The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1893-08-09
"Jenny Gray"

me call you Miss Gray, will you? But |
mustn't ask so many questions Only !
want you to see Fred"
She left the room, returning in a min
ute or two with her brother. l was soon
upon social terms with him. He closely
resembled his father-had the same light,
curling hair, calm gray eyes and ex-
pressive lips. He was not so talkative
as Carrie; he was more thoughtful and
reserved, more observing and less i'm
pulsive.
was in due time thoroughly installed
in my new home. had much to bless
my heavenly father for; my lines were
cast in pleasant places. The summer
went by, and the winter, in the same
quiet, steady, happy way. But do not
intend to speak about my duties at Alb
ernthney Hall, my tutorship of those
lovely children, and how in identifying
their lives my own grew beautiful. 1t
is with the new awakening, the new Ell
Dorado of my companionship, my init
macy with the rector, that have to do.
He was standing at one of the win
dows on the morning that Mr.. Ashley
introduced me to him. He turned round,
NODDED gravely and then gazed out of
the window as abstractedly as before. l
was not piqued at that am not proud
and $50 my friends tell meg put too low
an estimate upon myself. Though his
survey Of me was not a leisurely one, l
knew that he had already OWNED as
much of my life and character as a less
penetrating man would have learned in
a week. 1t took me that long to engage
him even in the most Incidental CONVEX
sation.
He was sedate, even tempered man.
He was often given to fits Of absent
mindedness, and from this l learned that
there was some great sorrow in his soul.
It was only in the pulpit that he proved
himself more than an ordinary man. He
was an analytical reasoner, subject to
bursts Of the most captivating eloquence
and strong in the yearning for the saliva
ton of his fellow men. The light seemed
to go out of his eyes and the spiritual
glory out Of his face so soon as he de-
scended from the pulpit. Few stepped
into the aisles to grasp him by the hand,
they simply bowed their heads with the
memory Of the recently spoken words of
truthfulness in their souls and sort Of
sympathy for the secret sorrowfulness
which raised him above the plane of
their compan;onship.
But there came time when he took
deeper interest in me; when his eyes
would neglect his book to follow me
around the room; when he would meet
me with a nosegay, or ask me to stroll
with him through the gardens. found
him more agreeable companion than ]
had supposed him to be. He would come
out of that half dreamy lethargy in
which he seemed to sit and converse as
if he thought and felt like other men. I
must say that he even became commu-
NEGATIVE. He spoke less reservedly and
less spasmodically. At first conversed,
and he listened, but by degrees and I'M
consciously, as it were, our positions be-
came reversed. Then it was that stood
upon the confines of the new Ell Dorado
in the world of thought. 1t was some
thing grand to sit at his feet, quiet,
impressible pupil.
must say it sooner or later, and so I
will say it now. I loved him! Yes,
warmly, fervently, passionately. did
not know whether my love was recipro-
Gated, neither did l care. The knowl-
edge of the deep love i'll my own heart
was enough for me to dwell upon at any
one time. To be sure, his eyes at times
warmed up with a beautiful light, and