The Irish standard., 1890-01-18

| OF WlaL ne l6lL HCIO you So W SouFAA q w
day?'' he said
| @What? Goupirs2'' said Rose. s'Oh, yes,
did; but that painting by Kratzer was
gone"
| Then with the fatal blindness OF we poor
! mortals when we should see, She saw MOTH
| ing, but relapsed into a vague and dreamy
| reverie of life and love. And life and love
! were right there within her grasp, and she
| knew it not. f
! Jacob sat, and looked and looked. Grow
| ing restless at last, he arose and walked up
and down. Rose was accustomed to this,
i and did not move Then Jacob stopped his
tramp. and resting his elbow On the mantel-
piece, stood-a man of whom any woman
might be proud.
| "Rose,' he said.
| eyes, jacob she answered, with the
wlstful look that was now her habitual ex-
! preston. eyes, what is it?"
| 81 have been thinking that it would be o.
good thing if you aud Alice went to Europe
! this spring, and spent year abroad. She
| has never been across the water, and 1t
would perfect her in her French and help
her in many ways"
! Roses heart sunk with heaviness. She
felt lonely sense Of desertion. that made
| h"r think DULY: s'I wonder II Jacob felt
! like this when I left him long ago9 1t so,
| do not wonder that he can't forgive me-"
| 1t was some seconds before she could re-
| ply, then she said, gently: "lf you wish Is.
! Jacob--f you think it best"
| eyes," answered Jacob, misled by her
! ouietness into thinking that she did not
! mind leaving him. 'Yes, think it would
be good thing for both Of you, 1t would
widen A]lce's horizon in many ways by let
ting her see more Of the world, and it would
be change and relief to you to get away
| from here and ali past associations"
"It might be CT good to Allce-yes," said
Rose, slowly.
| s'And not to you?"
t.My only good is to be near vou," an
swered Rose softly.
ssWhat is that answered Jacob, quick
ly. sDcn't make polite speeches to me
just to please me, Rose"
81 am only speaking the truth, Jacob
you know that"--gently still.
''RoseI Do you mean to say that you
don't want to leave me? That you prefer to
remain here where aul?"
eyes, Jacob.''
II he had not looked at her just then and
seen the hopeless droop of her head, per-
haps what happened would have never como
to pass But he did see it, and, knse!ing
down in front Of her chair, he put hls two
hands on hers, and said, passionately:
ssRose, look at met Here am at your feet
again, asking you il you
ooh, my husband ~ cred Rose, while
sweeping wave Of color made her face
aglow with light; ssyou could never love mo
again."
81 have never stopped loving you, my
darling,'' rising to his feet and clasping her
close to his heart ssWhy, Rose; why, my
| wife, did you think so?'' kissing hair and
/ = 4
''Of course, Jacob, and I could not blanc
you! Only have been so hungry for your
love, dear, and longed so to be in your arms
like this,' smiling up at him through happy
j tears. sand now
ssAnd now,' laughed Jacob s'you will be
here forever, won't you, my dear2"
| 'sI'd like to be, but when you send mo
| away to Europe" said Rose, mischievously,
| 'l'll have to come out OF them, suppose"
ssYou humbug You know better; as IL
I'll let you go out Of my sight now ~ put
ting her away an instant and looking at her
fondly. "Ahl my wife! You are little
older! "A little silver mixed in among the
gold--but you are more beautiful than you
ev were.' s#
'sMay your eyesight be always as bad 40
| it is now!" laughed Rose. Then suddenly
| raising his hand to her lips, she said, hum
|
dear?" =ss
"No; love never forgives,' . putting her
arms about his neck with q smile; sit only
i loves. Will that answera'' =f2 't$1s 4
i "Oll, my husband! am not worthy Of
. you-I am noteworthy oiyou!" .ss
= "Hush, dearest; do not say that. If father
could only see as now how happy he would
be-" IA 81
81 hope, my husband that he can, = whis-
pered Rose, softly. s3,. as
There lives now at No. - Fifth avenue Q
rather elderly couple, whose daily loving
happiness Is revelation to all who meet
them. Their contentment and joy is in feo.
tious, and no one goes to Mr.. and Mrs.
Jacob Lanes without feeling the better
forit. '.. &. Il, s#..
It is what we are that affects those about
1 Us, and there is no better sermon ever
preached than that Of happiness.
sdSs3 TIE END.
WILL you trust me, Fanny a', he cried
ith all my heart, with all my sonl. with
u alltmys elf, Aug tus, sheNh hispered nest.
II ling on his manly bosom o,lId to
Y heayen ttat were III