The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1893-05-05

Eyes, 1t is, sartin," after another search
ing look. Ruth" she called, so excit-
edly. she hardly recognized her own
voice in the husky tones, Ruth, you run
out and get that cloth bleaching under
the apple trees. Dew will fall smart be-
fore long. Fold it up slick. Please step
sDry. Bless Providence for so much"
she heartily rejoiced, "and ask for some
more" and then she fed to the attic.
eyes, it's him." she repeated from her
perch in the window. "It's Silas Mer-
riam. How nice his Sunday clothes fit
him. Daniels allns look bashful, as if
they were kinder ashamed of him. Per-
haps they're his everyday ones. There
he's coming in the gate now, and the
poor dear so unsuspectin'. Twas best
So"
Ruth did not hear light step near her,
neither did she see the great love in a
pair of eyes watching her. A frislxy
breeze came along just then, showering
her with dainty blossoms. They made a
wreath for her hair, nestled in the sheer
full bodice, curled around the shapely
white throat, making veritable bios
| som of herself.
Ruth" said deep voice close to her
side, vibrating with the love of years.
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| turned at the sound of the well-knowl
voice.
"She won't faint now" Pedy said, as
she leaned comfortably on her elbow and
straining her eyes in the twilight. "JOy
don't kill She is smilin' and tall1in' as
natural" she went on. "That augurs
well. Bless the Lord 70" so much, ard
keep askin' for more. l can see the love
light in her eye; and its reflection is
shinin' in her face; it's glow reaches
clear up to me. o, Lord!n she groaned,
''there is soft spot left in my heart yit.
| But the meanness of Daniel killed the
love for him. But loved him once Just
as Ruth loves Silas."
Their voices sound just like silver
bells" she went on, wiping her eyes; $50
sweet and harmonious. That augurs
we'll. Keep thinkin' the Lord, Pedy and
askln' for more"
Its COMM" Pedy breathed, press
ing her nose against the glass. ats
comm. l didn't tell him about Amy. |
thought I've leave that to chance-and
herself"
A little 3-year-old girl was dancing
merrily along, calling to mamma. Hel
hat hung on her neck, and the golden
curls were all in tangle. A moment
she eyed the stranger She read the well
come in his face, and put her hand con
tidingly in his.
''Bess the baby" Pedy calculated be-
tween smiles and tears; "she has won
And now they are comm in. The can.
dies are all lighted in the parlor. They
think they are bringin' in jest a basket
of cloth. 1t is basket of love and hap
piness, scripture measure, pressed down
and runnin' over can see it drippin'
all around the edges. Bless you, my lit
tie Ruth"
When Ruth's step was heard on the
stairs, later, ruffied head appeared in
Pedy's doorway.
Come here, dearie. 1 amt goin' tc
have Daniel Gorham. told him so this
mornin'. The weddin' cake is for you
l talked with him quite spell. And
dearie, when the love is real, there is
nothing like it in all the world. III
heat up the old brick oven early in the
mornn'. I've got the kindling al
ready. They'll bake the best in that.
Two O. fruit, three o. white, and four O.
streaked. Emma Louise Orcuttin Sun
day Republican.