The morning call., 1890-11-25
WARD AND WIFE.

| Fat was no USE Chester Grant could moi
| { tame this wild little girl, who climbed
| 70 trees and robbed orchards, and played
| with the boys Of the village. Sarah Langley
| was his ward. and his mother hoped he
would marry her, but he found all his rules
| set at nanght by this little romp, who made
| fun of him and was always in mischief
| True, she had 4 genuine affection for him,
! but he saw that he could never train such a
wild vine TO be regal rose. So he packed
| her off to his aunt, Mrs lie Roy, much to the
| young lady's discontinue.
1t was a year before Chester Grant saw her
| again, in the crush of a Washington ball
| loom.
Miss Lang ley-Sarah!'
Not a bit OF color suffused and made warm
! her marble face; chill and white as Green
| land SHOWS it looked as she extended her
| hand, and said indifferently:
81 am happy TO see you, Mr.. Grant.
| When did you arrlyeP
| 4 few courtt Gus words, a swing or two OF
| the ieathery, spicc-Scented fan in her hand,
| and then she tuok the arm of a distinguished
| looking man. who led her to the head Of
set that was being formed on the floor,
ard the music of Stubs Band crashed out
| slow and clear, and marvelously sweet.
| He turned iierceiy 10 the lady at his side,
saying:
What have you done to her. aunt?"
Your bidding, Chester Haven't l sue
| ceeded admirably? Notice how elegantly
| she moves through the dance. She is
| the envy of the women, the admiration OF
| the meni How attentive young Stewart
| is 10 herl She refused him last week, but
| his arCOr to win her is III no wise abated."
Chester grUwled out an angry eXpletlve.
| 1t savored OF an oath to the lady at his side.
He is jealous" she whispered to herself /;
| i D. fr1rl
| him."
The music rose and fell in waves of sweet
est melody; the rich costumes of the dancers
| blended together as tremendously as the
| gayly-colored leaves of autumn. Chester
| Grant thought the cotillon would never
| come TO an end.
When it did Sarah was so besieged by ad-
| mirers that he had no opportunity Of speak
ing TO her alone. She Was walled in by a
| crescent of the most eminent men in the
room; wit ard persiflaSe circled about her,
and, full of bitterness, Chester sought his
apartment, realizing his mistake at last in
reference to his ward.
Her love for me ia dead" lie sighed; ut
can never be resuscitated"
And he repeated the words again the next
morning as he took her for long drive in
the country. 4 beautiful day, but Chester
did not enjoy ii. The statuesque girl at his
side, though a brilliant conversatonalist,
wayed never bit enthusiastic; she was no
more like the impulsiye child of aud land
syne than day Is like night. He could not
bear it.
Sadie" he cried, "if 1 could undo my
own and Mrs. lie Roy's work, make you
once more the joyous child who pelted me
with cherries year ago, | would willingly
relinquish fame and fortune"
Then you do not fancy me as am?
have been toned down not little. Per-
haps l am shade too impeiuous still?"
do not mock me, girl! Too late nave /
discovered my mistake. You do not love
me. You are a true disciple 9f Aunt Mabel
so cold. SO cold
He reiapsed into silence. The girl re-
earded him earnestly. The face she loved
was sad and full of pain.
My guardian."
The voice vas replete with warmth and a
little hand was laid confdingly on his.
''What is it, Sadie?"
Are you in earnest? Do you want me to
doff my chill, conventional manners and
become ouce more the wild elf of wear
ago?"
'sYesl oh, yes That would suit me pre-
cisely. ! am tired TO death OF conventional
women. Shall it be thus, Sadie? Do you
love me?"
more than words can tell. Oh. my guar
dian, | have been so miserable. playing a
part which detested. ! do not care to be a
statue; | would rather be living woman"
And so you shall, darling" pressing his
lips to hers again and again. You shall
romp rs much as you please. l Will not
even forbid you to climb cherry trees. My
darling, | thought l had lost you. Hence
forth it shall be the chief aim of my life to
make you happy"
AS they returned from their drive the two
men who had discussed Sarah SO freely the
evening before stood on the piazza. AS
Chester tenderly assisted the girl to alight,
her faced flushed with excitement, the light
of love in her beautiful eyes, one muttered,
soto vOce:
.'Galatea has come to life. Pygmalion is
| happy man. boston Globe.