that caused these emotions. He did not wish Cyn to throw herself away in matrimony, that was all; and so strong were his feelings on this point that he could not banish the idea from his mind all the rest of the evening, and was noticeably thoughtful.
But he was very gay; even unusually, wildly gay on the way home, and kept Mrs. Simonson, whom he escorted, in such a state of laughter that she burst three buttons, and was all "wheezed up" when they reached the hotel.
"Why are you so thoughtful to-night?" Clem asked Nattie, as they walked down their street behind the rest, in the wake of Jo's gayety and Celeste's meaningless giggle. Celeste was clinging to the arm of the unwilling, but helpless Quimby, and chatting of the handsome tenor.
With a slight start, Nattie replied to Clem's question,
"I do not know. Am I?"
"Yes; you have hardly spoken a word all the way. Is anything the trouble?" asked Clem, and she, looking moodily on the ground, did not see the anxiety in his eyes as he spoke.
"Nothing!" she replied; then startled him by bursting out passionately,
"I am tired of living with no object; with nothing but a daily routine. Can it be there is no
