The Forrest City times., 1891-01-23

 comfort her, as she stood there with the memory of a fond fathers. kind, protect ing love so fresh in her thoughts. went to her, and placing my arm about her waist remained silent.
 "To think" she said. "that after all these years they are here to give me wei como home. It seems like almost seeing my father to be among his books and see his own writing'
 There Is comfort in the silent messa- gcs." said, ss she stood reading from the margin of an old book. Then, as though speaking to herself alone she said:
 70. loving father. fond and truo
 Each silent book can speak fec you.
 And with an eloaucuce 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 q gentle touch as though she felt that 1t was conscious of her love- Then we left the room and joined Lady Irving and Melyorne in the school room Broken toys and torn books still told of children's wayward ways But now, alas, how changed, as Iongfellow so beautifully pictures life in the lines:
 "Al things must change
 To something new. to something strange,
 Nothing that is can pause or stay,
 Too soon to-day be yesterday.
 Behind us in our path we cast
 The broken pot shreds or tho past.
 And all Rre ground to dust at iasL
 And troddcn into clay.
 It was day of mingled joy and sadness for Stella To her, this new revelation of her fathers early life was source Of inf mite pleasure, but it was mingled with re- Gret because or her great loss in his death. With Melvorne the past was full of pre- cious memories, and with thoughtful kind ness he anticipated Stella's slightest wish. After lunch and ramble over the vel vety lawn and through the fragrant park, we returned to the city. In the evening papers WIG read the announcement of our arrival and they also gave lengthy de ecription of double wedding soon to take place.
 When we parted that evening I bade Stella goodnight, saying.
 Goodbye. my darling. when we meet again shall claim yon as my own. No more separations then. It is only for a short time, still 1t looks long and tedious You will write to me often, Stella dearf" l asked, as 1 held her to my heart in Q close embrace
 ''Yes. Loyd. will write often. for letters help to make time pass more quickly. But | hate to let yoa go. " she said clinging to my arm.
 'You know 1 must go to make waver. land ready for its illustrious little mis- tressf'
 Dear old Waverland shall soon see it onee morel Kiss Myrtle for me. Bring her with you when" then she paused as though afraid to say more
 ''Yes, dearest, 1 will bring her with me when come to claim my bright, my bon ny bride," l said. giving her parting em- brace.
 It was beautiful morning when l reached Waverlsnd. ] immediately set men to work repairing the place. Tho lodge at the gate had taken down and set workmen to rebuilding 1t after the plan of ono l had seen in Colorado had the lawn moved. the walks re-gravclcd, tho trees and ahrubs trimmed and the old fountain oncc moro gurgled forth its glee in silvery sprays. The sound of saw and hammer made music to my heart from every quarter. for was preparing ts rs eeivs my fairy stAr-my Stella!
 The next day after my return rode over to Sir Wrsn's to got Myrtle. When came up the avenue saw her in tho poultry yard feeding the chickens, ducks and pig sona. The pigeons were flying about her, soma of them even Alighting on her head and sAoulderx.
 What . picture of innocence and trust the group formed Myrtle, with her sun ny curls floating about her neck and shoulders, her r0sy checks and laughing eyes and surrounded by the contented flock feeding from her gentle hands But whom shc heard tho horse's hoofs on the hard walk she turned, and seeing me, down went the little apron full of seeds and che came running toward me. The pigeons flew away in alarm. tho ducks waddled on with a quack, qusck. and tho turkeys gobblcd their disgust Ut being dis turbed at meal time.
 70 Loydr' cried Myrtle, putting her arms about my neck as soon as had dis mounted, "have you come for me,'
 "You arc very happy here see." said, taking her in my arms.
 'I have had such . nice time. Hut do you want me to 60 home" she asked. e though afraid of offending ma.
 "Yes want you'home if yon arc ready Co go Where is Annie'"
 ''She is n the house." said Myrtle. run ming on to tell the news. AS she opened the drawing room door she exclaimed. 70 Annie. Loyd has come."
 had followed her into the room where Annie lay upon sofa, She seemed but shadow of her own happy self.
 Why, Annie," said. going to her, "are you ills''
 s,u, sne saia with . languid sigh ~But am not very strong this summer. Papa says he is going to take me to Italy So bring back my roses"
 Why. why Loyd. old boy. are you homet" said Sir Wren. coming into tho room. ''I had just heard that you were in London; and that waverland is to have new mistress."
 'Yes, found my lost friend in the new world among the mountains of Colorado with Lady Irving. They had been travel tng together for some months."
 What Is it. papas" asked Annie, look. ing frat at her father and then at me
 70. remember now. my pet" sAid Sir Wren tsnderiy. "You have not heard tho 1sws yet"
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