Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-06-11

methods for most unworldly ends The
polish. the graces, the social attractions, the
accomplishments, literature and wit, which
saints either dcspse or at best only tolerate,
she used as the very material out of which
her noble purpose must be woven And so
she remained rather worldly than otherwise
on u o face of her life, and serious people
declared sha needed conversion. But in the
$, cret interior of her intentions she was truly
devoted, trying, by the spell of beautiful
womanhood to make those with whom she
lived better and happier Certain wise men
explain the miracle of Pentccost as having
lain in the ears that heard, not in the tongues
that $, oke, the listeners clothing the speech
with d sense of their own. SO worldly, good
humored MIR. Barbara Temple said her
shrewd say: but the words, as they battered
from her lips, caught from the daughters
finer ear u music and IA meaning which the
speaker never understood.
With slow delight, with many blush,
with stolen glances and few shy words, the
courtship of Percival and Sophia progressed,
and each had commended the other in their
inmost souls long before any love was ex-
pressed Brent senior had quite recovered
his spirits in the presence of Mrs. Barbara
Temple, and his easy-moved laughter was
heard in dining room and drawing room as
of old. Accordingly, to and fro, from house
to house the families WENT and the young
people had plenty of occasions of making
love though it was as yet love unspoken-
There are them two schools of lovers
those who plunge, and those who inch; and
those who plunge are wise, but those who
inch are wiser.
Percival, either by foresight or simply
through circumstance, was an "iucher."
Pleasant work he found it, But is grave
history like mine to detail every nod, glance,
bush, smile, sigh, and so oni or are grave
students like my readers to be SO trifed
with' lot me, with wise reserve, he con
tent, for this chapter at least, with one
closing scene
End Of January Weather, much rain and
windy; time, 3;15 p m. scene, dining room
at Mrs Barbara Temples; persons present,
Percival and Sophia. Mark, reader they
have been here since the rest rose from lunch,
talking about anything or nothing, but grow
ing warmer-at least Percival was growing
warmer-every moment. He believes tho
hour has come So stand the two at the win
dow, watching the drops that course down
the paneI. and idly racing drop against drop
Sophia wins three drops running.
"Ah," Porcval remarks with a sigh. at is
no use. | can never stand against YOU"
Sophia thinks she understands this, and
signs, too, family. bushes about tho thou
sandth part of tint droopS her head about
the millouth part Of an inch. /, secs all.
"What a stormy day" he says next
Every stormy
"And yet it does not seem dull. not in
here, does it, Artful ycm. mani he low
cred his voice toward the end Of the sentence,
as if the very walls must not hear, but she
only.
"Oh, no: it does not seem lit dull in
here She responds. There is a regular
lovers way of saying the same thing to
and fro: the simpletons mean to intimate
their entire oneness in all things, spoken or
thought.
Sophia looked very lovely just at that mo-
ment, with the fear that is joy lowering over
her, casting lights on her eyes, fIush"S ON her
cheek, and making her every slightest mo
ton tender and gentle. He feels that now
he is full in the sway of the whirlpool; on
and ON he viii he borne until he has told
her all.
Something very singular happened to me
in Australia" Percival says, bending nearer
to her; something | am half afraid to
speak off,
Here he stops.
"Tel me about it," she whispers, oh. 50 low,
so delicouSlv, She meant: ANYTHING Won
say will be sweet to hear-cspccially what
You are going 10 say .
at was something so strange, so unforeseen
One of those thinrS which happen we cannot
tell how leading to cannot tell what"
He stopped again. Again she murmured
one of those sentences which women never
speak but to one ear only. unbariny their
! hearts
Tell me about it,
"While | was in Australia I fell in love
with girl. who is the oueen of nv heart
and shall be till die"
Her nost,ro navor cb,nood no. nv the
movement of finger; and do not think the
sharpest watcher would have seen n culver
of her evelid or a tremor of her lin But the
life went from her face and ewes. and the
fear that is low vanished, leaving behind the
fear that is fear indeed
Are the christine pirlS-in Australia
very pretty," she injured in a death-like
voice.