St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1896-11-20

blest work of Cod And soon, perhaps
very soon, she, too, would be forgotten.
OF course they loved her, after their fash
ion, Geof and The baby, but no ones love
was lasting after death. Why, even now
Geoi never knew when she had changed
her dress. The baby was so young that
she would soon cease to remember the
mother who gave it life. And this was
living-and nowadays no one could be
certain even OF the future.
She had now reached the banks of the
fish ponds, almost directly beneath the
monument. The old attendant was
dredging them, roofing up lilies and tear
ing them from the bottom. Soon the
pond would be dark and cherries, and
wrapped in the silence of winters frost.
The leaves were dropping from the trees,
the flowers were dying in the public
grounds. And yet the lilies and the
flowers had done their lifes work, and
she-she had done nothing.
"Maryw
The tone was so sharp and agitated
that she turned quickly.
"Geofl" she exclaimed, somewhat
startled.
He caught her arm and held it fast.
"What are you doing here alone?" he
said "What is the matter?"
Nothing" she said, smiling.
"You don't know how you looked. l
was so scared. Anything the matter,
little woman? ?"
Nothing material, dear; only spell
Of the blues"
"You are not quite WE'LL think" he
said. II have tickets tor the theatre to-
night. and | wish you to wear that
pretty little green bonnet and your blue
dress"
Mary laughed so clearly and merriy
that the old man of the pond looked up
and smiled.
my gray gown and my red bonnet, l
suppose you mean, Silly"
Yes" said Geof, with masculine as
sumption. "It's the one you look pretti-
est in, red, green or blue. | have some
friends here from Boston, and as | will
have no chance to introduce them, be-
cause their seats are so far from ours,
wish to have them see you. So don't
have the blues any more"
They walked slowly back to the CITY,
and as they reached the treasury build
ing the clerks were pouring out in an
apparently endless stream.
pretty sight, isn't it p said Geof.
Eyes. Do you ever wonder, Geof
where each will go, what he will go home
to, what life is to them all, and whether
they ever ask themselves wondering
questions as to how it will end ?"
well, no. think of them, after their
DAYS work, as anxious to get home to
wife and children"
"You are very pure minded man." re-
sponded Mary, with burst OF admira.
ton. isn't the White House lovely ?"
YES they have given it new coat of
whitewash, and it's decently clean
again"
you unpatriotic mani" exclaimed
Mary. But here are the nurse and
baby, and now we will go home to our
own Preside.
That night, as Mary poured tue tea,
she looked at Geof across the table, and
said:
ITS very pretty, isn't it?' Quite
worth living for"
What ?" said Geof, with husbands
constitutional blindness.
"Oh. the baby, and you, and the
table"
Eyes, | suppose so. A man likes to see
them when he comes home; and although
he cannot always tell just what it is that
makes home place to look forward to,
and although he doesn't always say
what he thinks about it, yet the knowl-
edge that it is there, ard that it is being
kept bright and cheerful for him, lightens
the labor of the day and makes the work