The Brunswick daily news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1903-1906, 1903-06-14

Nch bIOUUl, LOT mowers were almost all
Of sweetness and joy In life left to her
now
Her life had been sorrow all through;
now, when she began to hope she might
be within a measurable distance Of the
end, an acqulescence and peace had
come 10 her unknown hitherto In her
stormy life. Something akin TO pleas
ure she felt at the growing and the
thriving OF her flowers, watching the
small shoots working through the
ground and the gradual unfolding Of
leaf and bud to flower. Each plant was
nursing, each separate plot the re-
suit of work and economy. And Sylvia
Milvain often thanked God that,
though nearly all of earth's goods
had been taken from her, still enough
had been left to make one little garden
beautiful. Her cottage, too, expressed
herself; she had only three rooms, but
these were delicate and dainty, though
her sitting room was but q cottage
kitchen and the walls of her little bed
chamber were whitewashed.
Still, woman must have something
TO love, and Sylvia. who had had
riches with sorrow, now accepted pow
erty with peace.
A man walked through the woods
which surrounded the tiny cottage,
and came straight up to the wooden
gate. and looked down the tagged path
between Its candytuft and ivy leafed
geranium, to where the fair woman sat
at her spinning wheel For fair she
was, though youth had long left her,
but age had forgotten her. being merci-
fui to some; for age has its favorites,
md Sylvia WINS one. She was dressed
like Quakeress rather than peasant.
in plain, straight. gray gown:
white fichu. folded, showed white
round neck Her face was absolutely
white. except for her mouth, which
had not lost the red of her glrlhood,
and the eyes were calm and largo and
gray. with eyelashes curling up to-
ward the level brOws
All this the man noted MS he stood
with his hand on the latch. and the
siendeTDess of her figure and of her
arms and wrists, as she paused In her
spinning to look at him. He waited
for her to speak, and she, being lone.
ly woman in cottage. perhaps had
some momentary thrill of fear at his
approach.
But he was old, she thought, and she
saw that he was tired, and It was
long way to the nearest village, so Mrs.
Milvain spoke.
do you want to find Westford Lees?
1t is nearly a mile from here"
Il am very tired" he said simply.
and leaned with his arms on the gar
den gate.
He seemed TO breathe in the sweet
ness and beauty of the garden, and
Mrs Milvain waited. wondering wheth.
er to bid him come In and rest, for
he was very tired and worn way
farer. and she saw on his scanned
brown face the marks of much toll and
many sorrows. While Sylvia Mllvain
looked as IL she could never grow old.
the wayfarer looked rs II he had never
been young
Will you come and rest hereY she
said, and went herself to open her
gate. and he followed as in dream.
She, going on before could not see
the expression of his face-surprlse
succeeding rapture, and rapture anx-
Lefty. But he said nothing till they
were inside her cottage-a little
passage, with n primitive wooden
staircase on one side OF her open
kitchen door. For It was really n
Kitchen. with stone floor and red brick
fireplace and oven. and n brick hearth,
beside which Persian kitten Law
coiled up on sheepskin rug. In con-
trast to the dresser with its willow
pattern dishes, its pewter plates and
mugs. the tall clock, the old straight
backed chairs, were the embroidery
frame, gold thlmble, a rosewood
wOrkbox lined with blue satin n pair
of silver handled scissors. On the
plain, unvarnlshed oak table stood n
bowl of flowers, and Mt the widely
opened lattice windows short linen cur
tains, worked In crewelS. and wide
window seats cushioned like sofas
She bade him rest In one while she
, 4, N
prepared the tea. She realized at once
!n"t lie was not common wayfarer;
Ills speech was as her own. Each rec
"sn'~eu ,he true position of the other,
though she lived in a cottage kitchen,
anu ne was tired, shabby wandcrer
Vi 'he ro"us ana heids' She saw his
Eyes turn 10 her bookcase beside the
hrePi'ce over her table and within
."Nn ., ne. hahu "hen she sat In
a., s'' .hs. a, ,.r. armenian.
n 'h"t Ne"'S-yon--- lie stopped
ol,.', 'ooN VI surprise