Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-04-11

A hand laid on his arm--a whisper
which always fell on his Earring nerves
like a soft inger-touch on a quivering
harp string
Dear, yesterday when / was thank
ing Mr. Black for all his kindness, he
said-you know his quick, husky way of
speaking Madame, you may have a
hard life-I rather think you will-but
hope you will never know one hardship:
70 find yourself In your old age without
one single human being whom you have
Il right to be kind to- +"
"Poor old felIoww said ROderick, much
moved. "My little Conscience! you are
right John, tell your master he is ex-
ceedngly kind, as he always is; and Mrs.
Jardine will enjoy her drive exceeding
ly."
So she did-to an almost pathetic de-
gree-for il was weeks since she had been
outside the garden gate. And the whole
world was so lovely that still November
day-November but bright as June; it
often is so in Scotland-all the fading
landscape looked as beautiful as an old
face sometimes looks to eyes that loved
it when it was young.
These two sitting side by side and
hand in hand, though they hid the lat
ter fact under a kindly plaid from John
the coachman, were young still; to them
the dying year brought only charm of
sadness. They were very happy, and all
the happier, Roderick declared, because
in their circuit of nearly twenty miles,
owing to the rarely fine day. they found
everybody "out" except one family-the
Symngtons.
Sir John-a zine old Scottish gentle
man" of the last generation-with his old
wife beside him, still keeping the remains
of that delicate English beauty which
had captured him fifty years ago, WERE
even Roderick owned quite n picture
And they remembered his father; and
they had known Cousin Silence. Their
greeting was more than courteous
friendly; and their house, upon which,
being childess, they had expended all
they had to spend, was full of art treas
ures collected abroad, each with his
tory and an interest. The old couple
seemed still to have the utmost enjoy
ment in life, and to have the faculty of
making others enjoy life too.
II knew you would like Them" said ST.
lence, when, having sent the carriage
away, they walked home through the
wood-path, which, Sir John carefully
pointed out to them, made Symington
only q quarter of an hours distance from
Blackhallt
"Yes / like them. That is just the sort
of house / should care to go to, if could
go. Lucky folk those Symingtons. They
seem to have had everything heart can
desire"
mot quite, Did you see a miniature
over Lady Symngton's armchair? She
saw me looking at it, and said-you
should have heard the tone, quiet as she
is-That was our only SONNY one child!
He died at seven years old l think"
Silence continued, softly, 'if you do not
mind, should like now and then to go
and see Lady Symington,"
Her husband pressed her arm, and then
said, suddenly, my innocent wife, what
a happy way you have of taking every
thing"
ut is because l am so happy"
"And Yes, l ought to be happy, too,
God knows! But"
She put her hand upon his lips. "God
does know. And 1 know, too. Many
things are very hard for you to bear
much harder for you than for me. We
will not speak of them; we will just bear
them. We can bear them, 1 think, to-
gether."
Eyes, my darling"
And after that he made no more "mis-
anthropic" speeches for the whole even
ing.
ITO no cOntinued)