to control your dreams, sis; but I fancy they'll
occur less and less often, and by and by cease altogether."

"You think I never loved Jack," said Winnie.

"I think you had a girlish fancy for him. As to woman's holy, unchanging
love, you have never yet experienced it, my little sister."

"When shall I, then? I'm sixteen, and a preceptress."

"Yes."

"But don't you think Jack loved me, Wayland?"

"I think he had a boy's fancy for you, which may deepen into love with
time, or may be wholly dissipated from his bosom."

"But why did you object to him so strongly? You well-nigh broke my heart
at one time. It was not like you to hate the son for the parent's
crimes."

"No, it was not for the father's errors that I bade you shun the son;
but because I discovered in him a frivolous, faulty character, that had
no strength of purpose, or fixed principles of action; and I dreaded the
influence such a person might exert over your youthful, pliant mind."

"Now, what if he should return some of these years, and lay his life,
love and fortune at my feet?" suggested Winnie, archly.

"Should he return with the elements that make the man stamped on his
face and conduct, I would never object to his addresses to my sister, if
she favored them," said Wayland.

"How the poor Camfords have suffered!" remarked Winnie, after a pause.

"They have, indeed," returned Wayland; "all our wrongs have been
expiated, and I raised not a finger to avenge them. My mother on her
death-bed bade me remember 'Vengeance was the Lord's,' and, thanks to
her name, I have done so."

"Where are the family?" inquired Winnie.

"Emigrated to Texas; and my brother editor, Mr. Lester, has purchased
their former residence, and I am boarding there at present. He has
extended to you a cordial invitation to pass your next vacation at his
mansion."

"O, he is very kind! I shall be delighted to do so. Do you still like
editing as well as formerly, brother?"

"Yes, it is an occupation suited to my tastes; and some of these years,
when I have sufficient capital, I want to go home to old Tennessee, and
erect a pretty rural cottage on the site of our former abode, and there
pass away life in peace and quietude with you, dear sister, if such a
prospect is pleasing to your mind. Or are you more ambitious?"

"No, brother; ambition is for men, not women," said Winnie.

"Yes, for men who love it," responded Wayland; "but my highest ambition
is to be happy; and I