"These new friends are not always the best friends, Mr. Delancy."

"No, Rose. For my part, I wouldn't give one old friend, whose heart

I had proved, for a dozen untried new ones."

"Nor I, Mr. Delancy. I love Irene. I have always loved her. You know

we were children together."

"Yes, dear, I know all that; and I'm not pleased with her for

treating you with so much neglect, and all for a set of--"

Mr. Delancy checked himself.

"Irene," said Miss Carman, whom the reader will remember as one of

Mrs. Emerson's bridemaids, "has been a little unfortunate in her New

York friends. I'm afraid of these strong-minded women, as they are

called, among whom she has fallen."

"I detest them!" replied Mr. Delancy, with suddenly aroused

feelings. "They have done my child more harm than they will ever do

good in the world by way of atonement. She is not my daughter of

old."

"I found her greatly changed at our last meeting," said Rose. "Full

of vague plans of reforms and social reorganizations, and impatient

of opposition, or even mild argument, against her favorite ideas."

"She has lost her way," sighed the old man, in a low, sad voice,

"and I'm afraid it will take her a long, long time to get back again

to the old true paths, and that the road will be through deep

suffering. I dreamed about her all night, Rose, and the shadow of my

dreams is upon me still. It is foolish, I know, but I cannot get my

heart again into the sunlight."

And Rose had been dreaming troubled dreams of her old friend, also;

and it was because of the pressure that lay upon her feelings that

she had come over to Ivy Cliff this morning to ask if Mr. Delancy

had heard from Irene. She did not, however, speak of this, for she

saw that he was in an unhappy state on account of his daughter.

"Dreams are but shadows," she said, forcing a smile to her lips and

eyes.

"Yes--yes." The old man responded with an abstracted air. "Yes; they

are only shadows. But, my dear, was there ever a shadow without a

substance?"

"Not in the outside world of nature. Dreams are unreal things--the

fantastic images of a brain where reason sleeps."

"There have been dreams that came as warnings, Rose."

"And a thousand, for every one of these, that signified nothing."

"True. But I cannot rise out of these shadows. They lie too heavily

on my spirit. You must bear with me, Rose. Thank you for coming over

to see me; but I cannot make your visit a pleasant one, and you must

leave me when you grow weary of the old man's company."

"Don't talk so, Mr. Delancy. I'm glad I came over. I meant this only

for a call; but as you are in such poor spirits I must stay a while

and cheer you up."




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