The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1904-03-24


lowered his voice, although this wa
hardly necessary. as three women Oh
their right-the left-overs-were dis
able to see you alone" he said
What makes you think thatr
well. haven't i been trying to fol
weeksg
She smiled
IF at first you don't succeed. try, III
again By the way. will you help Us
trim the church tomorrow nightY"
That's manual labor"
Il know IL, and that's what / want
you for. If you don't like teas, you
surely will enjoy trimming church
That win give you something to do.
know you are strong. because you used
to play football, and besides, you look
strong"
DO I-really' So does a hired
man"
She pouted again
Now. intended that for a compli-
ment, and it was horrid OF you to turn
it the other way. But you will come,
will you not? You know the church
the large old-fashloned brick that sets
of the avenue. The sexton will have
the ladder. and the green's have all
been ordered"
Van Story smiled at her enthusiasm.
who's going to be there2" he asked.
LET me see. They've placed me in
charge OF the affair. you know. be-
cause / really felt | ought TO do some
thing this year. and there will be four
others to help-the superintendent, Mr..
Pumpton; the infants Bible class
teacher. Mr.. Huddle; the assistant or
ganist. Mr.. wringer. and yestryman
Springer-that makes six In all, doesn't
it-counting US in?"
Van Story arose.
That's four too many" he said. as
he held her hand Don't you think
500"
She flushed slightly
Yes" she said softly. "But-you'lI
be there. won't you? sureIy?-
.'I'll be there" he replied. TO
morrow night at eight"
AS he walked back down the avenue
Van Story almost shouted to himself in
the exuberance OF his new thought
Here at last was his opportunity, after
so much waiting-after the long days
spent in hoping against hope that the
next time he might stand face TO face
with this beautiful girl and tell her
how much he loved her-hcre. Mt last.
was his chance. He hastily repeated
over the names OF the church-trimming
party that he might not forget them.
He would go to the sexton. find their
addresses, and the rest was easy.
That individual was at bis home,
reading the afternoon paper, which he
put down apologetically as Van Story
entered
II am from Miss Pinkton. about
trimming the church tomorrow night
Have the green's been ordered"
yes. sir. they will he delivered to-
And the church VIII be open?"
Yes. sir. will open the side chancel
loor at seven-thirty."
Good. And now will you be so
lind as to give me the names and adj
lresses OF Mr. Pumpton. Mr.. Huddle. I
'fr. Wringer and Mr.. Springer"
The sexton called them out from his
ecord book, and Van Story. armed
With the precious paper. hurried off to |
he nearest hotel typewriter.
II want this dictated on plain pa
'er," he said to that imperturbable
'oung lady. and he gave the following
,rief business note:
Dear Sir-Owing to an unexpected I
md important engagement OF the head
Il the Trimming Committee I am re-
Iuested by Miss Pinkton' to say that /
he trimming Of the church. which was
o have taken place tomorrow night
9 postponed. You will, therefore.
lease not attend tomorrow night, but /
ONE On the night following. Yours
ruly, w. A. VAN STORY"
II want that letter to be sent to each
( these four addresses" he said. "at
nce; and as he hurried over to his
eweler he exclaimed gleefully to him
elf, "At lastw
The next evening they walked over
0 the church together.
I'VE must be early" she said, as she
at down on the steps leading up to
be altar. The pulpit, tall and grim
nd stately, lowered above her shapely
cad almost like benediction. Far
bove them, the lights In the chande-
Ter cleaned 0tfully.
Surely, could there be a better place
D love and be loved than In the sacred
anctuary, set within the beating heart
( the sordid world and yet 20 far re-
,oved from 1T And as she looked up
{ him, instinctively she felt that In
UGH q place his words must ring true,
nd that she might trust him. He
ook her hand.
Dorothy" he said, II couldn't have
DID you how much I loved you before.
wanted your answer all to myself.
omehow the sea of city life seemed to
hut out the sound of my voice.
,nged for a quiet country lane, or the
,reat silent ocean. But I 42uld not
vait. And here at last we he safe"
lie put his arm around herf )'Do you
7ve MOI" he snid- IN