinking I had going from home; you shall have my spoken to her in praise of the music. address ; let me help you in any way Her glance dwelt wonderingly on my I can.”

excited face. I took leave of her absently, al- Now I was only anxious to get ready pondering what my book was home. I dreaded that I might forto be about.

get. Fortunately my friend was For three days and three nights I sleepy during the drive-the rapid continued to ponder this matter. motion continued the excitement the When Kenelm asked of what I was music had produced.

When we thinking, I blushed, giving the stupid stopped at my gate, and the lady answer, "Nothing particular.” He woke up to say "Good-night,” I looked surprised, but said nothing astonished her by the fervour of my further.

“ Thank

you! you do not know what Now, in all that follows, it may you have done for me." seem to you that if I had given the “ Are you such an enthusiast ?" matter a playful turn, and if my hus- she asked. “Had I known it, I would band had trusted me as he ought to have sent you tickets before. I will have done, no unhappiness would remember you in future - goodhave ensued. It was not in my night.” power to think of my secret lightly I let

myself into the house. I had directly I had a secret from my hus- made Kenelm promise not to sit

up, band, I turned coward, and became and had ordered Ann to go to bed. morbidly timid in his presence. And How glad I was of this ! he-he did not suspect me of wrong- The lamp and the fire burned in up.

the parlour, and the little supper-tray “My face is rather hot. Now, where stood ready.

shall we walk this evening ?” I asked, I had made no noise ; I stole up to and began to talk hurriedly of primmy room, found Kenelm asleep, look- roses, violets, blue-bells, and the proing very wan and worn; I bent down bability of our finding them in the and kissed him lightly, then ran fields around. away.

That was an exquisite evening. In the parlour I sat down to write, As we wandered about the lanes and and I wrote-hour after hour. When meadows, Kenelin sometimes leanton the lamp went out, I looked up in me, I sometimes on him; and I said consternation—it was growing light. to myself, “So it should be in life;

Very carefully I gathered together why should my husband work always, my precious sheets; I put them within and I sit idle all iny days ?” a book a cookery book, I remember), That was very well ; but, alas! as and hid that at the bottom of my I worked I lost sight of my good work-table. I crept to bed cold, motive in the absorbing interest of tired, and happy, but did not fall my work-forgot all my little daily asleep till broad daylight.

cares for Kenelm while I struggled When I woke, Kenelm stood by my to achieve a grand good for him. bedside with my breakfast upon a My husband came home healthily tray. “Is it late?" I asked, starting tired. That night he slept soundly,

and I could not sleep ; so I rose-I * Nearly eleven, love. Did you could not resist the impulse to conenjoy the concert, Minnie ?”

tinue my work; again it was the day* The concert -oh yes!” Then as light that warned me to my bed. I recalled everything, I felt as if he Kenelm told me at breakfast that must find out my secret by looking he must go into town, and should at me, and I turned away yawning. not get home till evening. He had

“Not quite awake yet, sleepy one,” not incurred this fatigue since his he commented

illness, and was not fit for it. I did How I was to manage to write in not think of this then ; I did not offer the daytime, was the problem that to go for him, or beg to go with him; occupied me while I dressed. I thought joyfully of the long day

When I was ready, I went to before me. He left home at ten, to Kenelm in his study.“ Must you return at seven. write to-day?” I asked.

I told Ann to say that I was en“Yes, I must. Let us dine at gaged if any one should call, and I four-I will write till then. After locked myself into the empty chamdinner we will have a walk. Do not ber. I uttered a cry of joy as I feel anxious, love—I am stronger.” began my work--I had such delight

“ Can I do nothing for you this in it. morning?"

I left off to pretend to dine, but I “ Nothing, dear.”

had no appetite, and soon recomHe had resumed his pen, and I menced. went away. We had an unfurnished Towards the end of the afternoon room in our house. I was soon lock- I found I could go on no longer. ed into that. I spread my paper on My temples burned, and yet I felt as a box, a box that had gone with us if numbed by excessive cold, and my on our wedding journey, and crouch- head began to ache intensely.

upon the floor to write. I left off Kenelm was late; it was getting just in time to prepare for dinner-to dusky when he came, and I shunned smoothe my hair, dip my hot brow in what little light there was.

He was water, and wash the ink-stains off my tired, and after tea lay upon the couch; fingers.

I sať beside him on a low seat, and "I wanted you to stitch up my rested my aching head on his breast. manuscript, Minnie," Kenelm said"; By-and-by Ann came in with the “ but as I didn't find you in the lamp, and then Kenelm asked me to house, I contrived to do it myself. read to him. I rose with some diffiI suppose you have been working in culty, I felt so weak and weary. Unthe garden-too hard, I think ; you wittingly I turned my face full to the look flushed.”

light as I opened the new book he


had brought home, and his eyes were “My husband did not speak for upon me as they generally were, as I some time. Then he said, with a had formerly loved to have them. measured mildness that I well un

“Minnie ?” he exclaimed then derstood, “I think, Minnie, that you started up and came to nie. He took owe me some slight explanation. I my hands and gazed into my face. trust that your good sense will lead This time I was not sorry to feel you to offer me such. As I am conthick blushes covering my pallor. fident that my wife cannot act in a

Somewhat pettishly I cried—“You way of which she has need to be startle me, Kenelm," and I tried to ashamed, I do not understand her turn away. He would not let me. having any mystery."

“You look wretchedly ill, Minnie. I had heard people say that someYou have been crying much again- times my husband appeared to hide so soon! What is it that troubles an iron hand beneath a velvet glove. you? My poor child must tell me !" I recalled the saying now, and asked

“I have nothing to tell you—you myself indignantly if he meant to are foolish-nothing troubles me!" make me feel the smooth inflexibility But he continued to gaze at me so of his character. Iwasangry with him. tenderly, so sorrowfully, that I could I offered no word of apology, but not bear it. To convince him that remained silent. I could not eat ; nothing was the matter, I burst into the first mouthful seemed like to tears and sobbed upon his bosom, for choke me. This made me seem all he folded me in his arms.

the more sullen. I thought that all was over-that No wonder that my noble, highmy secret would out, or my heart minded husband looked grieved to would break; but he questioned me the heart at such signs of childish nomore, only soothed and caressed me. perversity.

Next morning I rejoiced that my When, after breakfast, I sought secret was still in my keeping: the bare room, and locked myself in,

When I went down into the par- I trembled taking home the moral lour, Kenelm held a visiting-card in that was evolving, without conscious his hand, at which he was looking effort of mine, from the story which with surprise.

I had called “A Wife's Secret." “My friend Ashtower here yester- I felt the possibility of my little day, and you did not tell me! You troubles deepening and widening terasked him to come again, I hope ; ribly. I cried passionately, “I will you are well aware that I have long persevere ; but I must finish soondesired to see him.”

I cannot bear this long." I paused at the door with a face I had taken it for granted that expressing blank consternation. “I Kenelm had work to do; but when I -did not know," I faltered.

had slipped down-stairs, just before Yes; I was afraid of Kenelm-his dinner-time, I saw him lying on our eyes perused my face keenly.

little lawn, a book beside him. “You did not know-it was Ann's "He is angry," I thought. “This fault, then. This is very vexatious.” is the first holiday on which he has He was about to ring the bell. done without me."

"Stay!" I cried ; "it was not her When we met, I could not be gay or fault. I told her if anybody came, to natural; I was constrained in manner, say I was engaged ; of course she did and felt weighed upon and weary. not know that I would have seen The few days that followed were your friend ! Till this moment I did uncomfortable. Kenelm tried to renot know he had been here."

sume his usual demeanour, but some“And why, my dear wife, would thing was between us, and I was you see nobody yesterday ?"

afraid of him. I wrote as much as I "Don't say my dear wife' in that could without risk of detection, and horrid way. I suppose I was not in forgot my own griefs during those the humour for company, as you had hours. left me alone !” I took refuge in a I told myself that I would not, kind of petulant naughtiness, pouted, that I could not, give up, now that I and made an unnecessary noise with had gone so far. Whenever I felt the cups and saucers.

wavering and despondent, I pic

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