The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1892-04-15

denly she stopped, took out one, and
quietly, tenderly pressed it to her lips.
An obstinate tear would persist in
trickling down her cheek. She
raised her hand, and dashed it away,
but moist eyelids betrayed her, and her
father asked: why, little one, what
can be the matter?"
''Oh, nothing much, papa" she re-
piled.
But must know" he persisted. II
do not like to see my little girl with
tears in her eyes"
Il was looking at mammals picture
and wishing"
Wishing what?" he interrupted, his
lip quivering.
THAT the good Lord would send her
back to u.s." And Dorothy burst into
a food of tears.
Don't cry, Dot Don't cry like that.
We must be brave, dear, and perhaps
il will come out all right. Come. put
on your hat and we will go for a
walk"
No, papa, let us go to vespers at St
James 1nSlcdu.
"All right" he said, ''if you prefer
it."
Arriving at the church they were
ushered to pew, the sole occupant of
which was lady, closely yelled and
dressed in black. Dorothy imagined
that she saw her start when they en-
tered, but John did not notice it,
though his seat was beside that of the
strange woman. They arose to read
the psalm and she passed her book to
John. The last verse particularly inn
pressed him: 81 have gone astray like
a lost sheep; seek Thy servant; for do
not forget Thy commandments"
Then they resume ed their seats and
John ran mis- fingers carelcssly through
the leaves of the book Suddenly he
started and grew pale. The book fell
from his trembling hand. He glanced
quickly at the woman who had passed
it to him, but her hand was raised in
the peaceful attitude of prayer. Doro-
thy picked up the fallen book, and she,
too, started as she saw on the title page
the name: Margaret Lyford Hallow-
we'll, from her husband. Easter, IS"
John was agitated with the desire to
know whether or not this woman by
his side knew anything about his wife.
He went through the service in a me-
chanical sort of a way. The woman in
black had not thus far allowed her
voice to be heard. Finally they all
knelt for confession, and with a wildly
beating heart Haliowell recognized
tee trembling voice as it said: 1--WE
have left undone those things which
we ought to have done; and we have
done those things which we ought not to
have done; and there is no health in u.s."
OH the anguish, the longing of his
heart. He could not control himself;
and, still kneeling, he leaned toward
her and, with a stifled sob, whispered:
"Margaret-for-give."
She could not speak; but taking her
hand from the top of the railing in
front of her, she laid it in that of her
husband. This was her only answer;
but John knew its meaning and he
pressed it passionately, tenderly.
The service being finished, they left
the church together. At the door Mar
garet was met by tall, finelooking
young man. What No. Why, yes it
s.' he exclaimed to himself, as he saw
them coming. IF it isn't Dot Hallow-
well and her father-and with mamma,
too! What can it all .mean?" John
shook his hand silently, heartily, as
they met. This was no place for ex-
plantations, so they FASTENED to leave
the throng.
There was room for but two in Mar
garet's carriage, so VIII Lyford flor
the young man was none other than
he), gracefully resigned in Hallowelrs
favor. AS for Dorothy and himself,
they much preferred to walk; and so,
when the carriage had passed out of
sight, they turned their steps toward
Glenmere.
Mutual explanations and mutual for
giveness were the happy results of the
homeward ride of Margaret and her
husband. 1t was all arranged before
they parted that she should assume her
former position as mistress at Glen
mere. But she had SO many business
affairs to arrange, and so much TO do be-
fore closing up the house, that Saturday
night arrived before Margaret, with
her father and VIII Lyford, came to
live again at her former home; though
it may be said, by the way, that since
the previous Sunday VIII had spent
the most of his time there. His many
years of separation from Dorothy had
made him realize that he was far, very
far from being her brother, and now
that they were brought together again,
he found that his affection for her had
taken new and deeper turn.
The next day was Easter Sunday.
Dinner having been finished, Hallowell
and his wife strolled out together, and
their steps led toward the front of the
house. Margaret stopped abruptly as
her eyes fell upon the fallen trees. AT
first it puzzled her, but suddenly she
remembers and a panied expression
crossed her face. Have it taken away,
John" was all she said.
He caught her to his arms "Yes,
dear" he said, I'VE will bury the past.
To-day shall be my Easter. We will
look to the future and both ejoice in
o,,r resurrection of love ~