Smyrna times., 1903-09-09

Church was coming out" The
congregation filed out solemnly, and
once without the door, lapsed into
sociability and began to shake hands
and make friendly inquiries in regard
to each others health and the absence
Of certain member of the floor.
One person only die not PAUSE. That
was girl, rosy-cheeked lassie of sew
enteen, who seemed for some reason
flushed and agitated. She hurried on
until half way down a sweet green
lane, where she seated herself under
great elm tree and listened to the
murmuring voices in the distance with
something very like tear in her eye.
'He'll surely come" she said to
herself "Surely he'll never go away
without saying goodbye, though he
has been so taken up with Matte Burt
of late. He must pass this way going
home, and I know he'll stop and
speak
Then she listened again, as though,
through the still October air she
could distinguish Evan Wares voice
amidst the rest.
He stood, a fine handsome young
fellow of twenty, not too manly to
blush, receiving parting wishes and
iujunctions from old ladies and gen
tlemen, and hearty grips of hand from
the boys, and smiles from the girls,
for everybody liked Evan Ware.
Then came the final good-byes, and
one or two motherly kisses, for Evan
vas to start at dawn; and away the
boy went, not down the green lane
where Lizzie Gale sat, but along an
other path, down which tripped a
figure in bright silk, with a coquet-
tish lace hat and parasOl, taking its
way towards rustic bridge that span
ned small stream.
He overlook her just as the little
feet rested on the bridge, and, quite
out of breath, called her by name.
"Miss Burt, please stop minute. .
She paused then, and leaned over
the railing of the bridge, dipping the
point of her parasol into the water.
Il sail for China tomorrow" he
said.
"Yes-you told me so. 1 hope you
will like it.
Il don't expect to like it. I like
home better than the world.
Dear me! What makes you 60
then?'
''You know why-at least you might
know. I'm ali orphan. 1 have NJ
money-no prospects. My old sailol
uncle thinks there is an opening fo
me in China-a chance to make m.
fortune. 1t is very kind for him tC
do what he is doing, and no one cal
tell how anxious am to be rich. "
Everybody seems to be"
Yes; not for the same reason"
"Why, what is your reason?"
The answer came with a sort of gasl
one word-"You."
"Me?' The girl laughed and tossse
her head.
Eyes; now it's out. 1 don't know
whether you care for me or not
Sometimes you seem to and some
times you don't. But Like you
better than anybody in the worlds
much that if you say may hope
little bit to make you like me as muc
shall have an object to work for
make myself rich-and great, perhaps
aud without that hope 1 shan't haV
any. There-it's out. I've tried
say it a dozen times before, and
couldn't go away not knowing"
He paused and the girl stared
him.
You meant that for an offer OF yo1
hand and heart, suppose?" she sal(
'If so, I'll tell you what: consid
it, coming from you to me, piece
impertinence."
SO with her gay silk sweeping, al
her parasol fluttering, the rich farr
er's heiress sailed away, leaving h
boy lover the picture of despair al
modification.
So absorbed was he in his. own
suited affections that he did not ev'
notices plainly dressed little tgu
that ssole over the bridaeAten NIL