The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-10-18

was glad to sit down on garden seat at
the end of the path. But remembering
her resolution of the afternoon, she half
rose as her companion threw himself on
the grass at her feet.
e ought to go in. l forgot that Mrs.
Fleming sent for me to play Bertha's ac-
compartment"
"Ah, no; don't 60 back amongst all
those people. Stay here in the moon
light, and let me talk to you"
Another wave OF the self-scorn which
had Inundated the governess that after
noon seconded his entreaty.
Why" Amy Cuthbert said to her
self" Why should she not sit down and
talk to Mr.. Kenneth as any friend or ac-
quaintance would do? Why need she
be so foolish-she who had buried ro-
nance forever@'
Z" / shall be glad to have you talk to
me; and tell me about that last picture
you were so much interested in" she re.
/ sponded.
az have not touched it lately. | am
tired of attempts in art" and the young
aristocrat moodily tossed his heavy hair
away from his brow. 81 believe l shall
keep only one picture of all those | have
painted this summer"
"And what is thatf' she said, unsus-
pectingly.
"a st. Cecilia
Amy Cuthbert could not suppress a
start at this unexpected reply. Neither
could she at once find fitting rejoinder.
She sat in silence, idly pulling to pieces
a blossom of Virginia creeper, thankful
that shadows hid her face.
No, | will not keep that piece
either" her companion continued, i'm.
! piteously. 81 do not want to remember
you with that cold, pure, rapt expression
l have depicted. l will rather paint you
as Madonna happy radiant, beauti
/ full woman"
" You fatter my face; it suits neither
of those characters"
g How might / paint you, them"
As Elaine, perhaps" she answered,
with a sigh" if / were young and beau
tiful enough"
elaine! No; if painted you thus
/ would paint Lancelot kneeling before
you, as the
Red-cross knight forever kneeed
To lady, in his shield
And you, if Lancelot were kneeling be
fore you, would you smile upon him?
Something in the voice, something il
the flushed face uplifted in the moon
light, thrilled her strangely. Why die
Mr.. Kenneth talk to her so? She forced
herself to answer, with laugh:
" could not be the lily maid of As
tolat' if | did not smile on Lancelot."
But | cannot paint you, for / have
rarely seen you smile-have never once
/ seen you look glad and care-free. AnC
yours" he added, in lower tones " is the
face of all in the world that / most wish
to see happy and bright"
Inyoluntarily the listener started al
the words, and a quick heart-thrill dis
turbed the even answer.
Like most of the race, / am neither
very happy nor extremely miserable. .
But is not happiness possible? Let
me make you happy by the effort of my
whole life. Miss Cuthbert, why viii
You not understand me? | want to tell
you that love you"
The last leaf of the blossom she had
ruined fell on the grass The hand that
had held it was prisoned in two others
and the moonlight shone on the earnest
dark eyes that were trying to see hel
face. Amy Cuthbert's resurrected TO
nance, warm and glowing with life
stole back into her heart and fired hel
pale cheeks with bushes. Half incredu
lous, she listened, as she voice went on
passionately:
" love you. My darling, my rose Of
life, what will you say to me because
/ love your"
Reader, what do you think Amy Cuth
bert answered? On the one hand Law
the desert of life, unsunned and un.
varied; on the other waited love, Joy
light, and beauty. Could she turn away
when
! 'From lands of bliss enchanted, over wastes o
sunset. sea,
Snowy-sailed and crimson-tinted sped a wondrou.
argosy?'
In the waning moonlight, amid the
dying year, she read another page of he1
! idyl-an idyl destined to grow fairel
and deared through many a coming year
SO ended Miss Cuthbert's birthday.