The daily sentinel., 1900-12-26

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"And you?" said. | know not what
said, but soon | asked her name, and
she told me it was Eve.
"And this is Paradise" / answered,
looking through the leaves of the old
apple tree at all the beauties of the
garden.
Then we talked. OF what? OF every
thing. OF solitude, of friendship, of
books; l fear of Canada-and of love.
Then she bade me go, and l could
not. Nor would 1 if l could; and
when at length / obeyed her and was
about to go she bade me stay.
| So l stayed, and soon had moored
! my canoe and stood upon her lawn.
l cannot tell how l of all men-modest
almost to bashfulness-could have
done so, but L did.
OF the flowers that grew wild there
by the waters edge l made her a
crown, and this | put upon her tangl
/ ed golden hair.
Two roses that | had not seen be-
fore bloomed on her face and she ran
over the lawn into her fathers house.
But 1 could not leave: l could not!
1 looked for her, but she did not come.
, Once l saw the curtains of a window
drawn aside and her face peering out
at me, but she would not come again.
Well, l stayed that was all! How
1 had the impudence to do so l cannot
tell-but l could not go.
| She was a long while indoors.
heard her at the piano. l knew it was
her touch, though l had never heard
her before, but | was confident it was
she. Besides, now and then the piano
stopped suddenly and l saw by the
movement of the window curtains that
she was peeping to see whether 1 had
gone.
| AT last / grew ashamed of my in
trusion, az |, STOPPING from under the
| fruit-coV | branches of the old ap-
| pie vent to my canoe, unfast-
en- .oorings, and was about to
| witt w.
But as luck would have it, just as
| l was about to get into the canoe she
came out to me across the lawn. Her
| gesture to me was that l must go. |
said what felt, regardless of all order,
| VI Ill Eve, Sdlu, pas
sionately, you do not know me, nor
| who am, nor l you, but | know this,
that l love you. Yes, love you, and
shall love you forever Your heart is
my Eden. Do not shut the gates of
this. my earthly paradise. | must,
must see you again, and l will! Say
that l may
| She looked down and blushed.
May II" faltered.
She did not reply. But her silence
was better answer than words
"When?"
Tomorrow"
| She looked SO pretty when she said
it that l was about to dare yet more.
had the temerity to formulate the
idea that l would take her in my arms
and steal from her lips a kiss when
heard shout:
'Hullo, old chap! Is that you?"
| l looked up.
What, Fry?" l cried. "Is it Fry?
1t is, by all that's wonderful
I'm awfully sorry, my dear chap
| that 1 couldn't join you on the river
| today. Abominably uncivil you must
L w
you knew my sister"
He looked at her and he looked at
me. l think we were both blushing.
But you do know each other, don't
you?" he said, for we both looked so
awkward that he seemed to think that
he had made some faux pas.
'Oh, yes,'' l said, 1--WE know each
other,' and I stole look at Eve. The
glance she gave me was grateful
one.
Three months afterward there was a
river wedding, and as we were rowed
away from church in galley manned
by four strong oarsmsn l handed her
out of the canopied boat to her fathers
lawn the wedding bells rang out mer-
rily, for Eve and l were man and wife,
and gave her a husbands kiss under
that old apple tree.-Chicago Tribune.
1t is said that the new Haverlys Mas
tadon Minstrels carries more scenery
than any other similar organization in
the world. This company is larger and
better than any other, and besides George
Wilson, the original Big Four, Gardner
& Hunt, Dan Altman and ten other CON-
edians, a vocal corps of twelve and or