Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1900-03-15

( and there has been such a solemn cav
/: ing Of rocks
When I was child observed
Ethel, i always thought the sunshine
was of a different color on Sundays;
it seemed to have more golden, mel
low light
When she was a child, As though
she were anything else then.
He looked up into the beautiful, girl
ish face; it was so kind and sweet that
he took courage and told her how
cruelty long that week had seemed to
him, in which he had hardly seen her.
And then, they seemed such old
friends, she told him her simple story
how she had for 50 long been a pet
ted, spoiled, beloved darling, the pride
Of her fathers life: how she had ruled
| with easy, fantastic way the entire
household, and how dearly she had
loved that sway; how her love and her
affection had seemed TO fill her fathers
life; and how suddenly this happy state
OF things had ended; how her father.
having begun to find her full Of faults,
had determined to marry again, and
had left her to learn the difficult lesson
OF obedience from her future mother
| in-law.
1T seems very hard he said; Il do
sympathize with you. One can never
throw off the habit of lifetime"
So gradually, by kind, gentle words
and dellcately-v yelled expressions of
dislike to Helen Digby, he led her on
until he knew the simple story of her
lie by heart. He understood that Sir
Leonard had repented when too late of
the Indulgence with which he had
treated his daughter; he understood
that the second marriage was more for
her sake than his own--to provide her
with wise, sensible, womanly guide.
L suppose" he said, that in all your
life until now you have never been
opposed or contradiction have done
just as you would?"
She looked up at him brightly.
Papa liked my rule" she said, and
[ made every one happy"
1T pleased her to hear kind words
from him. The scene was picturesque,
the hour pleasant, the sound of those
murmured words delightful; and on
this evening Laurie Nugent said more
than he had ever said before. He told
her now how he had missed her; and
there was such ring of true passion IN
his words that proud Ethel was sub
dued as she listened.
you think, because | have known
you so short time, | must be exagger-
atlng All, no; the brightness of day,
the brightness of dawn comes with
your presence. The flowers around us
here are fair, but none are so fair as
you; the CLEAN Of the sun is bright, but
1t is not so bright as you; the sound of
your voice is sweeter than the Ginning
of those Sabbath bells, or the music of
the birds. When | look at YOU all my
life seems complete; the fairest dreams
| have ever had are realizd [ could
have Worshiped you as men of old wor-
Shlped goddeSSes.'
She smiled as she listened. He wouId
have been better pleased if her dark
proud eyes had dropped and her face
had flushed. She smiled sereneIy. as
she would have smiled at the words of
a pleasant poem, or the notes of a beau-
tiful song
sui she was not angry, and that was
one great point gained If she would
only listen to his pleadings, to all the
love stories that he knew so we'll how
to tell, he felt sure that he should win
her in time.
You can imagine how those who
have lived for months in darkness long
for the blessed light of the SUM-" he
said. 80 have longed to see YOU
She laughed low, sweet, musical
laugh.
What am to you" she said. that
you should wish to see me?'
He looked up into her face with
glance that stirred the depths of his
heart.
What are you to mel" he echoed.
Miss Gordon, all words fail me when
| try to answer that question. What
is the sun to the world, the dew to the
flowers, sweet dropping rain to thirsty
plants? What is grateful shade to
sun7scorcned traveller, the sight of land
to a storm-tossed sailor? What are
you to met If from sunrise to sunset
[ sat and spoke to you of nothing else,
l could not tell you what you are to me. >
To be continued.