The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-06-18

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her mother had wished it. Her
mother had taught her French and
little music. Music and drawing
were the best things, she thought,
but she liked some books. She
owned that it was lonely at the inn.
81 am glad you camc," she confess
ed frankly.
Jeanne" said Philip, 'I heard
you humming line or two of 'Ja-
dis bcforc supper, didn't L? wish
you would sing it to me-" She
agreed at once, crossing the room to
a little cottage piano, rather n worn
oat instrument, but still piano.
The melody, plaintivc, gentle, child
ish, of Jcanne's sweet voice and the
sadness Of the words, wAA their
quaint, pcnsivc refrain, did not miss
their effect
For nothing further here burn:
Joy once lost cannot return.
My heart asks only TO be blessed
With an everlasting rest.
lie thanked her. He had liked
that very much. "Why," he asked,
"wcrc you startled when you saw
mc?"
because you arc a dream come
true. I saw your face in a dream
last night as clearly rs I see you
now. All this time l have been feel
ing rs if l had known you before"
Really" he said. lie had not
quite believed it. GLOW many
things come true! One says things
about the shortncss of time or the
certainty Of death so often that
they lose all meaning. Then, when
one grows old or lies dying, the plat.
itudes get to have terrible force;
they come true"
She was struck by that She kept
her eyes fixed on his, and he kept
on talking to her. lie did not as
the time wore on always mean quite
so much rs he said, and she meant
much more than she said. That is
common difference between n man
and woman on such occasions. It
seemed to her that now for the first
time she really lived.
After Jeanne had said good night
Philip had some chat with her IA
ther about her.
81 expect that she will be engag-
cd very soon, SIR" he said. GA
young man called William
Banks-is anxious and has spoken
to me, and she likes him"
'Now, I wonder" thought Philip
as he went upstairs, "why she never
even limited that to me. M-yes, I
Sec"
Next morning after breakfast he
went away, taking with him a few
forgctmcnots, a pleasant memory
and just the faintcst possible feel
ing Of remorse. They all faded.
Jeanne had seemed so quiet and
depressed OF late that her father, in
order to cheer her up, had invited
Mr.. William Banks to spend the
evening.
Mr.. Banks was a small shopkeep-
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be no mean wag by those who knew
him. Yet he felt unable to cheer
her up. "Supposing We had a bit of
a toon, Jenny" he suggested at
last.
She was quite docile. She played
one thing after another. Suddenly
she began "Jadis."
"I don't understand French my
SELF" Mr. Banks remarked, "but the
words of a song don't matter" She
had never thought much about the
words herself before. But now
Since no more his love be
Nothing further pleases me-
Her voice faltercd little, but
she sang on to the end of the verse
Ny heart nsks only to be blessed
With nm everlasting rest.
Yes, the song had "come true"
Just there she gave way and began
to cry little.
A week aftcrward Mr.. Banks an
nounc ed that his attentions to Miss
Hill were at an end.