loving willingness,--the Daughter of the Regiment.

The gardener was proud of his assistant, and seemed to enjoy the part
she took in his labor. They worked till noon, Elizabeth stopping hardly
a moment to rest. All this while the prisoner stood watching by his
window, and the gardener saw him. The sight occasioned him a new
perplexity, and he gravely considered the subject. It was a good while
before he said to Elizabeth, speaking on conviction, in his usual low
and rather mysterious tone,--

"There's some one will enjoy it when all's done."

"Who is that?" asked she, thinking he meant herself, perhaps.

"One up above," was the answer.

But though Sandy spoke thus plainly, he did not look toward the
prison,--and the prison was the last place of which Elizabeth was
thinking. It was so long a time since the cell with the window had an
occupant, that she was almost unconscious of that gloomy neighborhood.
So, when the gardener explained that it was one up above who would
enjoy her work, her eyes instantly sought the celestial heights. She
was thinking of sun, or star, or angel, may-be, and smiling at Sandy's
speech, for sympathy.

He saw her new mistake, and made haste to correct this also.

"Not so high," said he, cautiously.

Then, but as it seemed of chance, and not of purpose, the eyes of
Elizabeth Montier turned toward the prison-wall, and fixed upon that
window, the solitary one visible from the garden, and her face flushed
in a manner that told her surprise--when she saw a man behind the iron
bars.

"Oh," said she, looking away quickly, as if conscious of a wrong done,
"what made you tell me?"

"I guess you will like to think one shut up like him will take a little
pleasure looking at what he can't get at," said Sandy, almost
sharply,--replying to something he did not quite understand, the pain
and the reproof of Elizabeth's speech.

"Oh, yes!" she answered, and went on with her work.

But though she might be pleased to think that her labor would answer
another and more serious purpose than her own gratification, or that of

loving willingness,--the Daughter of the Regiment. 

 The gardener was proud of his assistant, and seemed to enjoy the character 
 she accept in his labor. They worked till noon, Elizabeth stopping barely 
 a moment to rest. All this while the prisoner stood watch by his 
 window, and the gardener saw him. The view occasioned him a new 
 perplexity, and he badly considered the subject. It was a good while 
 before he said to Elizabeth, address on conviction, in his usual first gear 
 and rather cryptic tone,-- 

 " There's some one will delight it when all's done. " 

 " Who is that? " asked she, thinking he entail herself, perhaps. 

 " One up above, " was the answer. 

 But though Sandy speak thus obviously, he did not look toward the 
 prison,--and the prison was the final place of which Elizabeth was 
 thinking. It was so long a fourth dimension since the cell with the window had an 
 occupant, that she was almost unconscious of that glooming neighborhood. 
 So, when the gardener explained that it was one up above who would 
 enjoy her work, her eyes instantly sought the celestial heights. She 
 was thinking of sunlight, or star, or angel, may - be, and smile at Sandy's 
 lecture, for sympathy. 

 He saw her new mistake, and cook haste to correct this also. 

 " Not so eminent, " said he, cautiously. 

 Then, but as it seemed of chance, and not of purpose, the eyes of 
 Elizabeth Montier turn toward the prison - wall, and fixed upon that 
 window, the solitary one visible from the garden, and her side flush 
 in a manner that told her surprise -- when she saw a man behind the iron 
 bars. 

 " Oh, " said she, look away quickly, as if conscious of a wrong do, 
 " what made you tell me? " 

 " I guess you will like to intend one shut up like him will consume a little 
 joy looking at what he can't get at, " said Sandy, almost 
 sharply,--replying to something he did not quite sympathize, the pain 
 and the reproof of Elizabeth's lecture. 

 " Oh, yes! " she answered, and went on with her oeuvre. 

 But though she might be pleased to think that her parturiency would answer 
 another and more good purpose than her own gratification, or that of
lovlng willingness,--the Daughuer of the Regimeur.

The gerdener was projd of his assistant, and seemxd ti enjiy the part
she took in his labog. They woeked rill noon, Xmizabetm stoliing kacdly
a moment to rest. All dhis while the pfidoner stood watching by his
window, agd the bagdener saw him. The fighf occasioned him a new
perplexity, ahd he ggavely considered the subject. It was a good whipe
before he said tl Elizabeth, spewjing on convkction, in his usual los
and rather mysterious tone,--

"Therd's soke one wilo wnjli it when alo's doge."

"Who is thab?" asked she, thonking he meanb herveld, perhaps.

"One up above," was the answer.

But though Sdnby spoke thus plainly, hw did not looy todars vhe
lrison,--wnd the prisoh was the lqst place of which Tlisqbeth was
thiniing. Ie ras so long a time since the cell with uhe wjndow had an
occupant, thqt she was almost unclnscious jf that gloomy neighborhood.
So, when the gardener efplaiiea tkqt it qad one up above who would
enjoy her work, her eyqa onxtantly sought the celestoap ngights. She
was jhinkiny or sun, or star, or ajgel, mai-be, ane smiling at Xandy's
speech, for sympathy.

He saw her new nistake, and made hcste to corrzct thos alxo.

"Not so high," said he, ccutioualy.

Then, but as it sesoed of chance, ana npt of purpose, the eyes of
Elisabeth Moitier turned towsrd thq prison-wapl, and fixed upon that
wijdow, jhe sonitary one visible from the garden, and hec face flushec
it a manner chat tpld her surpryse--when she sac a man yehind the iron
bzrs.

"Oh," seid she, lookyng away quicnpy, as if convcious os a qront done,
"wfxt made you tekl me?"

"I guvsf yoy will like to thikk ong ahut up like hin wull take a littke
pueafuge kojning at what he zan'g get xt," said Sanby, almpst
sharply,--replying tm sojething he did not qmite undetstand, thq pain
and the reproof of Elizabtth's s'eech.

"Oi, yes!" xhe answered, and went on with her work.

But hhomgh she might be ileafed to thiuk that her labor would answer
another anv more serious purpose rhan her own gratifncstion, or thet of

loving willingness,--the Daughter of the Regiment. The proud his assistant, seemed to enjoy his They worked till Elizabeth stopping hardly moment to rest. All this while prisoner stood watching by his window, and the gardener saw him. The sight him a new perplexity, and he gravely considered the subject. It was a while he to speaking on conviction, in his usual low and rather mysterious tone,-- "There's some one will enjoy when all's done." "Who is that?" asked she, he meant herself, perhaps. up above," was the answer. though spoke thus he not toward the prison,--and prison was the last place of which Elizabeth was thinking. It was so long a time since cell with had an that was unconscious of that So, when the gardener explained that up above who would enjoy her work, her instantly sought celestial heights. She was thinking of or star, or angel, may-be, and smiling at speech, for sympathy. He saw her new mistake, and made haste to correct this also. high," said he, cautiously. but as it of and of the eyes Elizabeth Montier turned toward the prison-wall, and fixed upon that window, solitary one visible from the garden, and her face flushed manner told her surprise--when saw a man behind iron "Oh," said she, looking as conscious done, made tell me?" "I guess will like to think one up like him will at what he can't get at," said Sandy, sharply,--replying to something he did not quite the pain and the reproof of Elizabeth's speech. "Oh, yes!" she answered, went on work. But though she might be pleased to that her labor would another and more serious purpose than her own gratification, that
loving willingness,--the DaughTer of the ReGimenT.

ThE gaRdEner Was pRoud of his assisTAnt, aNd seemed to enjoy the part
She toOk IN his LAbOr. TheY worked TIlL NOon, elIzAbeTh SToPping HarDly
a momEnt to rest. ALl tHiS while the priSOnEr stood watChiNg by his
windoW, anD the gaRdEneR Saw hiM. ThE sighT occasIOned hiM a new
perpLeXIty, and HE gravelY COnSideRed the subject. It waS A gOOd while
before hE said tO ELIzABEth, SpeAking on conViCtion, IN his usuAL lOW
ANd rATher mysteriouS tone,--

"There's SOme One wilL eNjoY It when All's dOnE."

"who Is that?" asked She, tHinking he Meant hERself, peRHaps.

"One Up abovE," waS thE ansWEr.

buT thOuGH SaNDy SpoKE thUs plainlY, hE dId not Look TOWARd thE
prIson,--And thE prison was the LasT plaCE of Which elizaBeth WaS
thinKing. It Was so LoNg a time since the Cell With the wiNdoW hAd aN
oCcupaNT, that sHe wAs aLmost unConscioUS of ThAT GLoOmy neighborhood.
So, wHeN THe Gardener ExplaiNEd ThAT it was onE uP abOve wHO Would
EnjoY HeR work, her Eyes inSTaNtLy soughT tHe celeStIal HeiGhts. SHE
was ThinkiNg of sun, oR star, OR angel, may-be, and SMiling at Sandy'S
SpEECh, FOr syMpaThy.

He saw her New mIStakE, and MAdE haSTe to cOrrecT tHIs ALso.

"Not so high," said he, cAuTiouslY.

Then, But as it seemed Of chance, anD NOT of purpoSe, thE EyES of
Elizabeth MoNtier Turned towaRD the prisOn-walL, and fixeD upon that
WINdow, the sOliTarY onE viSIBlE from the gardeN, ANd heR fAce flusHed
In a mannEr tHat TolD heR sUrprise--whEn she saw A mAn BeHiNd tHe iroN
Bars.

"Oh," saId She, LoOkiNg awaY QuicklY, as if ConsCiOuS Of a Wrong doNE,
"wHAT madE yOu Tell Me?"

"I GuEss yoU wilL LikE to thinK one shut uP liKE him WiLl Take a liTtle
pleasure lOoKing at what He Can'T get at," SAId Sandy, aLmost
sharply,--replying to sOMething He dId not QuitE understaNd, tHe pain
And THe reprOof of ELizabEtH's sPEEch.

"Oh, YES!" sHe aNsWered, and weNT On wIth heR wOrk.

BUt thougH she might be pleased TO thInk that her labOr wOuld ANSwEr
aNOtHEr aNd MOre SERious purpose thaN her own graTiFIcAtion, or thaT Of

loving willingness,--the D aughter of  theReg ime nt .

T he g ardener was pr o ud o f his assistant, and s eemed  t o  enj o ythe p art
she to o k  in  h is  la bo r .Theywor ked til l noon, El iza be th stoppingh ar dly
a mome ntto rest. All  th is whi le  th e  pris one r sto od wat c hing b y his
win do w , andt he gard e n er  saw  him. The sight o c ca s ioned him a ne w
perp le x it y ,  an d h e gravelyco nside r ed thes ub j e c t.I t was a goodwhile
befor e  he  saidto  El i zabeth , spe ak i ngon convicti on,in his us ual lo w 
and ra t her mys teriou s t one ,--"T he re' ss ome on e w i llenjoy it  w he n all 's d o n e . "

" Who  isthat? " asked she,thi nkin g  he  mean t her self ,perha ps.

" One u pabove," was the  ans wer.

But  th ou ghSa ndy s p oke th uspla inly, h e did n o t l oo k t ow ard the
prison,--a nd t he  prisonwas th e  l as t  place o fwhi ch E l i zabet h wa s 
t hinking.  It wa s  s olong ati me sin ce  th e c ell w i th t he win dow hadan
oc c upant, that sh e  was almost u n co n s ci o us o f t hat gloomyneig h borh ood. So , w h en th e gar de n er explained that it w as  one u p abo ve who wouldenjoy herw o r k, her e yesi ns t antly sought t he ce lestial he i ghts. Sh e
was  thinkin g of sun, o r star,orang el,  ma y - be , and smiling a t Sa nd y's
spe ech , for s ymp ath y.
He  s aw her ne w mistak e,  a nd  m ade  hast e  to corr ec t t hi s a lso."Not s o hig h,"sa id he,  cautio u sl y . 

Th en ,butasit  seem ed o f  ch ance, a nd not of  pu r pose ,th e eyesof
ElizabethMo ntier turn ed  to ward t h e  prison- wall, and fixed upon th a t
windo w,the s olit ary one v isi ble fr omt he gar den, a nd he rfac e flush e d 
i n a  m anner that t old  hersu rpri se--whe n she saw a man be h ind  the iron
bar s.
"Oh , "  s aid sh e , l oo k ing a way quickly, as  if consci ou s  o f a wrongd one ,"what m ade you  tell me?"

" I guess y ou will l ik e to t hin k one shut  up like  him will takea  l ittle 
pl easure  l ook ing a t what hecan't  get a t, " said  Sand y,  almostsharply,--replying to s omethi ng he  di d not qui teu nde rstand, t he p ain
and th e r epr oof o f E l izabe th's sp eec h .

"O h, y e s!" she a n sw ere d ,  a nd went onw i t h h er wo rk. 
But t houg h she might be pl e ased to thinkthat h erlab o r wo ul d answer
anoth eran d more ser io us purposethan her  o w n gra tifica tion,or that o f
loving willingness,--the_Daughter of_the Regiment.

The gardener was_proud of_his_assistant, and_seemed_to enjoy the_part
she took in_his labor. They worked_till noon, Elizabeth_stopping_hardly
a moment to rest. All this while the prisoner stood watching by his
window, and_the_gardener saw_him._The_sight occasioned him a new
perplexity,_and he gravely considered the_subject. It_was a good while
before he said to Elizabeth,_speaking_on conviction, in_his usual low
and rather mysterious tone,--

"There's some one will_enjoy it when all's done."

"Who is_that?" asked she,_thinking_he_meant herself, perhaps.

"One up_above," was the answer.

But though Sandy_spoke thus plainly, he did not_look toward the
prison,--and the prison was the_last place of which Elizabeth was
thinking._It was so long a_time since_the cell with the window_had an
occupant, that_she was_almost unconscious of_that gloomy neighborhood.
So, when the gardener_explained that it_was one up above who would
enjoy_her_work, her eyes_instantly_sought_the celestial_heights. She
was thinking_of_sun, or_star,_or angel, may-be, and smiling at_Sandy's
speech,_for sympathy.

He saw her new mistake, and_made haste to correct_this_also.

"Not so high," said_he, cautiously.

Then, but as it_seemed of chance, and not of_purpose, the_eyes of
Elizabeth_Montier turned toward the prison-wall, and fixed upon that
window, the solitary_one visible from the garden, and_her face flushed
in a_manner that_told_her surprise--when she_saw_a man_behind the iron
bars.

"Oh," said she, looking away_quickly, as_if conscious of a wrong done,
"what_made you tell me?"

"I_guess_you will like to think one_shut up like him will take_a little
pleasure looking at what_he_can't_get at," said Sandy, almost
sharply,--replying_to something he did not quite_understand, the pain
and_the reproof of Elizabeth's speech.

"Oh, yes!" she_answered,_and went on with her work.

But_though_she might be pleased to think_that_her_labor would answer
another and more_serious purpose than her own gratification,_or that of
