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KATE VERNON.
CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON.
It would give a very false idea of Kate Vernon'scharacter, were we to say that CaptainEgerton's departure did not leave a blank inthe quiet routine of her life. Indeed, she wasrather surprised to find how closely he hadlinked himself with the pleasures and occupationsof the secluded little circle amongstwhom accident had thrown him. She missedhis ready companionship, and the amusing[2]contrariety of his opinions and prejudices; shemissed the interested attention with which helistened to every word that fell from her lips,and her eye, peculiarly alive to beauty in everyform, missed his distinguished, soldierly figure,and bold, frank, open face. But her regretsdid not even border on the sentimental, andwere spoken as openly as her grandfather's,who every hour in the day, for a week, atleast, after his departure, might be heard tosay—"If Fred Egerton was here, he woulddo this, or that, for me." In short, Kate hadnever dreamt of Egerton as a lover. Marriagewas to her a distant possibility—desirable, certainly,in due time, as she always consideredit, if happy, the happiest state of life; butmarriage with a soldier, who could not bealways near her grandfather, was somethingso utterly beyond the powers of her imaginationto conceive, that it gave her all the easeand security she might have felt with abrother.
So the winter wore steadily away. Themorning's study—the afternoon walk with hergrandfather—often to visit the sick and needy—theinterchange of contrasting thought withWinter and the organist, kept Miss V