Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1892-04-01

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as can seq. my dear. Barnet seems to
leave Won to Grace that shelf"
/ have carried the pinafore | am maxi
ing To a distant window. I. too. profess
! TO be deaf 10 Tho words which | will not
bear
let me rive Won credit for ono vir-
tue. the smooth voice continues "You
are patient You have smiled on Barnet
/ for thirteen years. and still are unwill-
+ ing to regard tine task as hopeless"
4 have said that suca~ms no longer
have the power to ture mo; hun the
boast Is vain. I'm spite OF my thirty
years ! turn away NOW with hurniue
checks. with childish anger and with
tears sarluciur ta uy eyes.
take nay voia into .bo garden. The
garden S quirt. Tor She vpiltrcu are iu
the schooi-ro,r at 'Eoir lessons and my
own sisters are .ll married and gone.
The lawn is clo-..y sha,cn. smooth as
silk: the luy-uo~GrrS trim a. ever: Tie
beds are guut..-- OF a weed take
the path which uiuc years arc | took
with Alice. and stop now as stopped
.hen at tue ,iu,c rustic summcr-house
beside the pathway. lean in musIug.
pensivc mood against The framework Of
the entrance and look alsontly before
me at the dancing branches wet with
rain. at the moving patches of light and
shadow that the branches cast upon the
path, at the iilies-cl-thc-yalicy beneath
the wall, a. the bod where by and by the
sweet peas Mil blossom.
The sweet peas were bltsscminr on
that morning, uluc wears ago. when Ned
and stood hero together. My thoughts
travel slowly back across those nine
years, recall their history, and slowly
return to dWrl upon The present-the
Joys and sorrows ot to-day.
Many happy returns OF the day TO
you.
start and tvrn NY head Eound the
path behind the sumWer-housc Ned had
come suddenly uron me, be stands close
beside me, holds out his right hand and
smiles IN calm 'rl'ndiy' un'm barraNScd
iaShloh'
THANK No'. lou remember my
blrthday' thcn'
-. MY memory Is very good you
know. IL j. part o. my equipment as
scientist
N'd siah"N' as no STOOD h'n' years
ago III lh' u"of""t l"-iH- me. Nih'
years nay" aged hlw. lie * nearly
forty; MS tulrN halr Us turning ilttle
gray ms snort hU"hN h'"ru Is NprlhNled
win gray threads nero ana 'h'r'' MS
frank eyes seem 'o rave r"ceuoa Iurther
beneath the grave thoughitai hro"s'
ms hEuFe mas grown more S4 "are' more
se', 'u' uu," i-"N' W. '"'"' nv i"oAs
nldol'-aE''-
lie looks Era'''y ana quietly at me-
ms manner TINS morning j. very ulHer-
eht from MS nlauh'F Oh I"at l"r-a"aN
norllhs o. hlhc years aro' 40" 'here
Is no suggestion Oh loN'-,nahiilE' ms
voice 'ah'S no l'nu'' ouu'"'ioi's' Ms
gianee "o'S no, ll"ser lonE WIN sol
meaiilhe on my lace' am 'nirtS' nv II
approaching '"''! w "'c Sr""h P'o-
sslc'
frosaic'-are we: can not speak
for INN; but can SPEAK Tor myself
Nine years ago my hsart never ached 50
bad never beat - quickly, a. II aches
and beats to-day l stand In quiet
pose my hands Loosely ciasped before
me, ana perhaps LOOK as CAIN a. ne
but the caimneSS Is surface deep-no
more.
we stand ana chat quietly ABOUT
many things. For the last Few weeks
he has oeen IRON home' ana ne ASKS me
about the small events mat nave nap
pened IN MS ABSENCE ana ask MN
about the visit he mas pald.
.! am not sorry To get back again, he
says: but he says it in that sober, mat
ter-of-fact tone which admits of no fat-
tering personal interpretations.
You are tired at last of travelling
e Not OF rayc'ing-but of country
house visits" he replies, with grave
yet humorous smile. Yes believe you
are right. he admits. after moment
smiling quickly but grayeiy again. Il
am tired OF wandering.
ne African explorer i NetllihS
down into >taN-at-hoWc country
squire. | answer.