The Worthington advance., 1900-12-07

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too serious TO suit her gay tanciesands
too absorbed II new ideas for his book
TO pay her the attentions she loved so
dearly to exact, from every man, and:
especially from her husband.
Let us 60 home to town, she sid ]
suddenly. II am 20 tired sof roaming
in this out-of-the-way place, Wilfred.
and there Is .still % much going on u
hear. You must have got lots Of ideas.
now, I am sure. !" She Laughed gleefully.
as she spoke. The murmur of the:
streets seemed already in her ears, and
the aash Of silks and jewels came over
the sunlight on the grass.
He paused moment. will you not
come on little further?" he asked,
kindly, yet little wistfully.s "There
are some lovely places sinf the dale, ,sand
you would be interested in them, I
think" - G. ~. q
But she shook her head until the
diamonds in her head twinkled like
|dewdrops. You know.I am. not inter-:
ested," she said, petulantly. ''1 hate
those old people who perched castles
on the top Of hills and expect yous to
climb up and see them. Do let us go
back" %s@ sts fssssSss =
They had reached the iych-gats
now, and girl was entering it from
the other side where their carriage:
his wife's carriage-with it's beauti-
ful bays stood waiting: The sunlight
fell on her quiet black gown and her
soft hair as she passed under the
quaint oaken structure and then she
lifted her eyes, and sudden light
flashed into them and then died very
gently again. s:s:s. Es.:.esss M ii yl IL. :.
The mans face grew White il the.
shadow of the leafy elms, but his wife
chattcred on in her; high :, pretty voice
and noticed nothing Of his, rallor.
And then as they met he advanced
quietly to meet the girl-as quietly
as II they had never parted in bitter,
bitter sorrow-the one brave and
ready TO sacrifice herself for his sake,
the other.. as he said to himself bit
terly enough, q coward and a craven.
And now they met again in the soft
sunshine Of the autumn day, with the
first few: lsaves: falling. golden-tint:
7 ed, from the tfees around. with the
blue bright sky. overhead. and the
purling Of . little stream somewhere
near, under the old gateway that
leads; to the house ofsprayer. = Z
She spoke to him very calmly and
quietly, and he introduced her to his
lovely wife, and she told the stranger
at once in her pretty, petulant voice
of her wish to 60 back to town and
it's sayeties, only Wilfred wouldn't,
he was SO cross
But the girl smiled so gently and
spoke SO :soothingly that the little
]ady's wrath melted away, and she
laughed like merry child and
straightway' invited her new friend
to pay them visit in London.
I'VE will 90 tomorrow, won't we.
Wilfred?y she said, laughingly, and
the grave-faced man answered that
her will was law. ..'..,
Eyes, we will 60 Tomorrow" he
said, when the girl had answered that
she never went to. town now.: her
father was old and needed her, care.
and that she was quite. content with
her life in the still countryside. 1::::.
II have him. and he has me-" she
said, with her peaceful smile, and the
laughing. woman before her could not
guess and would never have, realized
that this gentle=faced girl had loved
the man beside her with all her heart
fand soul, and had passed through the
deep waters alone with her sorrow. to
take up her lite again: bravely and
well. ..:-.
And then one Of the beautiful horses
claimed the pretty wife,a. attention.
and she went hurr dly On, leaving the
two together for d brief moment IN
the sunshine Of the old gate I.
~"'Forgiye me. Enid" he said. brok-
enly. "Ah! I have wronged you so;
and deserve your hatred, but forgive
me if you can" -. - ;@D::s
His face was haggard and his lips
whitened and trembled as he spoke
the few strained words. -
| But she laid her hand in his verv
gently, as If: to say good-by to dear,
dear friend forever. II have forgiven
you, DEAR" she said. II may cali YOU
that for this one last time? I have
forgiven you everything, and God keen
tyou, keep you safely, and lead you
aright!" She paused, and the great
tears rose in her calm eyes and rolled
down the pale cheeks. She loved him
SO well still, and the meeting and the
parting were very hard to bear.
And then, with one last look, she
passed. on into the loneliness Of the
still graveyard and the quiet: dead
Chicago Herald.
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Master Of the Situation.
In the days OF slavery; Abram was an
especial favorite Of his master, whom
he had served as a body-servant from
his youth. At the death of his master,
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