Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1889-09-21

: heaped the sugar bowl, filled tb,
: cream pitcher, repleuished The
butter dish? Who was coming with
firm step from the kitchen, botr-
+ ing triumphantly II coffee pot
, whose fragrance was waited upor
the summer breezes to greet aston
: ished noses?
! A tall man, a brown-bearded man
/ a broad-shoulderel man, with greai
, blue eyes full of mischief, and ye,
, softening oddly at the sight of his
host and hostess, as if tears were
J far away.
MAY gave one ecStatlc cry:
, "Paul," and would have rushed
, forward, but he waved her back, de-
posted the cofiec-pot with n Or ,matiC
flourish, and then opened his arms
, She nestled there like a bird who
has found her nest after storm,
and looking over her head Paul
held out one hand to his god father.
"My little wife?" he asked, and
knew by Paul Grierson's eyes and
Mays quick sob that the hope he
cherished in his long exile would
soon be a reality.
"Come," he said, presently, "eat
Of my supper. I knew you would
come home half-starved, 50 foraged
with a pocketful of silver. You
know / have a natural genius for
cooking, and it has been cultivated
to full perfection in ourexplorations." +"
"But how did you find us?n asked
Mr.. Grierson, when the two were
seated.
"Came direct from Paris. May
wrote you were coming to Hamil-
ton, so to Hamilton / came. The
natives told me where Mr.. Grierson
live1.
But Paul did not mention how
the one native he had interviewed
had described to him the dreadful
poverty in the lttA cottnge.
"Mayv he commanded, "eat
more, ami stop drinking coffee.
You are the same old coffee lover as
ever, see."
"This is simply delicious" she re-
piled. Nobody could make coffee
like yours"
"But we will train our slaves" he
answered majestically; "for, May,,'
and he laughed likcSa boy, "what
news do you think | found in New
York?n
"I cannot guess"
"My grandfather is dead"
''Well, i thought you quarreled
with him because you would be an
artist"
"Too true, yet he relented and left
me all his money. We are rich,
my dear"
"Wev she echoed. "You are rich !"
"It's all in the family, my love,
for am going to have wedding in
Hamilton tomorrow"
"Oh, Paul!' she gasped. at is
too SOON"
"Then I'll be of to Central Amer
ioa again, and give you two or three
years more to think about it,"
''Dare to go!' she cried, wonder
ing II her singing heart was the one
30 full of misery only few short
hours before.
But before she slept she made her
confession, and was forgiven, and
Paul had his way about the we'd
ding.
He had been urged to haste by
Mr.. Grierson's gastly face and rack
ing cough, but the Angel of Death
passed them by. With money used
lavlshly IN physicians and remedies,
and with the most loving of care,
his children nursed Paul Grierson
back to lite and health, and the stu
dio in the great house, where there
are baby voices now to greet Paul
and May, Is as much for the use of
the elder artist rs for his son and
pupil.
Sometimes they make summer
visits to the tiny cottage and live in
Arcadian simplicity for n few weeks,
but Mays dreams under the apple
tree are no longer of despair and
suicide, but full of roseate visions of
II fair happy fu,ure-happy in her
father, husband, and children, and
the home-loye encircling them ALL
New York Ledger.
SCRAP Of PAPER SAVES HER LIFE.
IL was just an ordinary scrap of
writing paper, but IL saved her life.
She was in the last stages of con-
sumption, told by physicians that
she was iucurablc and could live on
~ short time; she weighed less
than seventy pounds. On n piece
of wrapping paper she read of DIR.
Kings New Discovery, aud got u
sample bottle; il helped her, she
bought large bottle, IL helped her |