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The Story of Vain Lamorna.

“Erick,” she said, “don’t you know that it’s very rude to stare?”

“Dear Lamorna, I feared you were ill,” said Erick, humbly.

“I am not ill,” said Lamorna, pouting; “so do look another way.”

“I shall never be able to please you, Lamorna,” said Erick, sighing, as he looked away. “Are you determined always to be unkind to me?”

“Oh, don’t talk so, Erick,” cried Lamorna. “How you tease me!”

“Do I tease you?” said Erick, very gravely. “I won’t do so any more;” and he got up and kissed her forehead, and went away without saying another word.

When Lamorna was left alone, she jumped up and ran to the looking-glass, in her usual way; but when she looked in it she stood still, staring in surprise, for she saw nothing!

“There must be something wrong with the light,” she said, and she moved the candles; but when she turned again to the glass it was just the same. She saw the reflection of the room—only her own image was wanting.

“I declare it makes one feel quite uncom-

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