Meantime, I implore you, as my daughter's temporary guardian, not to allow Louise to speak of or dwell upon this young man, but try to interest her in other gentlemen whom you may meet and lead her to forget, if possible, her miserable entanglement.

Consider a loving mother's feelings, John.

Try to help me in this emergency, and I shall be forever deeply grateful." "It's from mother, isn't it ?" asked Louise, when he had finished reading the letter.
"Yes," he answered gruffly, as he crumpled the missive and stuffed it into his pocket.
"What does she say, Uncle ?" "Nothing but rubbish and nonsense.

Eat your soup, my dear; it's getting cold." The girl's sweet, low laughter sounded very pleasant, and served to calm his irritation.

From her demure yet amused expression Uncle John guessed that Louise knew the tenor of her mother's letter as well as if she had read it over his shoulder, and it comforted him that she could take the matter so lightly.