The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1896-12-18

IooSeu away AT une growing nlneneIis, ana
the thoughts of each wandered all tender
ly to the 'some one else. "
"She is SOL he began in gentle musing,
"Ah, yes, tell me of her. :"
"She lives far from here, but some day
when l tell her
"You have not yet told her?"
"No. 1 think she does not oven guess.
But when the timo comes, when 1 am
able''-
"Ah. yesl All, yesl 1 can understand it
all so we'll
He turned and looked at her with a
gladness in his eyes which comes from a
pent up happiness and need of sympathy.
"And YOU" he asked.
alt is the same with me- or much the
same. He is far away and working. But
think that when the time comes-if l
choose
"He has not yet spokcn9"
She laughed softly.
"The days were so pleasant" sho pro.
tested. ~ did not wish to alter things. l
was capricious, and l fOilcd him. You
can underestimate am fond of him and
was misery over the telling"
And the birds overhead twittered anx-
iously of family cares and the coming of
the cuckoo, but the man and the maid had
leapcd toward friendship.
When tho nature OF man or Il maid is
such that he or she can speak with ease of
their respective lovers, the opportunity for
such glad confidence is rarely summed.
Flowers were so useful for the practice OF
the mniden's brush, SO cheering as deco
ration for her tiny homo, and the steward
was so genial ard SO ready with his koy.
. h.. ,NrF,
nues, in the murmur of that old traveller
the rill in the song of the small, time wise
birds, and the cooling in the wood pigeon.
And many times the kind young steward
and the winsume teacher met beneath the
notice board and passed through the gate
way to the peace beyond. speaking with
| placid smiles Of any things, without avoid,
| ing the topic OF their faroff, unconfessed
| lovers
And day by day the seasons slid nearer
| to one another's arms, till spring and
summer met and kissed with smiles, and
with tears that only trembled but did not
| fall, as the one sank back into the past
and the other leaped forward to the flu
ture, and the birds sang pecan of joy be.
cause they could not hold their swelling
threats, and in place of the bluebells shy
| dog roses ventured their blushing buds
then growing bolder in such Il genial
world of song spread their paling petals
| to show their golden hearts within. The
woodbine chung about tie bushes, leaving
| a ioy wheresoever it trailed, and forgetme
nots looked up with blue eyes from beside
the water, tempting the gatherer to stooT
and bring them death, and the mint turned
the air aromatic when crushed on its moist
bed by the foot that spared its loveliel
neighbor.
"There is time enough for the telling,
said the teacher half impatiently, pouting
at the realization of past and future.
"There is time enough for the telling,
echoed the steward in full agreement The
world outside the wood seemed so unnec
essary now.
The song of the blackbird was madly
joyous, the chaffinches pleaded kiss M
sweet, kiss me sweet" The wood wa!
tuneful with the chorus of hundred tim
orous fedglings and the round, ripping
MARBLE of the amorous thrush.
when the time comes began TIT
steward as prosaically as possible.
But somehow he never finished his sen
tence For he happened to glance at the
teacher, and the teacher to glance at him
and then their eyes played them tricks, fol
something leaped into them suddenly, ant
then they slowly filled with a great ant
honest surprise.
"Ohr' gasped the teacher family.
"Ohr' echoed the steward slowly.
And then the warm blood rose to theil
brows, and their tongues faltered. Blu
overhead, beyond the trees, the skies were
smiling and the eyes of the sun god twin
killed. with its mirth. Then the sounds
and the scents of the land round abou
them quickened their young pulses ant
the words in their hearts. The o. der O
the telling was unexpected, but the tint
for it had come. Chicago Tribune.