The Press., 1895-01-03

They discovered that their tastes were very congenial. In word, they never bored each other.
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 Under tho influence of her pleasant surroundings Mrs. Stanton became re- signed and cheerful.
 One day as she was coming from her hammock to the house she saw Mr. Weeks stretched at full length on a bench under the trees. His handkerchief was bound over his eyes, and as she passed him softly she thought she heard low groan.
 'Are you suffering, MT. Weeks?" she said. He answered that he had bad nervous headache.
 "Oh, I am so sorry," she said "You must try to sleep it off,. :"
 Then thought occurred to her. Her husband had been subject to such at- tacks, and she had frequently cured them. She had magnetic touch, and she felt sure that she could charm away her friends suffering, but still she hesi- tated. While she hesitated she heard him groan again. That decided her.
 ''If he were my young son or my brother,' ; she said to herself, ''I could not let him lie there suffering, and believe care for him almost as much as though he were. Why should I be silly and prudish?'
 Finding no good answer to this ques- tion, she went back to her hammock and brought her own pillow. Then she l gently raised MT. Weeks head and slip ped the pillow under it. Seating herself on the bench, she made few magnetic passes over the sufferers forehead
 The effect of her soft, delightful touch was magical. The patient lay there, feeling his pain ebbing away, a delicious languor stole over him, and at last he slept. He had tried once or twice to express his gratitude, but she had gently forbidden him to talk When he at last awoke, some hours afterward, he found himself covered with Mrs. Stanton s shawl, but the lady had left him. As the remembrance of the light touch of her fingers came back to him he told himself that she was the dearest woman ill the world.
 ''She is my sister or my adopted mother" he said.
 But does one thrill at the touch of one's sister or one's adopted mother! Does one feel heavy and dull in her ab- sence, but at rest and perfectly content in her presence? Does one feel that with out the society of one's sister the whole world would be blank? This was now the state of MT. Weeks affection fo1 l Mrs. Stanton. He never thought of her age. To him she was perfect ill all re- spects.
 Next day something occurred that distressed our young friend very much. He found Mrs. Stanton in tears.
 She was sitting on her favorite seat under the elm close to @ purling brook, and the thrushes were singing breezily above her head. Her feet were hah buried in the fronds of fern, and the air was soft and balmy. Yet her hand, kerchief was held to her eyes, and she was certainly weeping as if her heart would break.
 MT. Weeks.remembered how kindly she had comforted him on the foregoing day, and he felt that he could not leave her to indulge in her sorrow alone. He must try to comfort her. She had al open letter in her hand, and he now came forward and asked her to tell hin the cause of her trouble.
 "Oh, Mr. Weeks, '' she said s'It il cowardly and wrong in me to give way so." She struggled to check her sob: and in a few moments became more composed. Then she said:
 ..'''I. have4just learned that my little fortune has been swept away"
 She went on to explain that her busi ness agent had persuaded her to allow him to make some investments for hel that had resulted most disastrously, anf that she was now almost penniless. Int very small sum that might be saved would not suffice to keep her above want.
 ''I am only unnerved by this sudde1 news," she said, with faint smile e shall soon be stronger and braver. was governess for one year before married, and shall go back to teach ing. No doubt it will really be the bes thing for me. What does it matter?'
 MT. Weeks was overcome with con cern and pity. He could not bear thu ! such life of drudgery.
 ''She is no longer young, he said tt himself, land it will be cruelty harc for her.. He was silent long time He had an ample fortune and no onC but himself to think of When at las he spoke, it was to endeavor to persuade Mrs. Stanton to accept loan, the hal of his fortune, anything If only sht would allow him to provide for her com fort But she rejected all his generous offers firmly and gracefully.
 "No," she said, ''I could not possibly allow you to assist ne, although fully appreciate your great kindness. Blu there must be no inequality between friends, and cannot be under so grea an obligation to any one"
 She persisted ill saying that she mus leave the cure soon and make arrange ments for her future life as a teacher At last he left her and went to take long stroll by himself. He went to th' top of hill that they had often climbed together and then sat down to think The idea of losing his friend filled hin with alarm. As he pictured to himsel what life would be without her, as h' recalled all her sweet words and ways something new seemed born in his heart.
 It had only needed this last expert ence, this longing pity which made hin yearn to comfort her, to enlighten hi mind as to the real state of his feelings
 ''I love her!" he cried aloud. 1T can not give her up"
 And now the whole character of thC man seemed to change. He was no lon ger the difident, irresolute, shrinking young fellow that he had been. He wa' a man, with a mans strong will.
 He sprang rapidly down the hill anc returned to the cure. At last he reached she spot where the happiest hours of hi life had been passed. Mrs. Stanton was still there. He went boldly up to her.
 'Mrs. Stanton" he said as he seated