“Miss Catherine Sumner,” resumed the teacher, with a benign smile, to a plain, yet noble-looking girl, who came forward as he spoke, “I believe there can be no mistake about _your_ little effusion. I feel great pleasure in presenting you the reward, due, not only to your mental cultivation, but to the goodness of your heart. What! do _you_, too, hesitate?” “Will you be kind enough, sir,” said the generous Kate, taking a paper from her pocket, “to read Harriet’s story before you decide. I asked her for a copy several days ago, and here it is.” “You shall read it to the audience yourself, my dear; I am sure they will listen patiently to so kind a pleader in her friend’s behalf.” The listeners looked pleased and eager to hear the story; and Kate Sumner, with a modest self-possession, which well became her, and with her fine eyes lighting up as she read, did full justice to the pretty and touching story, of which Harriet had been so cruelly robbed. “It is well worth reading,” said Mr. Wentworth, when she had finished; “your friend has won the prize, my dear young lady; and, as she owes it to your generosity, you shall have the pleasure of bestowing it, yourself.” Kate’s face glowed with emotion as she hung the chain around Harriet’s neck; and Harriet could not restrain her tears, while she whispered, “I will take it, _not_ as a prize, but as a gift from _you_, dear Kate!” “And now, Miss Sumner,” said Mr. Wentworth, in conclusion, “let me beg your acceptance of these volumes, as a token of your teacher’s respect and esteem,” and presenting her a beautifully bound edition of Milton’s works, he bowed his adieu to the retiring audience. * * * * * “Will you lend me your prize-pencil this morning, Harriet?” said Mrs. Carlton the next day. She was dressed for a walk, and Harriet wondered why she should want the pencil to take out with her; but she immediately unclasped the chain from her neck, and handed it to her mother without asking any questions. She was rewarded at dinner by finding it lying at the side of her plate, with the single word, “Truth” engraved upon its seal. * * * * * [Illustration: E. T. Parris., Engraved by Rawdon, Wright, Hatch, & Smillie. _True Affection._ _Engraved expressly for Graham’s Magazine._] * * * * * TRUE AFFECTION. ILLUSTRATION OF A PICTURE. Matron in thy golden prime, Well the world may envy thee; Thou hast reached the happy time When life holds her jubilee— Midway on her pilgrimage, Looking backward and before, Where end infancy and age On her being’s misty shore.