depend on this congenial sympathy and innate
evidence?"

"Now you talk on a subject that I do not
understand," said Julia, blushing; and, catching up
the highly prized work, she ran to her own room,
leaving the young man in a state of mingled
admiration and pity.



CHAPTER II.

AN anxious fortnight was passed by Julia Warren,
after this conversation, without bringing any tidings
from her friend. She watched, with feverish
restlessness, each steam-boat that passed the
door on its busy way towards the metropolis, and
met the servant each day at the gate of the lawn
on his return from the city; but it was only to
receive added disappointments. At length Charles
Weston good-naturedly offered his own services,
laughingly declaring, that his luck was never known
to fail. Julia herself had written several long
epistles to Anna, and it was now the proper time
that some of these should be answered,
independently of the thousand promises from her
friend of writing regularly from every post-office
that she might pass on her route to the Gennessee.
But the happy moment had arrived when