The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-04-11

body else will get in ahead. The po-
sizes on it are beautiful. Martha, it
reminds mel"
After little he went on alone,
down the street.
Easter Sunday dawned clear and
perfect. Martha woke to the trill
of Easter carols outside her window.
A myriad of little birds seemed Wy
ing with each other to celebrate His
rising. The iubilant chorus filled all
the air.
I'm thankful it's pleasant"
thought Martha. 81 want it to be
pleasant to-day" She went about
her morning duties with light
heart. At breakfast she chartered
like a girl.
"Horatio, you're going to church
with me to-day thought you might
like to know!"
mo, no, MARTHA" he said, hastily;
81 guess 1 won't go to-day-not to-
day.
Il said you were going!" she
laughed. Didn't you promise to
love, honor and obey Is years ago?
I'm through marching off to church
alone every Sunday morning."
'But I'm tired, Martha. I'm going
to stay at home and get rested up
for tomorrow
Eyes, I llnow-I guess I'm always
tired, Martha
"Then you must go to church and
rest. Horatio Whitney, do you know
how long ago it was that you went
to church with me?'
mo, 1 don't. Don't reckon,
Martha
''Well, l won't if you'll turn over
Il new leaf to-day. I've set my heart
on your going to meeting with me,
dear"
He flushed painfully. Martha was
making it very hard. If she hadn't
said "dear!"
"But II can't, Martha. I'd like to
if l could''
"Say: But 1 can, dear'-say it,
Horatio!" She was round on his side
of the table, with her hand on his
arm. ''Come upstairs and get ready
We don't want to be late on Easter
I've got your things all out on the
bed.''
IL haven't any things, Martha
You mustn@ ask mel can't go"
"Well, I've got my things all Out
on the bed, then. / want you tt
come up and see my things, dear
I Come!''
He could not resist her. She wa!
. like the old girl Martha-persisten
!. and irresistible. He yielded weakl,
! and followed her up the stairs. Th'
= Easter things were spread out on tn
bed. Horatio Whitney uttered
queer sound at the sight of them.
Martial"
!, ''Well, don't you like them? Dom
: you like my Easter bonnet, dear
1 like it better than any l ever hat
= before, all the casters of my life
= Now l will try it on and let you SCI
how becoming it is
She set the soft gray felt hat OF
= his head and whirled him round t,
! the mirror. Then she threw tn
Il handsome gray overcoat across hi
shoulders and laid the gloves agains
= his sleeve.
a See how they match!" she cried
'And they all match you. You grea
\ stupid boy, to stand there as if yo7
J. didn't recognize yourself!'
d 81 don't" he gasped. Suddenly h
V faced about. But, Martha"
Say dear"
q ''But, dear, l don't understand. Yol
J. were going to get the one with APP
is ple-blossom buds Oil it"
> What do you call that?" She ha,
II caught up little thing in lace an,
e flowers from the table, and wa
t. whirling it round on her fingers be
t, fore his astonished eyes. '.Aren'
IS those apple-blossom buds? Can't yol
smell em? You ought to, for They're
" the very ones you declared you coul,
o smell Is years ago! The very ones
IS Horatio. / got out the little old bon
e. net, and there were the flowers a
IT fresh as ever-not withered at all
ID Snip, snip-I had cut them off an,
d there they were on my Easter bon
s net! Now, well go to church, dear
III NC Wdiheu dloHS GHc sunny Slicc
is beside her as if in a pleasant dream
Unconsciously, he held himsel
e straight and walked brislly.
d They seemed to get ahead of every
X body. Once Martha gave him lit
Q tic push.
l. go on ahead little way" sh
t. whispered, there's no one now to nc
:! tice, and | want to look at you as
e whole!"
<, When she caught up with him, sh
squeezed his arm gently. "You lool
= handsome Horatio Whitney-don'
IS tell me you don't! Now tell me
v look handsome"
l. Martha, Martha-dear-y lool
good enough to eat!' 1t was a home
t ly compliment, but it suited Martha
L. They went on together through tn
It sweet Easter sunshine. At TIL
church door she stopped him.