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Chapter Number2. XI
Chapter TitleHELENA'S DIARY.
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Full Date1888-05-19
Page Number5
Word Count512
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe West Australian (Perth, WA : 1879 - 1954)
Trove TitleThe Legacy of Cain
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We both said good night, and went np to onr room with a new object in view. By our father's advise we had resolved on keeping diaries, for the first time iu our lives, and had pledged ourselves to begin before we went to bed. _

Slowly and silently and lazily, my sister sauntered to her end of the room, and seated herself at her writing-table. On the desk lay a.nicely-bound book, full of blank pages. The word ' Journal ' was printed on it in gold letters, and there was fitted to the covers a bright brass lock and key. A second journal, exactly sim- ilar in every respect to the first, was placed on the writing-table at my end of the room. I opened the book. The sight of the blank leaves irritated me ; they were se smooth, so spotless,* so entirely ready to do their duty. I took too deep a dip of ink, and began the fipsf entry iu my diary by making a blot This was discouraging. I got up, and looked out

of the wiudow.

' Helena !'

My sister's voice could hardly have ad- dressed me in 'a more weary tone, if he Sen had been at work all night, relating

omestic events. ' Well ?' I said. ' What is it ?'

' Have ypu done already ?' she asked

I showed her the blot. My sister Eunice (the strangest, as well as the dearest of girls) always blurts out what she has iu her mind at the time. She fixed lier eyes gravely on my spoilt page, and said: * That comforts me.' I crossed the room, an 1 looked at her book. She had not even summoned energy enough to make a blot. ' What will ±*apa think of us,' she said, ' if we don't begin to-nigiit ¿ '

' Why not begin,' 1 suggested, ' by wri- ting down what he said, when he gave us our journals? Those wise words of advice will be in their proper place on the first page of the new books.'

Nut at al) 4 demonstrative girl naturally; not ready with her tears, not liberal with her caresses, not fluent in her talk, Eunico was affected by my proposal in a manner wonderful te-seo. She suddenly develop- ed info au excitable pjrson-I declare she kissed me. 'Ou,' she burst'out, 'how clever you are ! The very thing to write about; I'll do it directly.'

'She really did it directly ;'without once stopping once io consider, without once waiting to ask my advice. Line after line, I heard her noisy pea three parts of the way towards the end of a second page before she closed her dairy. I reminded her that she had not turned the key in the lqck which was, intended to keep her writing private,

' it's uot worth while,' she answered. 'Anybody who cares to do it may read what I write. Good night.'

(To be continued.)