The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-07-01

| tapestry over the bank that sloped
sharply down to the chapel walls. The
gray tower stood up against graycr
sky, but the sunshine of n contcnted
mind lay warm on Olives life.
1t seemed To be the most natural
thing in the world for Scaward Ayl-
stone 10 join her as they came out of
chapel on Sundays. They always
talked TO each other in friendly fash
ion; yet on her side there was little
reserve, on his great deal of defer
cnce. Olive was not girl who wore
her heart upon her sleeve. IL was q
very faithful heart, it's deep wounds
were even now scarcely healed, and
she oNrrtsl Il securely locked up in her
own boom AS TO Scaward, he had al
ways been rather grave young man,
who had chosen 10 live his own life
and work hard at his profession. But
it had never been n selfish life, and the
fame that he had won had not been
gained ut the cost of better things.
Their talk about Lucy had brought
them nearer together than anything
else could have done. Her portrait
was hanging now on the wall of Olives
little room, and its presence there gave
her a sense of quiet companionship.
All was quiet in Olives life now
thoughts, friendships, hopes, were all
of the most tranquil kind. The calm
that had first fallen on her spirit within
the chapel walls had never passed
away, the chaplain's voice still led
her forth beside the waters of COM
fort;' and day after day she proved that
it was
Better TO have quiet grief than hurrying
delight;
Better the twilight OF the dawn than tho noon.
day burning bright"
One day Aaron Fcnlake came TO see
her again. lie had found work TO do,
but the wages were small, and he looked
sadly wan and wasted. There was no
need to tell her that Michael was mar
ricd; she had seen the announcement
of his marriage in the paper, and no
further tidings of him had ever reached
her ears. But Aaron had watched OPP
portuniticS, and had even hung about
old Mr.. Battersby's great house at
Hampstead TO find out how things went
on
"Why are you anxious TO lSnow?"
Olive asked. IL think II is best to be in
ignorance. Let him alone: we have
nothing more 10 do with him, Aaron"
II want 10 see whether the wicked
will always flourish like the green bay
tree" he answered grimly. II am
waiting for the time when he will be
withered up, root and branch. Hasn't
he spoiled your life and mine?"
"No,' she said; lit is our own fault |
IL our lives are spoiled, not his We are
fools, Aaron, il we will not build a new
house because the old palace is n ruin.
Are we 10 waste our time in sitting |
among the fragments of shattered hopes |
and mourning over them?"
THAT is just what am doing every |
day." replied Aaron.
And that is just what you must not |
do. Aaron, why can't you leave OF |
brooding over your wrongs? Is your
heart SO full OF hate that there is no room |
for love in it?"
He was silent, and she went on.
"Have You forgotten Jane? / hear
that Robert Steel is expected home in
the spring, Aaron, the most faithful
heart cannot wait and trust for ever II |
20 sign Is given"
His gloomy face flushed, and sudden
light cleaned in his eyes. The little
shaft had sped home at last.
''Instead of waiting to see Michael
withered up root and branch--a thing
which never will come TO pass. hope