The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-07-23
DID BOTH OVERHEAR IT?

1t was nearly service time on Sunday
morning, and the church bells were toll
ing their CHEEKY welcome on the frosty
air. Pious souls, clad in furs and vel
vets and other forms of modern purple
and fine linen, were hurrying to reach
the scenes Of their devotions.
Foster Willard was not pious soul
and he did not hurry. He was not sure
that he was going to church at all, and
he sauntered leisurely along, with his
hands in his overcoat pockets and his
big collar turned high around his
throat
What q world it was, to be sure, and
what fool-but, pshaw!-that was all
/ over now, and he was glad of it.
At this moment he became aware of a
slight figure enveloped in fur coming
! down the cross street, and they met at
the corner. She held out her hand with
a gesture that bespoke embarrassment
and uncertainty, and he took it gravely.
L Dcll6hc, no adlUy IL 10 AllC y
since / saw you last, Edith.
"Yes," she said.
Willard turned and joined her in her
walk.
"And / believe" he continued, "that l
am very glad to see you"
Miss Arnold was silent on this point.
you might, perhaps, say as much, 4"
suggested Willard.
Are you going to church," asked Miss
Arnold.
well, don't know, that is, will go
if you take me with you"
Miss Arnold hesitated moment.
"Why, of course, if you like, she said.
Why shouldn't he like, wondered Mil
lard A pretty girl, good music and lots
of people? What difference did it make
that once-stuffl He had forgotten all
that, and of course she had.
Have you heard the new rector" in
quired Miss Arnold, evidently with an
attempt at conversation.
No." said Willard. 81 have not been
there. am heather. You are mis-
sionary Perhaps l am ali angel I'M
awares though"
Miss Arnold laughed.
That's a trife mixed, isn't it," she
said.
"Well, perhaps" admitted Willard.
I'm not up in that sort of thing"
But you used to go to church,"
eyes, l did-when you took me. I
have degenerated. If your theology ad-
mits of backshding, have backslided.
am now distinctly heathen."
Miss Arnold laughed again.
''On the contrary, think you have
improved" she said.
"Ah!" said Willard, with faint sar-
casm, 81 really was not looking for
compliment.
They reached the church and the usher
showed them to a seat. Miss Arnold
kneeled on the cushion and leaned her
head on her little prayer book against
the pew in front. Willard watched her
silently, as he had done so many times
before. She made pretty picture
dainty, fur wrapped and devout, and
the hand that held the prayer book was
very small indeed. One little lock of
hair had squirmed away from restrain
ing hairpins and was curling prettily
near her pink ear. He felt curious de-
sire to put 1t in place, and then he be-
came conscious of two voices speaking
behind him in not inaudible whispers.
isn't that Foster Millard with Edith
Arnold in front of u.s." asked somebody.
"Why, sure enough it Isl" said some
body else. Il thought she Tilted him a
year ago."
Hush, he will hear you'll"
They must have made it up. Queer,
isn't it,"
The choir began to sing again, and the
people all rose. Willard heard no more.
Edith held her prayer book up to him,
and they read the responses out Of it.
Like those flashes of previous existence
that the philosophers talk about, it all
came back to interchangeable, indefinite.
and yet familiar How often he had
heard that smooth, full voice, reading
the same old, sweet words of the Episco-
pal service. He seemed to take up the /
thread of life year back, as if the year
just passed had been dream from
which he was now awakening.
The Te Deum was over and they sat |
down again. Presently the two women
behind began 10 whisper again. Edith |
was intent upon the service.
Pretty bonnet she has, said one.
"A triie too high, think. They say
she threw Howard Gale over too. Idon't /
see what those men find in her. She is
a perfect flirt."
For that reason probably they like
her"
Il suppose Mr.. Millard took it too
easily, and she wants to bangle him
again.
bangle him.
"IeS. You know what mean-keep
him around and abuse him"
Hush! I'm afraid he heard you"
No, he didn't 1t would be a good
warning TO him, anyway"
Willard moved uneasily, and the whis-
pers broke off suddenly. He wondered
if Edith had heard them. He glanced at
her, and she looked so unconscious that
be concluded she had not.
The rector had commenced his sermon.
and she was giving close attention.
Mlilard listened awhile. but it did nos
interest him. He seemed TO have heard
ne same sermon a thousand times. and
sls thoughts wandered away into other
They went back to the DAYS
when he had beer, wont p, ra,S -, =, !