Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-02-19
SIDNEY Lorraine,
CHATTER 1.
TILE WHITE SKIES THRILL WITH A
MOON UNARIsEN."

IuXuriouSly filled with scarlet cushions,
under the tulipa-tree, in which she had
been reclining, and for moment look
cd round half-bewildered. Then, "Fath-
or, dear, do you want me?" she answer
ed, and FASTENED TO meet an old man
coming toward her over the close-crop-
ped grass.
ut is nothing very important" he re-
piled, as no reached her side; 1T would
have kept; enlv, happening to glance
out of doors. was tempted for mo-
ment to think the library looked dull"
at was a good thought, father, and
now that you are here, stay and have
tea with me-"
"There is so much sunshine in the
world" he added, absently, looking
overhead into the cloudless blue, "and
indoors one Is inclined to
forget it,"
They were a curious contrast out
wardly, this father and daughter; he so
small and fragile-looking, with his
smooth white head and gentle face-a
scholars thoughtfulneSS in its refine
Nent-she, so tall strong, and upright.
But if the points of divergence were
marked thus strongly, there were
stronger points still that made tho
meeting-places easy of attainment. In
her gray eyes Godfrey Lorraine saw
those that had tenderly lightened and
smiled for him, before he had known
that the daughters life must cost the
mothers; and though the buried dream
had sufiiced him as far as this world
was concerned, and "Finis" was written
across the folded page that death had
turned, yet he did not fret and mourn,
,or.eqen ceaselessly regret. but passed a
h&rd-Norking scholars life, tho only
pleasure, outside his books, this girl,
who. in his library, in his walks, in all
liis .pnfsuits, was rarely absent from
Bis side. Thus life rounded itself afresh,
oRly sometimes he forgot, as he said,
how much sunshine, except in books,
the v0fM contained.
Ant'n0W the child was awoman. The
days were over when, with her arms
clasyed tight about giant sun1ower,
she n I'D exclaimed, Next year / shall
be aa.taIl as it Isl" Gone the time when
aha 0si stoed her blonde head reaching
III, To 1is Et-sy one, and had said with
trium I, Fa(hcr. i am taller than you
are. fSoon shall be grown up"
Yes, 1ll that WIS past, the time had
come. Tne blonde head was smooth
and bro~o, the tai slim figure had
grown round and beautiful, and child
hood WAS over. ~ Z n f+t
Thenfor Atfne q new trouble had
haunted him ~ She would marry. One
day she would come and say that the
dawn had melted into ~ golden present,
that Love had touched her with its
wings, that ailIits <benutiful hopes and
1 world into which si,e MS longing to go;
and he. remenibefinS those other gray
eyes, would have TO bc)ieys, and bid her
"God speed" though any other paradise
always seems cold and unbeautiful,
compared with the one nom which we
are exiled.
So he had trembled ana waited, but
as yet no such day had dasyntQ. No sad
or happy love-story had cometo trouble
the TepOse of the calm gray eyes; and
now behold, she was three-andr
and it was SO long since le had lrst
thought of her leaving him. that Cod
frey Lorraine had ceased to be afraid.
Il was nearly asleep, father" she said,
as they sauntered away togetbcr under
the sheltering trees. Il was SO hot tbat
/ gave up reading and tried to think HI
ways dangerous experiment, but | am
wide awake now. Tell me what it is.p
ut is only that young Lindenheim
has been up to see me this afternoon,
and when he told me he was staying at
the Falcon, | asked him to come here
instead. knew his father when we
were both students, and he has sent me
books and notes by this young man
which will be invaluable to me-"
THAT good Of him" Sydney replied,
@and, of course, it was right to ask the
son to come here, but L cannot help
wishing that he had preferred the Fall
con. Men. you know, dear father, are
q great deal of trouble. They are not
content. They want"-she paused a
moment, looking round as if wonder
ing what more they could want, and
added after that moment-"lawn ten
MIS-"
"But this one will not, am certain
replied her father.
"To be sure, he is German. More
fectively-"he is far more likely to want
a poetry book, and that in this house he
is easily provided with. There, dear
father. you see l am beforehand max
ing the best of him. 1t is selfishness,
Of course, but onenever wants outsiders
in Paradise"
aNo," said her father, with little
amused smile, especially as outsiders
sometimes take the form of the SER
pent."
Father" she retorted, you ought to
be ashamed Of yourself. only spoke
thus to give you an opportunity of de-
Tending him. shall be obliged now to
defend him myself, and he is your
friend"
my friends son-and sons and faith
ers, alasl are often sadly unlike. But
this especial son pleased me. He re-
minded me very much of what his faith
er was when we got into mischief to-
gether, in prehistoric times"
Lamplight was scarcely needed yet,
even for dinner, though few wax can
dies did help out the waning daylight;
but in the beautiful drawing-room
which opened at one end into aspacious
well-filled library-descriptiv combina-
ton which figured forth the Joint lives
passed in the two rooms-no artificial
light was needed. 1t was q beautiful
room on the first story, and its wide
open windows looked down into the
square. sheltered garden, round three
sides Of which the house was built--the
garden where Sydney had slept that aft
ernoon. She and her father stood to-
gether by one of the windows, round
which grew honey-suckle and yellow
roses, and the silence that only calm,
satisfied love can appreciate and COM
prehend had eHfolded them for some
time as they stood thus looking together
across the garden on TO the rose-touch-
ed, sunset sky beyond. Their hearts 50