New-York tribune., 1903-04-18

one evening In early summer Now ana again she
flowers were almost all sweetness and joy in life
Her life had been sorrow all through: now. when
tI she pegan 10 hope she might be within measura
mad come 10 her unknown hitherto in her stormy
aro1 Sorne1n @ AKIN TO pleasure she felt al the
the small shoots working through the ground and
Iacb ,Iaa unIoiuIhs OF Iea1 ana quo 10 hoWeT
@ Edch plant was nursing. each separate plot the
result OF work and economy. And Sylvia Milvain
earth's goods had been taken from her stii enough
tq Ts1 Ceen left TO make one little garden beautiful
three he rooms. bat these were delicate and dainty.
ana aha me walls of her little bed chamber were white
EVE EVE who had had riches with sorrow. now ac-
A man walked through the woods which surround
co 90 tne tny cottage. and came straight up TO the
tween its candytuft and ivy Ieafed gsranium to
E Eoere me fair woman sat at her spinning wheel
Put age had FORGOTTEN her being mercIful to some:
was was dressed Ike Quakeress rather than peas
ant: IN plain, straight. gray gown: white 1chu.
absolutely white. except for her mouth which had
not lost the red Of her grlhood; and the eyes were
upward toward the level brows.
All this the man noted he stood with his hand
on the latch and the slenderness Of her figure and
or her arms and wrists. as she paused in her spin
and she. being a lonely woman in a cottage. per-
haps had some momentary thrill Of fear at his ap-
But he was old. she thought and she saw that
village. so Mrs Milvain spoke
DO you want to find Westford Lees? It is nearly
7 am very tired he said. simply. and leaned
with his arms the garden gate
OF the garden and Mrs. Mvain waited. wondering
very tired and worn wayfarer and she saw on his
scanned brown face the marks Of much & t9h and
she could never grow old. the wayfarer looked as
''Wiii you come and rest here?' she said and
went herself to open her gate. and he followed her
She. going on before: could not see the expres;
TaptuTe anxtafV Tt bs said 1otbng til tbe were S.r
inside her cottage-a little passage. with a pTim-
kitchen door. For 1t was really a kitchen. with
stone floor and red brick fireplace and oven. and
brick hearth. beside which Persian kitten lay
eoiled up on a sheePskin rug In contrast to the
backed chairs. were the embro derry frame a gold
a pair of silver handled scissors On the plain un-
vanished oak table stood bowl Of howeTs , and
curtains worked in crewels. and wide window seats
while she prepared the tea. She realized at once
that he was not a common wayfarer: his speech
of the other though she lived in cottage kitchen
and he vas tired shabby wanderer @ of OF the Eoses
beside the fireplace over her table and within
reach of her, hand when she sat in her straight
'Ah. that Keats-you'- He stopped at her look
Sylvia saw him turning over the leaves Of -s a
little first EDITION OF keatss GoeaS se1 Z nf tb sie
and echoed it as he replaced the little volume
DO you live all alone here?" he asked .,..
II live alone, except for my little servant DuI l
ws7t seFo8F for s0gr %g SON
Yes. he is away; but he is On his way home
where do all mothers sons go now she said.
ing home. He has done well"
That" said the stranger gravely' l can De-
why" she asked.
61 dh soft er Psh asa6 on fSs He d 0 s but
abEg9tly loos anor+ vop- room, You have be.ut-
full things. Somehow it seems to me you are living
"oh. not a Whim, Stern necessity But have
kept few treasure. from my sITI IdoiGg a1ys at wss
given to me BY the friend Of my youth-so long
ago: he used TO read to me Do you ever rT Tsds
6PssTy 66Pssryynigfted fI Decenber?''
she SET the tea on the oak table m II ISa,sr %aS an t
tray the cut glass jug Of milk, the Old curved
no5TG b II5rf loaf the honevcomb The evening
came through the unshaded window, ana dit lit Up up
curtain so that the light should not dazzle MS
All the while he watched her eagerly and Won
dering: and she poured out the tea and Waitea on
him IN her beautiful unconventional ty- HE was a
stranger. and she took him in''-that was eHoUoN
for HeT- -as+ here v-bfIe2' he said. when the
shadows heightened and the little maid came IN anu
SCI 0b Ine @ she said unfalterinEIy for strange
fancy had risen in her heart and drew her 70 the
''5lfI' VIII you so on spinning? It rest to ne to
watch you. So few women spin row. -tas, Che
at was my erandmother's spinning wneeI 4 a ecT
taught ne 10 spin when was child Have you
no 9one, 9oIIs am Ganderer on the face Of the
earth: but not like Cain through crime otL La-
f5s fspSs Soa8 ga5y II loTeg na Iarried ls9 ' " "o
Mrs Mfivain's eyeIasheS quivered. but she dio
not look m from her spinning
Gould you not find another woman 70 MAKE
T am one Of those natures 50 constituted tina!
they only love once, never again ah1 Lo j-tJa
NsTgareta the maid coming in. Sylvia bade her
take her sewing 70 St the 205dae4 at her mistress
choosing sit alone with waytarlng man. p1e; .t4s
doe5 shg @ one of the gentiefok dressed up for
play BY which she nsaGT SGrf tIss bTeas in
which the beautiful and mysterious Mrs MIivaln I
Gad be- 6ee1 sd uFf e5 70 ETaTgliRe meeting after long
years the dying lover OF her yo0Ln, IN - +anIaa,s"
she had said and N PerhaP5 my N TernaR Ser ater s9s
eTTtisS This she he I'D the wayfarer
ETangeliue-ah. that was Longfell2w'S goern;
suppose we all have our ideals: Eyangeii!ne was
nv ideal of the beautiful Puritan maiden
i little sketch Of a girls head in water colors
IT7 naTgS wavS hair parted on her forehead under
with seadfast wistfulness under tne 3 sVsi o[e"f -
syiyfa saw G6S wayfarers eyes glance from the
!f Wonder if You would have recognized it. she
.@You are very little changed" he said; and
then; after pause Tr9 @ Sn21 Snat difference Mrs
Arrai1 answered. but without coqueJry-mereIy
as stating a melancholy but inevitable fact -. -,
sTime has its favorites-its spoiled children. ne
answsrsd aG SIN her delicate fingers held the spinning
thread aud her foot trOd the spinning peCaI ana
he wing back against cushion: wondered Wnetner
Earth Would ever show him again so fair and rest
fUl n picture - ,.,,,o a sLadov-v
g-r~a against the window. The last SUNBEAM nae
liz her hair with good night kiss MaTgaIet s
- ms in and threw logs the ire, ana sun Jhe
vyavfarer fingered. and still sylvia gave nm IN, no
~ mat she was weary Of him Ana great
Silence fen Perhaps she thought he slept