The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1898-08-19
IN THE SHADOW.

llN ILL pIIhDONs
"But you know" said Kate Howard,
with an air of saucy frankness that
would have been intolerable insolence
in any one less piquantly beautiful
than herself, you're only the village
schoolmaster, Mr.. Fairgrove!"
Mr.. Fairgrove stood leaning against
the rustic bars with folded arms-a
tall. fine-looking man of six or seven
and twenty.
Yes he said quietly, Il know / am
only the village schoolmaster, but
what of that? Am l never to advance
any further in the world, or does the
fact debar me from aspiring to any of
the gentler feelings of humanity?"
NO" said Kate, ''but village school,
masters can't give their brides brown
stone houses and carriages and CASH
mere shawls, and those are precisely
the things that are essential to my
happiness"
II did like him little," she said,
half aloud, as she rose up finally, "and
If he had only been rich--but what
nonsense! | thought | was too practi-
cal to spend my time in foolish dreams
like this!"
And Kate Howard strolled back to
the house--the antiquely-built farm
house where she was getting back the
roses that season in New York had
temporarily stolen from her cheeks.
beauty belle, she valued herself
at her highest market quotation, and
had no idea of sacrificing herself on
any altar that was not inlaid with
gold,
Herbert Fairgrove walked until mid
night in the old woods, asking himself
what he had done, that thus his life
was blighted.
81 will live this down." he NUT
tered to himself. 81 will rise above it
but, oh! if she had only given me
word of hope!"
The next day he went to take charge
of school in Vermont-and when he
returned in the autumn time, Kate
Howard and the roses had vanished !.
1t was several years subsequent to
the scene under the apple boughs, that
Fairgroye was sauntering UP Broad
way. village schoolmaster" no long
er, but New York lawyer, brilliantly
successful in his profession.
He turned into a side street, and,
pausing at boot and shoe store, Are
hose boots done?" he asked, with a
good-humored nod to the knight of the
last and leather, as he sat down at the
counter.
Eyes, sir, l expect 'em in every min
lite please to wait just one second,
| SIR
"All right" And Mr.. Fairgrove
took up the evening paper and began
| 20 glance carelessly up and down it's
columns
Here's them shoes as was left to be
mended," observed leather-aproned
youth, rising out of trap-door like a
demon on the stage, "and if they's
sent to be mended many more times
there won't be much of the 'riginal
material left to work on"
1--WE don't generally do this kind of
work, sir" observed the man, as he
/ saw Fairgrove's glance, but it's for
young 'ooman as binds shoes for us,
md has pretty hard work to get along,
because of bedridden father
/ He had scarcely more than reached
he middle of the second column when
ae heard voice, sweet and low and
strangely familiar in its accents:
.sAre the boots mended? Oh, thank
you, sir! have brought the bundle of
work, and"
She stopped suddenly, recoiling a
pace or two, for Kate Howard had rec
ognized Herbert Fairgrove.
As beautiful as ever while the red
cheeks, a trifle paler and less dimpled
han of yore, were all that betrayed
The cruel waste of time and trouble.
Herbert rose and took both her hands
| n his.
you remember me, Kate?'
"Oh, Mr. Fairgrove, l could not
blame you if you had forgotten me-"
"Your boots are done, SIR said the
/ shoemaker, officiously interposing, and
/ Fairgrove sat quietly waiting until the
asst conner had transacted her whis-
i )ered business and received a bundle
If fresh work Then he reached out
lis hands for it.
let me carry it for you, Kate?"
"You don't know what a poor place
live in now, Mr.. Fairgrovei"
/ "And | don't care. Give me the par
lei, Kate!"
She obeyed, but the color went and
/ .ame in painful flushes on her cheeks,
! Is she walked beside him.
"You are poor, Kate?" he asked, af-
er moments silence.
"Very.'
And your husband?''
Il am not married." she answered in
low tone.
"Then, Kate, / have come back to
rou just in time. am no longer
,illage schoolmaster!"
do not remind me of my arrogant
| oily" she said, slightly wincing.
But. on the contrary" he went on,
L have grown rich and prosperous.
Kate, will you let me lay my wealth
ind fame at your feet once more?"
She stopped and looked with wistful
,ntreaty into his face.
4 "Do you love me still, Herbert? or is
only pity that prompts your words? 2"
Darling" he whispered, so low that
he words foated into her senses on
he merest possible tide of sound, II
lave never ceased to love you since
We parted under the old apple tree!"
And the little boots never came back
be patched any more, and the hum
Try hearts were full, and Kate How
I'd had her carriage and her cashmere
hawls after all. Perhaps she didn't
leserye them, but do we all get our
leserts in this world?
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