Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-09-05

Here, rich, dark tints gave warm glow
&C the room. "And these were his books
WHEN a schoolboy," he continued, opening
the doors of bookcase.
Stella went to the open case and with a
tender sadness on her face took one book
after another from its old accustomed
place and read with an aching heart the
dear name now forgotten save by few.
Tears fell on the open page as she looked
upon the writing of the hand that had
been her guide from infancy. l longed to
comfort her, as she stood there with the
memory of fond fathers, kind, protect
ing love so fresh in her thoughts. Invent
TO her, and placing my arm about her
waist remained silent.
ITO think" she said, "that after all
these years they are here to give me q well
come home. 1t seems like almost seeing
my father to be among his books and see
his own writingp'
There is comfort in the silent MESA
ges,'' said, as she stood reading from the
margin of an old book. Then, as though
speaking to herself alone she said:
80. loving father. fond and true
Each silent book can speak for you.
And with an eloquence most rare.
Remind me OF your tender care"
Then, as though some unseen comforter
had been near, Stella closed the doors Of
the bookcase with gentle touch as though
she felt that it was conscious of her love.
Then we left the room and joined Lady
Irving and Melvorne in the school room
Broken toys and torn books still told of
chillren's hayward ways. But now, alas,
how changed, as Longfellow so beautifully
pictures life in the lines:
IAN things must change
To something new, to something strange:
Nothing that is can pause or stay,
Too soon to-day be yesterday,
Behind MS in our path we cast
The broken pot shreds of the past.
And all are ground TO dust at last,
And trodGen into cay.
twas day of mingled JOY and sadness
for Stella. To her, this new revelation of
her fathers early life was a source of inf
mite pleasure, but it was mingled with re-
greet because of her great loss in his death.
With Melvorne the past was full Of pre-
cious memories, and with thoughtful kind
ness he anticipated Stclla's slightest wish.
After lunch and ram5le over the vel
vety lawn and through the fragrant park,
we returned to the city. In the evening
papers we read the announcement of our
arrival and they also gave a lengthy de-
scription of q double wedding soon to take
place.
When we parted that evening babe
Stella goodnight, saying.
Goodbye, my darling, when we meet
ngain shall claim you as my own No
more separations then. 1t is only for a
short time, still it locks long and tedious.
You will write TO me often, Stella dear?"
/ asked, as i held her to my heart in a
close embrace.
ayes, Lloyd, will write often, for letters
help to make time pass more quickly. But
hate to let you go. she said clinging to
my arm.
"'You know / must 60 to make Waiver
land ready for its nlustrious little mis-
tressin
''Dear old Waverland, shall soon see it
once mo-el Kiss Myrtle for me- Bring
her with you when" then she paused
MS though afraid TO say more.
ayes, dearest, will bring her with me
when come to claim my bright, my bon
ny BRIDE" Isaid, giving her Il parting en-
brace.
1t was "a beautiful morning when ]
reached Waverland. ! Immediately set
men to work repairing the place. The
workmen to rebuilding it after the plan of
one had seen in Colorado. had the
lawn moved, the walks re-graveled, the
trees and shrubs trimmed and the old
fountain once more gurgled forth its glee
in silvery sprays. The sound of saw and
hammer made music to my heart from
every quarter for I was preparing to re-
ceive nay fairy star-my Stella!
fVha raax% Ha al INV 4 10
TO Sir Wren's TO get Myrtle When came
up the avenue / saw her in the poultry
yard feeding the chickens, ducks and pig
cons. The pigeons were flying about her,
some Of them even alighting on her head
and shoulders.
What picture of innocence and trust
the group formed. Myrtle, with her sun
ny curls floating about her neck and
shoulders, her rosy cheeks and laughing
eyes and surrounded by the contented
flock feeding from her gentle hands. But
when she heard the horses hoofs on the
hard walk she turned, and seeing me,
down went the little apron full of seeds
end she came running toward me. The
pigeons few away in alarm, the ducks
wa1dled Oft with quack, quack, and the
turkeys gohsl1G their disgust at being dis
turbed at meal time.
30 Loydr' cried Myrtle, putting her
arms about my neck rs soon as had dis
mounted. have you come for mei"
"You are very happy here see," I said,
taking her in my arms.
IL have had such a nice time But do
you want me to go homc:" she asked, Us
though afraid Of offending me.
"Ycs want you~home IL yoa are ready
20 go. Where Is Annicw
'She is in the house." said Myrtle, run
ming on to tell the news. AS she opened
the drawing room door she exclaimed, 30
Annie. Lloyd has csmei'
had followed her into the room where
Annie lay upon sofa She seemed but Q
shadow OF her own happy self.
"why, ANNIE" said, going TO her, fare
ypu Zip"