Connecticut western news., 1883-06-20
THE STORY OF MY FAITH.

We were standing on the piazza, Alice Grayle and I, on that summer morning when first saw the woman whose face fascinated me as flower does, and who has kept the warmest corner of my heart ever since, as her own.
 I was saying airy, graceful nothings to my companions. and she was smiling into my face with that expression in her eyes so few men had been able to resist. Alice Grayle had passion for playing with mems hearts, knew, and I flat tered myself she was willing to take me as the next victim of her charming wiles. As we stood there, I saw graceful figure going down the avenue of elms, and left ofmy pretty speeches watch it. "Who is it ?'' asked.
 "Faith Farley" Miss Grayle answered carelessly. ''She is the daughter of an old friend of my fathers. He died some years ago and left Faith alone and pen niless. Father brought her here, and she has lived with my sister ever since. A sort of charity child, you see."
 Just then, the girl under the elms turned and looked toward us. Her face was fresh as the roses, with soft, brown hair framing it in. Though she was too far away for me to see her eyes very plainly, felt the beauty of them. ''Do you think her pretty? asked Miss Grayle, with little ring of vexa- tion in her voice.
 She was not used to 8 division of honors. She must be sall in all, or not at all.''
 'Yes,' I answered, watching the girl down the avenue, 1T think her more than pretty. There is real beauty in her face !'
 "I never heard anyone else say that, ]" said Miss Grayle. ''It is trife strange that others have been so blind to the beauty you have just discovered"
 't Faith, come here p called Miss Grayle. "Mr. Ascott wants to look at your eyes P
 The girl stopped, as Miss Grayle called her name, and the sweet, wild d.rose face was turned toward us questioningly. She was so near, now, that I could see that her eyes Were brown, deep and shadowy, and as expressive of feeling as the little pool is of light and shade, as cloud or sunshine pass over 1t.
 A quick, scarlet flush stained her face as Miss Grayle explained why she had called to her. She turned away with a naughty lift of her head and flash of her b eautiful brown eyes.
 Later in the day met Faith Farley walking in the grounds back of the house. She flushed redly when she saw me, and would have avoided me. But prevented her from doing that.
 s.Miss Farley" I said, putting out my hand to stop her, ''I want to tell you that I am sorry for what Miss Grayle said this morning. assure you that I was not at all to blame for her rude speech. said liked your face, and would like to paint 1t if I were an artist, and ven- tured the assertion that your eyes must be brown to harmonize with your fea- lures. asked her if I was not right, and then she called to you. You are moi offended at that, hope ?''
 "No," she answered, frankly, with hel clear, sweet eyes on my face, to make sure of my sincerity-the sweetest eyes I thought then, that had ever seen-] think so still; ''no, am not offended a that, but was offended at Miss Grayle' words. However, that is nothing new I ought not to have minded them; but somehow, couldn't help it.''
 "And we will be friends, will we not !? asked, holding out my hand.
 'Yes, if you wish it" she said, an, took my hand.
 And so began friendship that vii !. end only with life.
 After that saw Faith Farley often learned something of the disagreeabl life she led from her own lips; but tha little I learned without her being awar of the fact. She evidently was not on who wore her heart upon her sleeve She would not tell the world the slight and insults she was obliged to endure but now and then stray word would b let fall that gave me glimpse of tn truth. It was plain to see that she wa far from being happy.
 I found out much about her from on of the servants. MT. Grayle had ez pressed the wish before she died Una Faith should have home there as lon as she needed one, and he had made he promise to remain until she was eigh cen. Then she was to teach. Blu though member of the household, sh had never been taken into the hom Neither of MT. Grayle's daughters Ina any specical friendship for her. It WI plain to be seen that they would Ina, been glad to have her go, but the could not very well disre gard their fatl CTS wishes.
 Miss Farley's plan was to become music teacher, and she spent the tin waiting for her eighteenth year come, bringing freedom-in perfectir herself in the art she was to teach.
 It was not long before I learned love Faith Farley. Indeed, I think loved her from the first. But it was n until later that understood the natu of m fealinra