The Delta independent., 1890-07-15

was delicate blond; with slender,
fragile figure, blue eyes, and fair curls:
while her daughter was tall, with full.
developed figure, large hazel eyes, and
dark chestnut hair. She had inherited
from her father well-cut features, and
u firm, though beautiful mouth, and
with her fair, noble brow, stately man.
mars, and digniiied carriage, she was
very unlike her gentle, timid mother.
Yet her respect and love for the pale
invalid was TRUE and earnest, their two
lives bound up together by lasting
tender ties.
Six months later look again at Kate
Everett's life. She is seated in q luxu-
riously furnished parlor, and in her
arms rests pale. golden-haired child.
whose stunted figure, crooked by dis.
ease, is crowned by an angels face.
THAT is the last lesson for to-day,
said the child, as, leaving the piano.
stpul, she climbed into Kate's lap.
''Now tell me story"
.NCt now. Go to Mary and be
dresseSl for ride. l want word with
Miss Everett"
1t. WAS the voice Oracle loved TO cbev,
her fathers, so she went quietly. 1eav-
ing Kate alone with her employer.
Supposing he wished some alteration
made in the course of study. or some
change of exercise for Grace, she waited
for him to cross the room; take chair
beside her. and speak. But after seat,
ing himself the silence was so long that
she looked up inquiringly to meet q
pair of soft. dark eyes resting on her
face with loving interest.
Kate Everett, will you be my wifeP"
If he had drawn pistol and fired it
in her face she could scarcely have been
more astonished. His wife! This cold,
grave man, who had remained the
Silent spectator of Grace's every day
studies, rarely speaking or smiling.
His wifel
You are surprised" he said gently,
''and l will WOO you not for myself, but
Oracle. have lost four children, Miss
Everett, and this is the only treasure
l have left. She is SO lonely when you
are gone, she loves you so tenderly. and
IL will be the kindest, truest husband
if you will come to me for my little
girls sake. You have mother. too.
who is i'll, and. hear, poor. I will be
true son to her, trust me. wait
your answer, Kate"
'.Mr. Myers. am so surprised. con-
fused-I-let me think moment. You
have been very kind-but-"
"But am an old man for such q
fresh, young heart as yours to love.
Yet will try to make you happy. You
love no one else, katiep"
'No. 1 respect and esteem you, Mr..
Myers, perhaps 1 may learn to love
you. Give me time"
May I come tonight to see your
motherp"
Suddenly, like flash, Kate's face
lighted. He had been opening and
shutting book that lay on the table
beside him, and she had looked for the
first time at the name inside of it. He
had been to her before the grave Mr..
Myers, in the care of whose child her
whole attention had been absorbed ;now
he stood before her in new light.
ayes, come; come tonight" she said,
rising.
II will not fail. In tho meantime
speak to your mother.n
Speak to her mother! Kate flew
over her well-known road with quick,
light steps, and her face full of bright
light. Some happiness too great for
speech filled her mind, for her greeting
to her mother was only a fervent, warm
kiss.
You must be dressed for company
tonight, mother" she said. as late in
the afternoon she laid aside her sewing.
"Mr. Myers is coming to call upon you.
/ shall fish up the blue silk / used to
like SO much from its cozy bed in your
trunk, and curl your hair as used to
do when we went out together"
"And youP What will you wear?"
"Oh, he won't look ut me when you
are by. He sees me every day, and he
is used to this merino."
Even in her youth Kate Everett.
senior. had never looked lovelier than
she did when her daughters skillful
fingers had arranged her dress. The
long curls were looped in front to fall
over her comb, in golden mass down
on her neck. The dark blue silk made
her fair complexion radiant, and the
color given by this little excitement in
her quiet life was rich and becoming.
No wonder Horace Myers stood be-
wildered. One long, earnest look, and
he was beside her.
kate Seymour! My Kate! My wee
bonnie Kater'
All the gravity of his face broken up
as ice before the sun, and radiant hap
piness making it beautiful.
The long, long years of separation
and sorrow We're gone like a dream,
and he took low seat beside her 70
feel her fingers caressing his face ind
hair, to hear her sweet. low voice making
music of his name. And our Kate glid-
ed away to sob out her content in tears
such as only happiness makes flow.
Two long hours to her passed like
minutes in the parlor. and she went
down to find them where she had left
them.
'My daughterr' was the greeting he
gave her, as he kissed her blushing
cheek.-Nationdl Magazine.
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