The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-04-10

n myriad OF little Dirus ceme W.
ing with each other to celebrate His
rising. The jubilant chorus filed all
the air.
I'm thankful it's pleasant"
thought Martha. Il want 1t 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 today thought you might
like 10 know"
"No, no, MARTHA" he said. hastily;
II guess l won't 60 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"
"Yes. / know-I guess I'm always
tired, Martha"
"Then you must go to church and
rest. Horatio Whitney, do you know
| how long ago il was that you went
to church with me?'
Martha"
"Well. / won't il you'll turn over
q new leaf to-day. I've set my heart
on your going to meeting with me,
dear"
He flushed painfully. Martha wat
making it very hard. If she hadn't
said 'dcar!"
but II can't, Martha. I'D like TO
IL I could"
SAY: But / can, dear-say it,
Horatic." 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"
81 haven't any things, Martha
You mustn't ask mel cao't CO."
swell, I've got my things all out
on the bed. then. l want you t.
come up and see my things, dear.
Comet"
He could not resist her. She waa
like the old girl Martha-persistent
and irresistible. He yielded weakly
and followed her up the stairs. The
Easter things were spread out on the
bed. Horatio Whitney uttered a
queer sound at the sight Of them.
Martial"
"Well. don't you like them? Don't
you like my Easter bonnet, dear?
l like it better than any / ever had
before. all the Casters of my life
Now / will try it on and let you see
how becoming it is"
She set the soft gray felt hat on
his head and whirled him round to
the mirror. Then she threw the
handsome gray overcoat across his
shoulders and laid the gloves against
his sleeve.
See how they match.' she cried
and they all match you. You great
stupid boy. to stand there as If YOU
didn't recognize yourself.'
x DON'T" he gasped. Suddenly he
faced about. "But, Martha"
Say dear"
But, dear, 1 don't understand. You
were going to get the one with aP
p~le-blossom buds on IT.
~What do you call that?" She had
caught up a little thing in lace ant
flowers from the table, and wal
whirling ii round on her fingers be
fore his astonished eyes. "Aren'
those apple-blossom buds? Can't yol
smell EN-? You ought 10. for they're
the very ones you declared you couls
smell Is years ago! The very ones
. Horatiol i got out the little old bon
net, and there were the flowers a
/. fresh as ever-not withered at all
, Snip, srip-I had cut them of AM
, there they were on my Easter bon
! net! Now, well go to church. dear.
He walked along the sunny stree
. beside her as if in a pleasant dream
Unconsciously. he held himsel
. straight and walked briskly.
: They seemed to get ahead Of every
] body. Once Martha gave him . Lit
: tie push.
l. 10 ON 0Hcdu u ittiS WY 80
whispered. there's no one now to nc
I, tice, and l want to look at you as
: whole!"
When she caught UP with him. sh
squeezed his arm gently. "icu loo
handsome. Horatio Whitney-don'
tell me you don't! Now tell me
look handsome"
"Martha, Martha-dear-you loo
good enough to eat!" 1t was a homo
= " compliment, but it suited Martins
They went on together through tn
sweet Easter sunshine. At tn
church door she stopped him.
= .wait. We're going to walk up til
d broad aisle slowly. Horatio-don
: you go to hurrying. ! want the pei
Q pie to have plenty Of time to see m
new Easter things! Now. ready"
The altar was heaped with Taste
lilies. and their sweet breath file
the church. Martha drew in Ion
I. whifs of it.
Al slow good they smell. dear" sh
whispered. rs there anythin
sweeter than Easter lilics?"
e. He smiled down nt her. Narth
. was short and plump, and he was Ia
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