New-York tribune., 1902-07-20

Then he turned his horse into a gateway, and
the quiet beauty of the place made her forget
her silence.
Whose house is this?'
Mine" he answered, curtIy. IF you will
come in for a moment will do he rest on
foot. As to visit the injured Widow
Morris, | may as well take her the receipt for
her rent
She did not cross his threshold willingly, but
having done so, she would have been artist
II an interior so rich in oak carving-so quaint
~ fashioned and adorned with the grace Of i
day that is fed-had not appealed to her strong
iy- The place vas neither stately nor grand
but Just homely in The best and most delicious
sense or the word. and no ideal of hers could
have improved upon it,
But she forgot art on approaching the win
dow, from which the ground fell softly away into
the smiling valley The west wind greeting her
was as though it had been waited across violet
beds, and the white lilac showed delicately
against the vividness of crimson Nav. But tbe
humming happy bees had richer spoil than
either knowing just where the sweetpeas could
peep over the sheltering wall, and they were
many colored as Joseph's coat.
So for few merciful moments she forgot
everything save the beauty with which she was
surrounded, and in those moments Narn-peaCe-
tul' happy little Narn-stOle into her heart for
ever and nestled there just it nestled into the
warm protecting hills. AT his brusque summons
she turned heavily away
rs it possible that you can live here-here
where everything seems to preach the love OF
God-and yet have so hard heart toward His
poor? | wonder how many gentle kindly souls
have moved about this house; | should think
there must be many footprints of angels"
know about such gentle Visitants? And together
they passed into fields that fields Of flowers.
In among the moving grass-almOst ready for
the reapers-the great white daisies stood thick
~, and over the higher ground, where the young
corn springing vigorously I'D hoyered Iarks
singing glOriOusly.
In the grazing meadows, where the grass was
fed down industriously by deeply contented cat
tie great dazzling patches of bIuebeIls reflected
the clOudless sky. The whole scene was purr
poetry; but they discovered prose at the very
heart Of the idyl in the shape of bluff yeoman
mod Il. faIg.a
OF the animals which munched so happily near
With an effort h. Wrcnched away his eyes to
pass the ume OF day. and then they returned
lovingly 70 the object of his admiration
MIrnen, sir; you be come Just lucky TO see
'hr last or the hul!iok IN warrant youH not see
finer butcher beast in the whole market"
II" gay" a poke here and prod there. TO show
the animals unlimited capacities for beef. and
his employer looked critically on.
1T Is "a very fair bullock-yery fair indeed
You remember. Warren. you thought il would
better"
The bainn gave grudging assent
IA always been used to the other and soma
cattle is like some folks. No matter what you do
or what You don't do they Will fatten 20 sp,d
Have You got another dog vetc'
Warren shook his head sorrowfuny
NO amt sir. I've had the refusal of many.
but one 10 match what I've lost is hard To come
by spoSe YOU wouldn't believe that | miss ic
almost like a child and sometimes o. nights
Zlm hear ~ scratching AT L dairy door
There We're almost tears in the mans ewes
and after leaving him Nora turned ScathngIy
upon her companion
"Of course. ne cannot know how cruel You
haN" been, or he would not speak So nicely 10
you?'
WHY did YOU not ask hime He was there 20
speak for himself As % speaking nicely hI
must do that 20 ms face whatever he does be-
hind NY back: he has "a wife and family"
by this time they hal crossed the Stilv. and
We're in the Htu- hamlet of about half dozeh
cottages
Elrn to The rrejuIl.rd eye they looked come