The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1895-01-25
CHAPTER X-(Jontinued.

CHAPTER X.-Continued,
'Can We wait and hear that hymn
through9'
Aye, sing it
She looked suddenly in his face.
Something IN the very tone in which
ne spoke startled her-something deep
81, more feryent, than she had ever
heard beforehand the expression IN the
steady, deep blue eyes was another rev.
citation. Alice RenWick had a woman s
intuition, and get she had not known
this man aday. The color again mount
Cd to her temples, and her eyes fell after
one quick glance.
] heard you joining in the Te
Deum, he urged. Sing once more.
/ love it. There, they are just begin
aing again. Do you know the words?''
She nodded. then raised her head, and
her glad young voice caroled through
the listening woods:
''Holy. holy, holy All
Heavens triumphant choir shall sing,
When the ransOmed nations fall
At the faotstool Of their King.
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn
Around the throne with full accord,
Holy, holy, holy LordP'
There was silence when the music
ceased. She had turned her face toward
the church, and as the melody died
away in one prolonged, triumphant
chord she still stood in reyerent atti-
tude, as though listening for the words
Of benediotion. He, too, was silent, but
his eyes were fixed on her. He was So,
she not 20, He had lived his soldier
life wifeiess; but, like other soldiers, his
heart had had its rubs and aches in the
days gone by. Years before he had
thought life black void when the girl
he fancied while yet he wore the aca-
demic gray calmly told him she preferred
another. Nor had the intervening years
been devoid Of their occasional yearn-
ings for a mate Of his own in the isola-
ton Of the frontier, of the monotony Of
garrison life. but fitting fanoies had
left no trace upon his strong heart. The
love Of his life only dawned upon him
at this late day when he looked into her
glorious eyes, and his whole soul went
cut in passionate worship of the fair
girl whose presence made that sunlit
lane heaven. Were he to live a thou
sand years, no scene on earth could rival
IN his eyes the love haunted woodland
pathway wherein, like forest queen, she
stood, the sunshine and leafy shadows
dancing over her graceful form, the
goldenrod enhancing her dark and
glowing beauty, the sacred influences of
the day throwing their mystic charm
about her as though angels guarded and
shielded her from harm. His life had
reached its climax. His fate was sealed.
His heart and soul were conferred in one
sweet girl, and all in one brief hour in
the woodland lane at Sabl0n.
She could not fail to see the deep
6lhQI1on III MS eyes as at last she turned
to break the silence.
"shall we go?" she said simply.
cit is time, but I wish we could re-
main,
"You do not go to church very often
at Sibley, do your
81 have not heretofore, but you would
teach me to worship" "You have
taught me, he mutterea below his
breath as he extended hand to assist
her down the sloping bank toward the
avenue. She looked up quickly once
more, pleased, yet shy, and shifted hen
great bunch of goldenrod so that she
could lay her hand in his and lean upon
its steady strength down the incline,
and SO, hand in hand, with old Dobbir
ambling plaoidly behind, they passed
ont from the shaded pathway to the
glow and radiance Of the sunlit road.