"I do not think my invention will overflow into any great variety of characters," said Mrs. Marston, laughing; "I am much more afraid of the sin of penuriousness. I suppose, although Mr. Berry's chapter is condemned, I may make use of his characters, if I please?" "O certainly !"-and Mr. Berry declared he should feel more than consoled for his failure if his suggestions proved of use-which was probably the lady's benevolent thought, for there was a lingering compunction in all hearts at the unceremonious rejection of Mr. Berry's effort. "I promise you my chapter will be very maternal," said Mrs. Marston, "for I must draw on experience for inspiration." Miss Ingoldsby read Mrs. Marston's chapter too: the company having first decided to call the new undertaking THE ISLAND STORY. Each several life yet opens with the view The bride was in her pearls-milk-white ones on her neck and arms, the gift of love,-clear glittering ones dropping from her eyes, joy's counterfeit of sorrow. All outward preparations were finished, but she felt as if the inner were yet to begin |