Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-06-06

jOyment- When at last she ran away fo,
moment and returned with a bowl file,
with scarlet and white Roses which sh,
placed in the center of the table he CAV,
her a glance Of smiling commendation.
"You have artistic tastes. Miss Grant,
he said She laughed, perfectly unem
barrasSed.
~The result of recent association with al
artist" she said sauCily
The evening meal over. and both aunt
and uncle went OF, the one to oversee tn,
feeding and watering OF the stock, tn,
other to direct the servant with regard tC
the morrow, and, in the tender hush ui
summer cleaning, these two young peo
pie sat chatting III the orchard At length
far below, plaiutiye note went floating
out. reaching them family: the shadows
I grew dGnser. the calm Of a cool twilight
hour WAS about them, and Foster asked
Bella, quite suddenly, II she would sing
something for him. 1t was simply because
the old pain. the old bitter sense of loss,
the old hpartache were upon him. and he
did not want to talk
Yet, when the young voice stole softly
through the silrnce-Clrar, subdued. thrill
ing with power, full Of wurldless tender
neSs-he found every note 81 sweet that he
forgot ali haunting memories in listening
She sung first that gem from Moore,
dedicated Ia the surruwing love Of young
Emmet, whose young heart was slowly
breaking, while il turned from the homage
of her many lovers. Then she sung still
sweetly and more clearly, her voice ring
ing out in n musical command, My
Queen Escape from loChlevan Castle"
To arms! 10 arms, and man the bark!
Lest Sc"tland's Queens lie a wonder
mark
Was this the hoyden whom he had seen
riding home i'll the sunset from the hay
fields Why, even Miss Van Nleet had not
80 sweet voice, And he looked more
closely at her rs she sung in the deepening
twilight. How fair and womanly and calm
she looked sitting in the low rustic chair
her hands lying idly in her lap. Surely
she had less beauty than the woman he
loved. but would she, like that other
woman. sell her youth, her beauty all that
God had given her, even to her heart )
best love, for the gold of a withered
millionaire He told himself no: and he
tOld himself also that. as all women were
not So fair, So all women were not SO cold
and heartless as that one who had trilied
with his love.
That night he sat long at his window
watching the moon rise slowly from bed
Of clouds, and, mingling with the whip
poor will notes, seemed an echo Of girl
ish voice, sweet and clear, and soft ,ls a
mothers above her infant : cot
Il think III stay. as first intended" he
said slowly. A girl like that-well,
needn't mind her"
Iluf h. 4 h.,r 1
the days went 10y He found himself look
ing for her, thinking Of her, listening Ia
her with a new delight. and when nj last,
in the latter part of August, Telegram
summoned him back to town, he went to
her where she sat reading in her favurite
nook in the orchard. and before he had
left ii he had asked her that their lives
might he joined forever. There were
many things in the eyes she lifted to his,
love among them. and n touch of fear
You have loved before" she said to
him. You had come here To forget. Are
You sure-sure You have foTgotten;'
You have taught me that "A true heart
is worth more than bitter memory. my
love" he said 10 her: and, if the past WAS
still remembered with anything Of the old
sadness, do not think | could do as am
going to-fOr | am going to tell you all
about il, Bella"
And when she had heard. she laid her
head on his bosom with happy laugh.
You could not love such a woman" she
whispered. Il have no fear now Yes,
love you; | will be your wife"
In the autumn they were married, sim
ply and quietly, at the farm house. which
Bella had not left, and then Foster learned
first that he had now an heress and the
belle of B -
They spent the winter in Rome. and the
young artist proved himself possessed OF
talents Once, in the studio of one Of
Rome : great masters. "a beautiful LADY
passed them. on the arm of an old, un-
pleasant looking NAH; and the lady bent
her fair head Ia Foster, who simply bent
his in return.
She is lovely, Who is She" Bella asked;
and her husband smiled down at her with
clear, frank eyes as he answered:
"She is Mrs. l.aTisou now. She was a
Miss Van Nleet That is her husband
And the wife smiled back. without fear
Mary +. Preston, in Philadelphia Call.