Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-12-08

rightly know hew yew be-"
A stranger to these Parts for many
years. My name was Steele--Hubert
Steele-when | lived about here
Steele All, my memory amt what il
was. I'm going on eight-four year conc
Michaelmas, y see, an l forget names
an such like"
Can have a bed here to-nighfe~
All. that yew can. I'll just cali M
gran 'darter," the old man replied. RISING
with the help Of his stick. and hobblins
to the back door, which. when opened,
disclosed Il vista of mead0wlaIds and
haystacks. Liza, Liza he called in
there mawther gone? AFTER them chaps
Liza
He hobbed out of sight, and Lord Fare
haven SAT himself on the warm sofa that
ne remembered to have stood in the same
place twenty years ago-when Gabriel
Roife had been a hale old man with a
face like ruddy pippin and with a
hearty voice
Liza came in presently. a shy gill of
some sixteen years. and from her he
learned a good deal of the changes time
had wrought in the little village She
fetched him a mug of ale from the cellar
and, at his bidding, drop of rum for the
0ctOgeaaran, who had reappeared in IL
breathless state. Then he ordered some
dinner To be prepared for him. and
strolled out into the village street and
toward the church
The old church at Brentwell stands on
slightly rising ground and commands All
extensive view of the broad fen land
Lord Farehayen leaned upon the low
stone wall that skirts the churchyard.
gazing at the sacred edifce, while his
boyhO0d memories crowded thick and
fast around him. He remembered Just
Z r.su.
side his mother in the old w0rm-eaten
oak pew, listening indoently to the serv-
ice. with his attention wandering ever
and again to Pleasance Greenacre. sit
ting on the other side Of the aisle. some
times turning her gray eyes shyly TO
meet his, and n shaft of golden light
striking through the west window. turn-
ing her long, fair hair into living flame.
How he had adored her-twenty years
ago. He wondered if she were al.ve-a
wife and mother perhaps; and wonder
ing still, entered the iron gate and walked
among the green graves. some with
stones mt their head, so;.sr neglected and
forgot ten. In one corner he came upon
Il little tiower-covered grave. surrounded
with white stones, and having cross ut
the head. 1t bore these words
TO the memory of Pleasance Greenacre,
who died on Easter Day. 1885.
The setting sun shone full upon the
SUM-. dS III NtdIS SOiP IN II 1luu SnbHe
ON Pleasance Greenacre's golden hair
1t was Sunday afternoon and Mrs.
Narney had strolled into Kensngton gar-
dens, preferring the shade of the trees
to her drawing roOm--a view shared en-
tirely by the two fox terriers who ac-
compan!ed her.
She found Il comfortable shady seat.
and settled herself down to think: and
hon r.. Of I .,s,l
She called him Hubert to herself, be-
cause he had been Hubert when he was
her brothers greatest chum. in the days
before he went to India. Hubert Steele
had been her ide&,, md Lord Farehaven
did not fall far short of it. She had
been very glad to meet him again, more
glad than she cared to acknowledge
and he had seemed glad, too. Looking
up she saw him approaching, and her
pulses quiCkened.
II learned you were in the gardens, :
he said. seating himself at her bidding,
so decided to follow YOU
Il hardly expected you today or any
one, and so | brought my poor ,loggies
out for rum they hate London. Have
YOU been away ! half thought YOU
would be at the opera last night. Ethel
and | looked in vain for you
Il ran down into the country for
day, ON Friday, and only returned at 5
last evening" -s--ss-F
She remembered the picture
And is il like what it waSy'
Like and unlike. 1t all seems so I'M
real-lile tale that is told
know that feeling-as though one
had been some enc else in those far-oif
days The past never satisfies me. Some
people live in the past; think the pres
ent is the happiest time. 1t is Il mistake
to treasure M dead rose leaves when the
roses bloom every year.
And yet the scent of the dead leaves
is sweet
Not so sweet as the freshly gathered
roses from the garden.
Lord Farehaven looked gravely at her.
We may net all pluck them" he said.
Perhaps it is because we do not dare
or do not care" she replied softly
GLADYS. he said. taking her little
glovcd hand in his own. win Won show
me where to gather the roses?' Mainly
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