Then she heaved a sigh, extended her hand, and resumed: "Your tears, my daughter, are what tear down my pride.

No use, I see; my advice is all thrown away--all thrown away! Oh, what a thing it is to have a daughter, and yet not have a daughter.

I mean to have a daughter that will have her own way." Again Mrs.Chapman resumed her chair, and became thoughtful and silent.
"You know I love to please you, mother, for you are such a good mother to me in everything else," rejoined Mattie, kneeling beside her mother, placing her arms on her knees, and looking up lovingly in her face.

"You know I like to please you, mother," she repeated; "and I won't marry anybody until Tite comes home.

But then you must not say anything more to me about Mr.Gusher." "That's poor consolation--very poor consolation, my daughter," replied Mrs.Chapman, rebukingly.