The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-05-25
CHAPTER XIX.

ChAPTEh AlA.
you AND YOU NO CROSS SHALL PART.
A year passed away. Aaron and Jane
had married, and were living in cot
tage near the mill. Both had often
written TO remind Olive Of her prom
ised visit; but the visit was not paid
yet, and the happy pair said to each
other that II was strange to find Olive
still clinging TO London. No doubt IL
seemed strange to them, absorbed in
their own simple bliss, that she should
know peace among crowds. Nor could
they realize that balm sometimes grows
in the very path where the thorns have
torn our feet We do not always find
healing afar:
From the spere Of our sorrow"
April had come again; and the old Sa-
voy churchyard seemed to gather all
the freshness and sweetness OF spring
within It's narrow boundary. To Olive,
the place was a sacred poem, breaking
into the prose Of busy life. The grass
was green and soft under the trees;
there was a twittering of birds among
the budding boughs, and round those
ancient walls that were sternly watch
ing over their garden ground. Sternly,
and yet kindly, for the girl used to
think that the old chapel had been n
silent witness Of the strife and suffer-
ing Of centuries, and must, therefore,
have mysterious sympathy with the
children Of this generation.
She had come, as she had often done
before, to sit In the churchyard on q
Saturday afternoon and enjoy itsgreen-
ness and quietness. The birds seemed
TO be singing to her to-day, and voice
answered them in her heart She re-
membered how she had once come here
like q sick child. tired and worn with
pain, and the influence Of the place had
Gained her spirit. She loved every
blade Of grass, every rugged stone in
the gray walls.
And then she fbegan TO think Of the
chaplain, and Of his influence over her
life. She recalled the very moment when
she had looked up and seen him stand
ing by her side. What was the secret
Of that personal power of his2 1t came
partly from his intense sympathy with
every phase Of humanity, sympathy
clear and pure as a stream OF living
water. Like the stream, his mind could
adapt itself TO any channel, and could
run as brightly in narrow course as
In a broad one. Then, too, there was
the grace Of perfect breeding, and the
never-failing consideration Of others.
Surely his was one Of "the few voices
which God has toned, and its sweetness
had stilled the tumult Of many heart
rs well as her own.
Seaward Aylstone came quietly in at
the gate and sat down on the bench by
her side. There was a flush in her
cheeks, sudden light in her eyes, and
something in the tone Of her voice,
which would have convinced any locker
on that Stewards presence was not un.
welcome. But there were no lockers
on; the chaplain had the rare faculty Of
keeping out Of the way when he was
not wanted; and as to the birds they
had seen too many sweethearts to give
any attention TO solitary pair. Olive
had been feeling for some time that the
relation between the painter and her
self was entirely apart from all com
mon acquaintances and friendships
Yet he had never spoken Of anything
deeper than friendship. He had beer
waiting until the right moment hat
come; until he was quite sure that the
last lingering ache Of the old pain wal
gone.
The autocrat Of the breakfast tabl,
says Of his love, 'itywas in talking O.
life that we came most nearly to
1Rcther;" and whenever Olive and Ayl
Stone met they were sure to talk o
hife. They both wanted to be doinG
and living, and helping others to do aut
hlvc. There was so much TO be done:s'
lnauy plans had 10 be carried out! Sea
ward was concerning himself about th'
knture Of the little children who sat II
him as models, and Olive listened 10 hi
Idsas and suggested others