Telegram-herald., 1891-03-28

against the March sky Miss Gray grew
s,range'y quiet
And. also. that a. these times she In
variably shut herself up in her studio
with itS crimson curtains and fell TO
painting lilies-lovely. satiny Easter
Lilies.
What was 10 that you said?" she
asked. finally. coming back from the
far-off, indefinite somewhere.
THE Easter Sc rvice OF the russians"
resumed Olive, glad of n hearing at
last. when all tis people rise in the
beautifully-iecornt.cd churches and say
what is il that tn y say. Eunice?"
.'or' and Miss Gray begins softly,
rcverently. leach one clasps the hand
of his neighbor al the left, and. greet
ing him with kiSs, exclaims: Christ is
risenr Then. while the anthem rolls
and the lilies trsnnble on the altar. they
rejoice together"
But" queried Olive. suppose your
'ncighbor' happ,ned To be your enemy
and wouldn't re oice with you?"
I'm that case I should think IL would
be sad, indeed! Enemies at Easter
ttlde-"
Miss Gray's dreamy. brown eyes filed
with tears and her face grew very
white. Then she pushfsi back the GRIM
son curtain. sliut her lips tightly and
picked up the brush tipped with ''silver
lake" once more.
Wouldn't retoice with you" Eunice
bent over the clustering lilies and the
great tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
Olive West looked startled and panied.
Ia moment after she stole quietly out Of
the room, feeling in n vague, uncertain
way that she had touched tho chord OF
sorrow, somehow, unwittingly.
30, 10 was who was the enemy and
would not rejoice" moaned Eunice, in
agony Of soul. when alone with her
burdencd heart
The lilies on the easel Tom loved
lliies sol seemed To nod in painful affirm
alton, as she repeated: II was tho
enemyI"
Yes. once Tom Ashley loved the
waxen blossoms passiouately, but he
loved Eunice Gray far better than oil
things else.
Now7 Well, Among those that went
down Tn the sea In ships and had gone,
none knew whittier. was handsome Tom
Ashley.
And in the days agone. before the es-
arrangements. he was oil the world to
her. but she knew II not.
How many times they had cnrried
lovely lilies 10 the little chapel OF the
sailors On the shore ut Eastertidc and
wrcathcd the plain railing with their
fragrant beauty; in those days his face
was Joyful aud bright and hers was
faircr and swccter than the blossoms.
E,,t il would happen ~ more; no. life
was bligntcA TIC Thomas doubt Ind
crcpt acros, their dream and blurred
Tie golden chapter. and the lilies bud
dcd In strange nnfriendly airs. Other
hands night touch and thrill the pulse
with happiness under their spell. but IL
would never lie theirs.
No. that breezy April morning years
nro had sealed them as strangers; tina.
one on which Tom took his ha. and
walked slowly down tae pretty. white
street, overlooking the booming break
ers. and communed with his grieved
soul. Ennicc lived az the end 81 the
street in The pre.cntious cottage stand
in- apart from is nei-hbors
Tou pus his hand On the gate rcso-
lrteiY. tc wouid "a in aud tell her how
he loved her still Eiis ealing took him
away ca long voyages sad ~ one knew
VIA; Night happen IN his absence. and
Tire iay after Easter he was - sail.
"Joc. sec whothat Is coming in. called
Miss Gray. innoceutly enough, from her
corner. and transporting Joe Fleetwood
stepped 70 the window 10 see.
IL happened jns. as Eunice hoped IL
might
"He's at her window said Tom.
with lfsfie gasp. she's entertaining
fleetwood ard there's no room for me-"
and he walked away.
They were trimming the little church
81 she sailors Tor the Easter services On