The Irish standard., 1892-02-13
,ords about her life history.

'.Good-by. Lucy" said Olive softly
II ana remembering you, dear, as yor
wished to be remembered. am going
to follow your counsels and let your
| experience help me in the new path
that must tread. There is no need tt
stand here and say all this; hut it makes
me happier to say it. God bless you
know He does bless you Cor ever anc
ever; aud so good-by."
She slept that night, as she had done
for many nights, in Lucy's little room
| round the lattice, but the ivy was as
thick as ever, and the swallows hao
come back to their nests under the over
hanging t}latch. Their cheerful twit-
tering filed the morning air when she
awoke and realized that her last day i'll
the village had verify come.
Afterwards. in looking back, she
thought that this was the most confus,
ing and bewildering day of her OWL
life. So much was crowded into it, and
yet so many things seemed to be left
out. Jane went with her into the gar
den, and gathered bashetful of the
best flowers that they could fnd-ricb
velvety pansies, delicate hyacinths, jon
quils. tulips, violets, all mingled with
plumcs Of fresh green ferns. And
while they fingered over the flowers.
they talked again of Aaron, and looked
forward hopefully to the meeting that
should bring the long-desired explana.
ton.
1t was to Aaron's father-old Fen
lake, Of the "Boar's Head"-that Olive
was indebted for her drive to Peters
field. His ostler was to convey her and
her box to the railway station, and when
the cart came up to the garden gate,
Olive was waiting will, Il little group
around her. Mrs. Hooper's farewell
was the last.
''Ihis is something that Lucy left FOR
you, my dear" she whispered, putting
sealed envelope into her hand II
was charged not to give it you till you
were setting off on your journey; and
I've kept it all these months. Good-by,
Olive; if you ever want q home, child,
come back to me"
The cart moved off. Olive, seated on
iler boz. looked back on the little group
at the gate, and waved to them until a
turn in the road hid them from her
sight Her driver was old and deaf,
and did not talk to anyone but his
horse, and she could open the sealed
letter in peace. 1t contained a five
pound note and three words, written In
feeble hand: with Lucy's love-"
r. La <,fh n7. F,>Inr e
thoughtful care She kissed the
written words and put the treasure in a
safe place. The old horse logged ON:
the old driver cheercd him in a husky
tone, and Olive sat silently watching d
few white clouds travelling slowly
across the fresh blue Sky. Here and
there, in cottage garden, there was q
cherry tree in full bloom, lifting up a
dome of silver blossom; but the spring
was advancing with tardy footsteps.
and only few flowers were scattered
over the expecta1lt earth.
They came at last to the railway
station, and Olive watched for the train
with Il throbbing heart. The waiting was
soon over, her seat was taken, and she
was speeding On and ON to her new life
before she had quite realized that she
had done with the old.
Some minutes went by before she
was composed enough to observe her
fellow travellers; but presently baby.
sitting on the lap Of a rosy mother,
gave crow of delight at the basket OF
flowers. Smiles and pleasant words
followed, but Olive was in no mood for