The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-01-08

OF q love or galety that found pleasure
in excitement, late hours, and COM
panions OF weaker Compartments than
himself; and even, it was limited, in
playing for higher stakes at cards than
was ~prudent-in short that, unless
Albert Stone pulled up" he might be-
come O. reckless man of the world, a
gambler, adrunkard; not a fit husband
for the pale, quiet Elizabeth Howard,
with her beseeching eyes, her gentle
manners that seemed to appeal toyou
for kindness,
Elizabeth was small, delicate-looking,
with soft brown eyes and hair; very
undemonstrative, rather silent; yet If
an observer gave closer notice, he
would have seen thatthere was an un-
dercurrent of strength, Of silent en-
duranca In her character that was I'M
suspected even by her relations. These
two young people had met at various
parties that were given in the summer
at Burleigh; their parents weremutu-
ally acquainted, consequently they
met often, and the attachment, if it
were one, that Mrs Howard had noted,
had grown up without any obstacleso
far.
They were so great a contrast-ha
so full of life and spirits, so CHEEKY, so
amusing: she so quiet, so restful and
SO sympathetic-that perhapsit could
not be wondered at that it was O Ease
of Glove at first sight"
So far nothing had been said by the
young man except what eyes can say,
but they had said great deal, and in
their own languagehad been answered.
The very afternoon on which Mrs.
Howard had invaded her husbands
sanctum to give utterance to her opin-
ions on her daughters future, the
young people in question were resting
after the tolls of a game of croquet,
for croquet was played in those days
calm, languid croquet, withnone of
the fierce excitement, the frantic
movements and contortions of It's
successor, lawn tennis.
: They protested to be watching with
great interest another game played on
the lawn beneath the raised path on
which their seat vas placed, but they
were really interested only in each
other; they were far enough away to
talk gently without being heard, and
no unkind intruder had made himself,
or more often herself, an unwelcome
third.
After a few pointless remarks on the
game, silence bad fallen between them.
Elizabeth sat looking on the ground,
feeling that a great crisis in her life
had come. The weight of silence
seemed almost unbearable, and, with
an effort, she turned to her compan-
ion and began some trifiing remark,
which died away unfinished on meet
ing his eyes full of a look that pierced
to her heart and filled her with an I'M
known rapture. He spoke in a tone
OF repressed passion; she listened.
Let those who will recall what words
she heard. Love has always the same
language, varied only by the charac-
teristics Of the speaker, uttered only
with slight difference OF speech-some-
times hesitatingly, sometimes eagerly,
sometimes brokenly, sometimes as
suredly, but always with the same
meaning, Glove! And your"
"Your eyes always told me they
loved mel Did they not speak the
TRUTH"
A look answered. What need to re-
ply when they shone brightly and
thruthfully-bright with a happiness
unfelt beforebyh her, and thruthful with
the love of a pure soul?
How long they sat in perfect con
tentment neither could say, but it
seemed almost like a thunderbolt fall
ing when Emma's voice was heard:
"Lizzie, are you ready to 60 homer"
The merry farewells, the laughing
appointments for the next meeting,
the walk back-all we're to Lizzie as a
dreesm, except the long-lihgering pres
sufs of his hand as he whispered,
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS" What
possibilities of untold JOY lay hidden
behind that world Tomorrow, to
hear his voice, to feel his hand, to
watch his smile and glance oflovethat
came into his eyes when resting on her,
and, greatest happiness o fall, to know
that tomorrow would only be the
%forerunncr of many more bright days
all equally unclouded-so many that
she grew bewildered at the thought,
and gave herself up to the one dream
that youth values above all else, HE
loves mel Hove him."
Alasl poor Mrs. Howard, your
warning words had the common fate
they came too late!
III.
Lizzie, my dear, come up to my
room; l want to talk to you," she
said, with more g%entleness than was
her wont. "My child" shutting the
door and drawing the girl down to O
chair at her side, "why did you not
tell me this before?"
On Elizabeth's face came a look Of
sad sele reproach.
ooh, mother" she said, her bright
ness dimmed, and her eyes filling, Il