eaves and arched doorway have an inviting appearance and impresses
one with the fact that there are still some substantial homes--some
reminder of the past.

And now we come to the mistress of "Gladswood." While she is
carefully pruning some choice specimens of ferns growing on the
shady side of the doorway, we take advantage of the situation, and
hence the result: Mrs. Montgomery is a matronly-looking woman, of
about forty-five years of age, perhaps less; for the abundant mass
of dark chestnut hair reveals not one silvery thread. One glance is
sufficient. Never was character more cleverly delineated than upon
this woman's face. There, in bold relief, is the deep penetrative
mind--one that has power to read the masses as they pass before her
mental vision. Her's is the heart that opens wide to the one crushed
and broken by the uncharitable sect called "the world." Her's is the
hand ready to help the suffering and support the tottering. The
shoddyisms of modern every-day life have no charms for Mrs.
Montgomery. Woe be to the victim who comes under her censure. She
has no mercy upon those who are under a daily strain to cater to the
usages of society.

Let us see good, honest and noble-minded men and women, and then
will follow all those accomplishments that are really necessary.
Jennie Montgomery had early imbibed those principles, and in her we
see a striking illustration of this truth.

But in our praise of the mistress we must not forget to introduce
the master.

Mr. Montgomery is not the sort of man one would naturally associate