Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1886-05-13
Harry SIsson.

II don't rightly know, Mr., Guy" she said
/ doubtfully There be such a rare lot now
| up there at the Hall that can't fairly tell
| zee who Is and who isn't There be a Brown,
| know; but that can't be him, for he be the
| butler and fifty, IL he be a day; and there be-
| Stay-yes, there do be Ssson! For do
remember now that tother day Miss Fides-
| whose only fault, bless her, be that she have
taken your place, Master Guy-Miss Fides
| she coined home the other day with little
lad all in rags, with great blue eyes. And j
heard them tell at the lodge that she had
| found him starvin' like, and had stripped
him of his rags and put him into page-boys
suit, and keeps him now 10 run errandses for
her, and wash her pug-dogs, and feed her
| poll-parrots and such like. And they do tell
me she be much set on him, and have called
him Granny Mead, though why l don't
know, when his name be Sisson."
THAT must be the boy" Guy Hallam said.
"How glad l shall be to find him! Can you
send to fetch him for me, Mrs. Savage?
She shook her head.
"Why, bless you, sir amt got no one to
send now! All the little 'uns-leastwise
what you remember little 'uns--are growed
up and married or out at service now And
suppose shall stay here and open the gates
myself till grow too stiff to do it, and they
come and put me under the daisies alongside
O. my old man. But why don't you go up to
the Hall yourself, Master Guy? Pm sure, if
anybody has right, it's youp'
81 don't wish to meet the ladies'" he an
swered. yet"
IF that's all, you needn't be afraid, for
they've both gone ont for the day. Miss
Fides told me they wouldn't be back till late,
and said was to go TO bed when was tired
for suffer sorely with the roomatics-as
they would come in by the other lodge"
''Then l will go and make inquiries" he
decided. "Good-byep
He strobe little way up the long drive,
and then turned on the wcll-remcmbered
lawn. The way led past little plantation
10 the terraces of Deepdene, which were ali
ablaze with color. He stopped and looked
at the dear old walls he loved so WELL the
walls that were his birthright.
He stood just beside the window OF the
MUSHROOM. 1t was open, and, with the
memory of his mother strong upon him, he
entered it. The room was empty; but the
organ stood open, and on it lay some music
which in moment he recognized as his.
Involuntarily he laid his fingers on the keys
-involuntarily began to play. The twilight
was deepening fast into dusk, and an eerie
feeling crept over him as the great room re-
echoed with the organs tones.
Again he struck the prelude of the marvel
lous song, and again, with sense Of bewil-
derment and almost awe, he heard the glori-
GUS voice take up the words, "Intreat me not
to leave thee"
Almost mechanically he played through
the song to the end, then he turned round
slowly and faced the singer.
Ii was Fides Grmswold.
Into his eyes there came look of bewil-
derment since his choristers voice, unmis-
taxable and unique, had echoed through the
room; now there was no one there but his
cousin, the original of his priced portrait.
Sweeter than ever he had pictured her, she
stood with soft lace wrapped mantilla-fash-
ion round her small head.
'1-I-beg your pardon for being here" he
stammered. They told me there was no
chance of my seeing you, or l should not
have trespassed. You must forgive"
Her eyes lit up with CLEAN of supreme
triumph.
only OH condition that you play me the
next page" she said constrainedly.
He turned and obeyed her bidding Won
deringly.
Look round now, sir" she said; and, as
he heard the natural tones of her voice, his
heart gave wild throb.
He faced her slowly. Had he lost his
senses? The mantilla had dropped from her
head, and showed short-cropped silky curls
beneath, and she had thrown over her Shout
ders white garment that had lain beside
her. There in the shadows of Deepdene, as
in the sunlight of Downbury, stood Guy Hal
lams choriSter.
She held out both her hands with charm
ing gesture.
Don't you know me now, Guy? Can't
you recognize me, though my face and
hair are not darkened? How much more
shall have to tell you?' she added almost
in a whisper.
He clasped the slender fingers.
"Fides! Was it you? Could you really do
that for me?'
II would do anything in the world for you,
Guy" she replied softly, bending her face to
his; and, as the shadows deepened, further
words were silenced.
CHARLOTTE RADwELL.