New-York tribune., 1900-07-29

was smiling upon them and the blossom was thick
upon the trees
Ronald long silent that the sunbonnet
turned him again.
You very silent" The words were half pet
uIant wholly Irresistible, for the sound of her voice
as bells at twilight.
The world is too full of happiness for words,
Doris he mused
You might at least be pleasant" she argued.
The orchard is pleasant-it is better than l."
But l like to talk"
What use is it?" he queried. You say
nothing-no one say anything in the face of a
perfect poem like this Words are mere waste,
you can only live your thanks
You like the country?
81 love the country" he answered and his voice
was low and almost tremulous. 1T gives me dreams
and thoughts"
yet" she asked wlstfully you would not live
here?"'
No"
This is your last day.
Yes my very last day Tomorrow l begin my
work All that has been Is merely a preparation.
The world and my life commence tomorrow
But Oxford"
only preparation This day. Doris. has only
been preparation
Father SAYS that you have done good work
The rector is partial. / owe him very much. He
has made me see things; he has taught me 10 un-
derstand the greatness of work. But 1t has not
been work. He has been teaching, and have been
learning. Now the work is to commence"
quvered little the blue eyes were moist with
mist of tears.
NO" he answered staring at the fee,ing clouds.
The day is perfect the blossom is on the trees.
the country is happy. SO should 1t be when man
says goodby to it. The memory will be very
dear"
But why should YOU work, Ronald? 1t you love
the country SO why not live in it always
why? Why does man leave pleasure to die
on a battledeid9 / have a gift Don't laugh ut me,
Doris; II don't think am conGeited."
IL don't laugh at you, Ronald
The kmG%edge nov % only makes IKE IL me a9 hqmhe 1 ,rs
Si5ss You see II ta thai way, Doris don't. you?H
white brim Of her bonnet very hOpelessly.
What does it matter that ! haye, money? The
..Because-6ecause the world has lessons for me.
am to teach must learn II | am to reach hearts
it shall be only the idle singer OF an empty day
| want 10 be Of use-what use can be here
You don't think of us. she said softly.
"Ah, Doris; you do not know me, l think much
stood in the place Of his old friend my father. and
70 me he seems my father @ in all truth But he sees
wo R99S hs iad @ to tR sesa @ oTo% of sSnE
and sunshine needed, Think of US, keep in
your heart alwayg but ., go We are only hamperins
on the threshold of the lasting day, Doris is a
@ she SsnG9L o es you Ola she sees only
0ny child ds IN she E PMsb W t SO low that the
A little heap cumbered her lap. She took them in
her soft cool hand and pressed them to her lips.
her feet.
II shan always hold you in sweet memory. Doris
always. shall never cease to think of my little
sister ne httle sister who has taken away the
sting OF my loneliness. shall like think OF YOU
praying for me I'm the old gray church"
II shall always pray for you The petulance had
long since fed, ana her face was set in sweet
seriousness.
Tomorrow shall begin my battle. I, seems To
me like those old knights eTrant gons forth To
fray
They. had lady for whose sake they
fought"
"Ard / nave none Nay / have. for have them
all My work shall be such that may dedlcate il