Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-02-26

ing with sort Of pathetic interest at
the cid mans sad eyes, to whom had
been conjured up vision of his buried
past, at the girls glad eyes that had
had glimpse int what was yelled
from her eager view In the coming time,
and then the momentars emotion that
had touched all three subsidized, and he
Sydney's fan, which he had picked up
when IL fell from her careless hold. He
gave it back 10 her with light warm
ing. You are brave; do you know that
peacock feathers are proyerbially UNI
fortunateY
She took it in her hand, touching the
feathers caressingly.
"Ah, but 1 am not afraid Of tho
especial misfortune that they are said
to bringp
And what is that?" asked Mr.. Lo-
raine.
She turned with n little courtesy to
her father. -The daughters, sir, Of the
house do not marry"
"And you mean to accomplish your
destiny in spite of the peacock"
"On the contrary, / mean to accept
with equanimity my destiny, and cling
to my peacock's feathers, and my prime
minister"
You are wise woman" replied her
father, "and, for the third and last time,
ask for my song"
Without another word she sat down
at the piano in the darker corner Of the
room.
mo, thank you, do not require
light" in answer to Count Lindenheim' g
offer of candle; IL am going to sing
little song that / know by heart. 1t is
fathers present favorite. and hope, as
! sing it to him nearly every night, that
1t gives him pleasant dreams.
To-day-ahi wel,-To-day is fair;
But need tell-WhRt softer air.
Fresh rs the morning breath of May,
Blew from the hills OF yesterday
Sweet yesterdayl-with reaching hands.
j gaze away-Across the sands,
To see II somewhere / may lind
A careless trifie left behind.
4 leaf. windblownns- That nuttered by.
A soft rose that used 20 wear
In the bright beauty Of my hair.
The tender eves-That smiled in mine;
Ifthose dear eyes-Again might shine,
And might tind along the way
The heart that loved me yesterday.
oh, Lowell oh. loss!-No use. tired hands
TO reach across-The fading sands;
They are not there, the gifts that lay
In the white arms OF yesterday.
When she had finished there was a
few seconds silence, then Count Lin
denheim walked over to the darkened
corner by the piano, and
Have you the words!" he asked: II
should like to read them, for my En-
glish is not strong enough for me to I'M
derstand English songs"
"They are here" she replied, "if you
can read my writing"
He took the little manuscript book to
the light.
"They are pretty" old Mr.. Lorraine
remarked, though perhaps you are not
old enough to think SO. Young people
like to imagine that sorrow, pretty senti-
mental sorrow, of course, is being borne
in the present, or coming in the future.
When you are as old as am, you will
like to know that it is past. Eth, Lin
denheim%
But Count Lindenheim was looking
thoughtfully before him, and did not at
once answer. Then, Il don't think, sir"
he said, that those who have reached
to the point of looking back to yester-
day have much sympathy as rule with
those who are struggling through to-
day. To-day will some day be yester-
ual 10 uo'
"You are right, perhaps. Somehow,
as we grow older, things do seem to be
trifes, which of course they me not;
but it is written, you know, that the
great things of to-day are the tribes of
tomorrow"
"Do you think, father" interposed
Sydney, "tbat the point Of view ever
alters to ourselves? | should be inclined
to translate that sentence into, "Our
great things always seem tritles seen
through other peoples spectacles."
well, my dear. in that case it is a
pity we cannot borrow their spectacles;
we might get fairer and pleasanter
view of life then. And perhaps it is not
necessary to go further, but just to bor-
row yours
We'll, you might do worse. My
glimpses of the world are generally of
a very bright and sunny place, with just
enough shadow to make the sunshine
welcome
Keep your spectacles," said the old
man, kissing her for goodnight; Il am
too old to use them. They are only
suited for the eyesight of those who be-
lieve in them"