Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-11-08
@he SiIenee Of
Dean Qaitland.
BY WR<MELL GREY.

from them. what a weight of trouble
lined the clear brow and drew down
the corners of the delicate mouth, and
added ten years, at least, To his ap
parent age, and then they began To
trace their steps through the wood
1T is like old times" Lillian oh
. served. cyril and | are growing old
and wise, Henry; we are seldom like
that now We seem to grow apart.
which we must expect"
The old order chauGctL giving
place to new" quoted Evcrard. The
new may be better, but one does not
like to part with the old" he added.
! tailoring, after pause.
! The old was good" replied Lillian,
rather absrntly; and the perfect self
command OF which her hrothen..had
spoken suddenly deserted her. with
/ the consciousness that the story of her
life and love was approaching a crisis,
and the two walked on in silence
Everard'S bright spirits seemed to
have flown onward in the wake of
Cyril. his heart sunk down like a
lHIhS W t'tiNl' lllNl hltuhl VI NlNloil
of all his sins and shortcomings, his
weaknesses and failings, rose CHASTITY
and oppressive before him. Henry
Everard Appeared to him rs the mcr-
est rag of Il man the most complete
! failure that ever issued from the
work shops OF nature and education.
He stole Il glance at Lillian. walking
with her light step and airy carriage
by his side; Il sweet picture of stain
less won,anhood, her check tluSheG
with puGuat rose by exercise, her eyes
cast down contrary to their wont her
hair touched into golden tintS by the
sunlight. and the outline of ner form
traced clearly against Il background
Of frosted hazel boughs, and his spirit
/ died within him. What had he to of
I fer her. How could he ever dare :
| And vet Lillian turned under the
! stress of his ardent gaze, and met his
eyes for one swift moment; then her
| looks resumed their commerce With
| the messy. frost.vcincd path, ana Il
rich rush Of crimson flooded her face.
Lillian" began Henry, GREATNESS
! ly, I'VE have been great friends all
our lives.
Yes, replied Lillian, rcgaining her
natural mental poisr; cyril and al
/ ways appropriate each others goods. '
"SupposinG Cyril ont Of the queS-
ton" he added. hastily, would YOU
not care for value my friendship: In
short, am | not your own personal
! friend? Don't you care n little for me
| for my own sake, IIilian?"
'lndet4i ! do, dear Henry" She re.
piled, ljttle TREMENDOUSLY. There is
no friend for whom Whom | value
more highly. That is yes, "" are
real friends"
You We're always dear to me, very
dear as dear as Marion herself" con.
tinucd Henry; "but YOU hav" bccom,
! the dearest of all since scarcely
I know when the very dearest human
being on earth. oh, Lillian, the truth
is that ! love YOU with all my heart .
have loved You long; ! can not. tell
when ! began"
THAT is not the important ques-
ton" returned Lillian, with a little
smile dawning about her lips and
eyes. The question is, how long do
you mean to 20 on"
The same quaint. half humorous,
half pathetic expression which so
often lighted Cyril's palc-bluc eyes
now cleaned from Lilian's gray orbs
m0istened with the sweet dew which
so frequently enhanced their lustor
and even in that passionate moment
Henry observed this, and thought
how closely his love and his friend
ship We're bound together, and real,
lied that Cyril was dearer than ever
to him now that Lillian was his
The answer to Lilian's playful omn.
est was the old immemorial assertion
of lovers repeated with endless de-
lightful iteration, long drawn out
with Heaven knows how much I'M
necessary sweetness. The old un-
varying song the birds SIM every
spring, with a fresh harm tha' ltNer
clogs, though the white-head"i lSn
heard 1t in his childhood, and IN The
days when he too swellcd thu aany-
voiced marriage hymn which lstrnds
perpetually from the youth and
fills it with sweet bewildered sur
prise; the theme which changed Eden
from a prison to a home; this deli
cious melody was sung over again In
the wintery woods that day, when all
the birds were hushed by the frost,
and the earth lay still in its winter
trance.
The singing of this pleasant duet
took long time, and the low mid
winter sun passed its meridian and
travelled some distance on It's west
ward way, while they strolled slowly
on with many pauses, slowly enough
TO chill blood not warmed by the
current Of vital fame which young
Love sends through the veins, until
they reached the spot above the TEN
pie. where they watched the ployers'
flight in the morning They paused
there. At that moment a delicate mu.
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