, 1889-08-08

She stopped. Her face was colorless,
and as no took one of the little trem-
bling hands IN his, she raised her eyes,
the distended, pupils of which seemed
quivering with horror. He held her
hand firmly as he said, "You should
not think Of such things If they affect
you So. do not wonder that death
seems dreadful to one so young and
"Oh, it is not DEATH" she interrupted;
''it is that there should be such sorrow
in the world. l can see how she would
not care to live after he was gone"
you tell me the story. Do you know,
though, you will wear yourself out If
You enter into such things with your
whole soul SO? There is much of sor-
row in the world and the best way you
can lessen II is to give happiness to those
Just then there Was tkss sharp report
of gun, and Hettie's clear voice rang
out, rive in two shots, splendidW
Essie started. "Why they are there
already and you have lost your shot"
"Oh, ii makes, no difference. ! do not
care" he replied, as they appeared in
sight of Hoyt and Hettie; over whom
"You are too late" called Hettie, and
see what Mr.. Hoyt has done; five in two
shots. We waited and you did not come,
SO we thought perhaps you had gone to
the other side of the epoint. However, you
may have the first shot there, she added
magnanlrously, as she led the way on.
But in moment Essie stopped them,
holding up her hand, saying "Hushl"
They all listened. A few bird notes
struck their ears, so clear, so liquid,
they waited breathlessly for more, but
in vain.
at was wood thrush" said Essie
I've always thought they must be here,
but never heard one before. Wasn't 1t
beautiful?"
Thornton looked at her in astonish.
ment. She was all excitement, with
Her face seemed fairly luminous with
delight She looked another person
from the pale, horror.moved girl of a
moment before. 1t seemed as though
she had two natures, and changed from
one to the other with the rapidity of a
sunfash. Now she began singing in a
low, sweet voice, .'Harbinger of Joy is
66G 6rdEe EsarOinsefn ns if OF oresaTS t2TS of 'F"g hd
presence until Hettle said, "Eiark
Essie; you'll scare the ducks and
Mr.. Thornton won't get good shot"
But little did Dwight Thornton care
for hunting at that moment. His heart
was stirred as 1t had never been before,
though lie had thought he knew what
love was.
August had merged into September
since that first morning they had hunted
together, and they were still there.
Hunt had followed hunt, and picnic pic
mic, sometimes Mrs. Thwait taking part,
always armed with her paper and PEN
Gil, and cblivious to her surroundings.
Sometimes they four alone. Again, just
Mac and Hettie, for Thornton had been
painting Esses picture. Soon getting
her mot hers permission, he had sketched
her again and again, but had never been
quite suited, until one night they were
spending the evening on the water.
The night was dark and warm, with
not a ripple on the lake, where
every star shone, reflected as in
a mirror, The shore could only be seen
by the denser darkness, when suddenly
the moon rose in unclouded splendor,
throwing a pathway of silver across the
forms of the two girls. Just then Thorn
ton cried:
Don't move. Essie."
The warm blood tinted her face at
hearing him call her by that name, but
he already had his sketchbook in hand
and did not notice She was dressed in
some soft, transparent white, from which
her luminous face shone in the NOON
light like star from II drifting cloud.
y waterlily lay nestled ON her breast,
and great bunch of them was clasped
carelessly in one hand, the long stems
trailing over the whiteness of her dress.
"There, have you now" he cried ex-
ultantly." "but when l paint it you
must take down your hair.h
As they all leaned over to look at the
sketch and pronounced 1t the best yet.
Ia la1 lsfal l,t .,t
before, and even he himself confes sed II
was success-but still-paints could not
show those colors and tints, though he
had caught the expression. 1t was as
she looked in the boat that night, veiled
in the misty white, the water lily on heI
breast, but with her hair flowing in rip.
pling masses about her. II was the last
of September, The hunting was over
The picture was finished. There was
to Pelican lake and all the surrounding
places until picnics were no longer 3
novelty and even rides this day seemed
to pail. No one had the spirit to propose
anything for the day following had beer
set for their departure, IL had been warn
summer-like day, thethough hazt
was beginning to hang in tho air, anC
the oaks TO take on their crimson hue fol
fall comes early here. The last touches
We're put upon the picture, and it hat
been placed In the parlor where all haC
examined and admired it, Mrs. Thwai
had said "lndeed il does look like the
dear child. You say you want TO tax,
1t to New York? but you will make mt
a copy, for would like TO remember my
Essie just as she looks now" and Essit
looked up with blush and said "NYhy
mamma, shall not change for many
years yet, nor love you less"
Hettic had gone into ecstacies, but il
did not last long, for the girl had seemed
in low spirits the last few days, and al
unwonted somberness veilod her eye!
| The afternoon was drawing to q clos
when Mac started up, saying
"Wcll, this is a poor way L
spend our last day. Come, Miss Hettie
| let us have one more ramble, that
may carry the remembrance of it will
me-
Hettie with a rather brighter face
agreed, saying, "Where shall we go2"
well. leave it to chance" said Hoyt
''and take every path TO the right anC
then we can go wrong"
| "What horrible pun" laughed Het
/ tie. 81 really think our solemnity of to
day has gone to your head, 1t is wei
you are leaving Tomorrow, and her fac,
clouded again.
Hoyt, who carried light stick in hi
hand, began to thrash nervously at tn,
bushes beside the path as he said, "Well
| dom 'tithink it's we'll. In fact, / feel
well, jolly bad about it, don't sup
pose you'll care much. You are st
happy in having your mother and sis
ter to care for you and this seems such
homelike place that fellow hates 10 leav,
1t TO 60 back to the rush and hustle {
the city, with bachelor quarters for
home. In fact, Miss Hettie, it has beer
the most perfectly happy summer o
| nv whole life anCl--u