The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-05-05

TSr6,, where he sat Prof. hellel 'Ou''
GO, beautiful evsr-un9alatlns streteh e
n gre,n mradows, dotted with IN.
dorker green Of the trees, and in th'
ar distance the everlasting hills ma
4astlealIy grand on the soft puTp!,
beauty Of their vast rolling outline.
The very air seemed redolant Of child
ism days. To be cure, to his yearnint
memory the SKY ssemed infinitely blueF
the grass moro joyously graeH' IN tha'
for.oa German town, YET 1t was the
same sky the same luyuriani grass. Az
,npRablc longing rose strong in him t1
COO II al again-ths quaint old town
vim its broad "lindenaiie," its litte
"hofsarlen." it's plump. rosy-cheeKed
"madchen.p He had worked hard ana
now in the winter OF life success had
won rest for him and wealth Yes
next year, II life
come back to Erin. Mavoarneah,
uayourneen. Joyously sweet and
clear nearer and nearer came the
voice. Tn, professor sat motlonless'
listening with hated breath. lest he lose
SYLLABLE Of that sweet old song, sung
IN that sweet young voice. AS the voice
ceased, he looked out Coming toward
Tho house. balancing in either hand a
f1amlng pail Of milk, was a young girl.
Even ere the song was finished harsh,
ursd voice called sharply Come, Beth,
don't veil so. You'll wake baby; and
Two been an hour getting her to sleep.
Hurry and set the table"
The professor gruntcd scornfully,
"H'm, Yelling. It is, The voice ofGn
angel Music: l escape 1t not even
here. I'll walt and listen
The world was two months older In
10 the best parlor shone the afternoon
sunshine. playing gicefuiif On walls
that seemed 10 shrink from the unae-
customed glare. In one of the prim
straight backed chairs, at the front
windows. sat Prof Helfen, while oppo-
site at the other window sat weary.
sad-faced woman, tearing idly at the
red wooden curtain tassel that had new
or before been treated so roughly.
my good woman, think She has u
fortune in her voice. She has voice
in thousands gem. But it is in the
rough; it needs polishing-years of it;
and It must be polished gently. Then
1t VIII shine-oh, docb!"
over in the corner n slim, dark-eyed
girl hung brokan-b rcathed on their
words. Oh, to see this world; to have
the dreams she had dreamed come true!
Here in this little New England village
she had lived seventeen years in and
out filed with the same daily tasks.
tasks that ever since the power of
thought and Imagination had grown
stronger in her had been lightened by
dreams Of the world she read Ola
world she peopled with good King Ar
thurs gallant Sir Launcelots and fair
GuIniveres. She found herself listen
ms again.
yes, listened and planned" the pro-
fessor's quick voice was saying, land
you-you refusew
A silence, that seemed to the girl full
Of strange bright sounds clashlng one
another nolselessly. till they met in one
elash-"Yas, yes: she can SO. but bring
has back, bring her back; I've seven.
but can't spare her forever" Then
somehow Beth found herself in her
mothers arms, who, for once in her life
of habitual self-control had given
away. And so the ultlmatum went
forth. Beth was to SO.
out in the garden twilight was fall
ing; the beautiful tender sky-colors
were slowly fading Into the dusk of
night. the very air, full OF the scent Of
the bay, was caress. The very peace
OF It seemed a mockery to Paul as he
stood before her; how could everything
be so sereaely beautiful while he was
tasting the bitterness of life? He could
not put it into any fine phrases. this
desolateness OF his. He felt only that II
this love should be taken out OF his life
the whole worth OF his life was gone.
you say you'll remember. Beth, but
you won't-you won't; I know It as If
years had already passed"
Only a boy in years, yet mans pain
had aged the stern young face. The
pain in his voice touched the girl look
ing up at him.
I'm work hard, Bath by fall I'm go
lag to the city with Lawyer Boote. I
heard the professor tell you you could
Not love; art had no room for love.
Beth. don't let him teach you to. forget
me. When he gives you such lessons as
that, let what 1 say now so III your
mind that there win be room for moth
ing else. love you. Beth. and some
day you viii be my wife. Perhaps Il
you hadn't been going away. I should
never have had the courage to tell you.
at least for years. But I'm glad You
know"
For years. since they had been school
children together, Beth and Paul had
been chosen companions. It was al
ways Paul who had dragged Beth home
from the village school, Paul who had