Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-01-14

hind the veil of the future, making
short exultant trips into the realms OF
the possible.
I'm not good enough for him yet.
not yet. But, oh, what can't a woman
make of herself for the man she loves.
And / do love him. I dol do"
She buried her face in her hands and
laughed softly and ~joyously. 1t was so
sweet to think that, day in and day out,
he would be there-there for her to
hear his voice, to listen for his foot
step, to minister to his comfort! He
was not like any man she had ever
known. He made her feel so ignorant
and clumsy, and foolish, as If her whole
life had been wasted, as if she ought to
begin all oyer again to learn and to
unlearn.
But 7 can do it. Oh, / can do it,
and / am so thankful for the money
that will help. If it cant make me his
equal-can't make me good enough for
him, / don't care what becomes OF it
OF me. ca, I've just begun to live!
Dear Lord. I haven't had a happy
life. Forgive me the past that was
my fault, and teach me how to forget
the fault that belonged to others. But,
oh, whatever else you grant me-make
me worthy to be loved by him-him-
my new friend"
1t wal a prayer flowing straight
from a heart as guileless as a child's.
For fifteen years she had lived under
the shadow of that simple abiding
faith which believes that if we ask We
shall receive
The Farindales never doubted the
goodness of Providence. When his
only child was taken from him. old
John Farindale still believed that he
must have asked amiss or he would
have surely received. When he was
taken in his turn. his wife simply
asked that she might go, too, now
that John and Sadie had been taken"
The unfaltering faith of the Farindales
made a deep impression upon Harriet's
untutored mind. 1t was all she had
ever known of religious instruction.
They had told Der to ask and she
would receive. That morning with all
her heart and soul and brain, she ask
ed that the browning Joy Of a strong
mans love might be hers.
Would she receive ?
She lost all count of time. The u
came up behind the house and sent a
food of golden light down the rocky
footpath. Out of the yellow mists
Fielding came toward her. coming
back to her unbiddeni She accepted
1t as an omen of good. and greeted
him with a luminous smile. Mrs. Nc
Nab projected a sour visage into their
presence.
I'D be obliged to you, then, Mis-
Murnette, If you'd recollect that I've
got a days ierning on hand, and I'd
like to get the brekfes' off my hands"
Behind Mrs. McNab's broad shout
ders Milly's slim figure appeared.
81 was in hopes Mrs. Monette would
give us one more tune before she laid
aside the cornet."
"Oh, you'll get tired OF the old cornet
and of me, too. before very long. I'm go
ing to learn the piano. I've got such a
dreadful deal to learn"
She was flushed and excited and fol-
lowed the irate Mrs. McNab into the
breakfast room, feeling sure that Fielding
had come back from his walk by the creek
'ssttled in his mind"
She made a very pretty picture at the
read of the table and chartered as gayly
and inconsequently as a little child.
by the way, I haven't told you yet how
we get letters out here. We do get them
sometimes, not often. Mr.. Farindale used
to write tolerably often to business men
I'm New York. I haven't got any friends
and no kin. This is the day Jimmie takes
letters out to Tenbridge. If you've got any
to send, he'll be starting about two hours
from now"
Then 1 must make short work to my
breakfast. / ought to send half a DOZEN"
said Fielding, taking his place at the
table.
You'll find Mr.. Farindale''s desk just as
ne left 1t. I guess you'll want to look over
the books at your leisure. I'll see if the
ink-stand's full" said Harriet, busting
and nodding and trying to dispose of all
these delightful new duties with a matter