Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-04-09
the afternoon service, this is such lovely part

the afternoon service, this il such lovely par,
| OF tho dny for WALKING"
st ia indeed, and this afternoon il especiall,
cool and fresh: May 1 haye the pleasure o.
/ going with you?"
| certainly: shall be glad to have some ons
to share and enjoy my walk
:, As they camo out the door Of the church
FRANK led the wav by more circuitous road
than the one by which they had come
| We need not hasten back lust vet" he said
| 'iet US have little Variety
AS they walked on he gathered bunch of the
/ featherv golden rod and s.ar-like purnle aster,
which, foreshadowing autumn, we're lust begin.
ming to bloom along the edges Of the fields and
color the somber brown and gray OF the raj
| fences. He put the flowers into her hands.
what an exquisite bunchr she exclaimed
They are just coming into perfection now.
must keep these till tomorrow and make little
water color Of them The golden rod sbout The
hotel is not fully out like this
1he conversation then languished :or a space,
The quiet loneliness of the evening hour hushed
them and each became absorbed in dreamy
thoughtfulness. Then Frank broke in ab.
ruptly:
Miss Ewing. 1 had = talk with your brother
last night. He was good enough to listen to !
story told him. i should like yery much Ia
tell IT to you. May ask you to hear il now
why, certainly. Mr.. Nalor," Isabel replied
guard.
II u the story Of my own life, at least Of =
part OF 1t. hope it will not bore youp" he
questioned, looking at her hesitatingly. q
though feeling his way.
surely not" she auswered softlx. EST .,.u
be glad to hear it,
She had no misgiving as to what he might
teI her, no dread of story she might not care
10 learn. She trusted him entirely.
was her look rs she replied more than her
S Sords that sent the hot blood surging through
"a frpvr, H..
stimulated him to tell his simple story with
more eloquencs than he had put into Il the
evening before.
Isabel listened with deep attention. her sves
now bent on the road at her feet. now lifted
Win steady gaze to where the gold and GRIM
son clouds OF sunset were massing in glorious
spiendor. her hands. which carried the bloc
SONS, little clinched.
when he had ended she turned and looked
straight at him, tears Of sympathy just start
ing in her lovely eyes.
You told me this story because"
because love YOU" he finished. ouistlv.
and could not ask you to be my wife until
you knew something Of my history. 1 who have
no record of birth or ancestry"
You thought that after knowing Won an do
this could matter to me?" she murmured.
will it not?" he exclaimed eagerly "Hov
could tell?''
inoy were advancing very slowly now and he
seized her hands and held them fast. s.Tell
me, Isabel, darling, may hope for your love?
10 IT possible, do you think, that you could be
fappy with me-: And Isabel, her face suffused
Win .a ~ EXCLUSIVE tenderness, answered gently:
~ DO not think, dear; l know"
Inc sun rays grew more and more slantine.
the shadows deepened and stretched them.
selves out longer and longer and the sun him
sell hnaily dropped down below the horizon
DeIore these two. in their newly attained bliss,
found their way back to the hotel. They sal
late that evening upon the porch of the little
cottage dwelling upon plans for the future,
whiie within doors lay the mother quietly re-.
loiclng In her daughters happiness, going back
ID memory to the day OF her own betrothai
and breathing prayer that the welded lire OF
her ehlld might be as replete with brightness
and Joy as her own