Los Angeles herald., 1892-06-11

alone with Jeanne. she told him
smoke and he was obedient; he ais
made her tell him other things.
Yes, she had been to school at Nun
nisham-rather too good school TO
| her, she was afraid, but her mother ha,
wished it. Her mother had taught he
French and little music. Music an,
drawing were the best things, sh'
thought. but she liked some books. Sh'
owned that it was lonely at the inn. g.
am glad you came" she confessed
frankly.
Jeanne" said Philip. II heard yol
humming line or two of sJadis' befor'
supper, didn't /? wish you would sing
it to me-" She agreed at once, crossing
the room to little cottage piano-rathel
a worn out instrument, but still piano
The melody-plaintive, gentle, childish
of Jeanne's sweet voice and the sad
ness of the words, with their quaint,
pensive refrain, did not miss their eff
| feet
For nothing further here burn;
| A joy once lost cannot return.
My heart asks only to be blessed
With an everlasting rest.
He thanked her; he had liked that
very much. why" he asked, ''were
you startled when you saw me?"
Because you are dream come true.
saw your face in dream last night
as clearly as I see you now. All this
time l have been feeling as if I had
known you before"
"Really?' he said. He had not quite
believed it. "How many things come
true! One says things about the short
ness of time or the certainty of death SO
often that they lose all meaning; then
when one grows old or lies dying the
platitudes get to have terrible force
they come true"
She was struck by that; she kept her
eyes fixed on his and he kept on talking
to her. He did not, as the time wore
on, always mean quite SO much as he
said, and she meant much more than
she said. That is a common difference
between man and woman on such
occasions. 1t seemed to her that now
for the first time she really lived.
After Jeanne had said good night,
Philip had some chat with her father
about her.
81 expect that she will be engaged
very soon, sir" he said; "a young man
called Banks-William Banks-is anx-
ious, and has spoken to me, and she likes
him."
"Now, Iwonder," thought Philip as he
went up stairs, ''why she never even
hinted that to me. M'yes, see."
Next morning after breakfast he went
away, taking with him a few forget
menots, pleasant memory and just the
faintest possible feeling of remorse.
They all faded.
Jeanne had seemed so quiet and de-
pressed of late that her father, in order
to cheer her up, had invited Mr.. Will
liam Banks to spend the evening.
Mr.. Banks was a small shopkeeper in
Ntinnisham, and considered to be no
mean wag by those who knew him. Yet
he felt unable to cheer her up. "Sup-
posing we had a bit of toon, Jenny"
he suggested at last.
She was quite docile. She played one
thing after another. Suddenly she be-
gan "Jadis."
81 don't understand French myself"
Mr.. Banks remarked, "but the words of
a song don't matter" She had never
thought much about the words herself
before. But now
Since no more his love be
Nothing further pleases me-
Her voice faltered little, but she sang
on to the end of the verse
My heart asks only to be blessed
With an everlasting rest.
Yes, the song had "come true" Just
there she gave way and began to cry a
little.
A week afterward Mr.. Banks an
nounced that his attentions to Miss Hill
were at an end.-Speaker.