Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1904-03-02

had learned TO reco.Al4e as SIN q
determine ton.
She was the woman, Absurd as 4
was. he felt eyultantiy positive of that
Ana for the rest--well. he had n calm
confidence in himself. He wo.ld sure
~ hnd her and win her.
AS all observant persons must have
noticed. fate dearly loves to be trus ed
In this instance she rewarded Dan.
bury's confidence by bringing him face
TO face with the victoria once more as
he emerged from the square. BY her
quick avoidance of his glance he saw
that the girl recognized him. and at
the knowledge Il sudden glow suffused
him. He felt as If their lives were al.
ready upon the loom of destiny. With
out moments hesitation he stopped
passing cab and, with a few hurrle;.
words to the driver, jumped in.
do you happen to know the Gran
villes of East Twentieth street? ?" he in
CURED OF Bartram, with whom he dinel
that night. for he had learned so much
In the intervening hours. Bartram nod
ded, stopping to blow n few rings of
smoke Into the air before replying. Us
If 1t were matter of no special impor-
lance.
Nice people" he observed at last.
but rather quiet and old tiincy
WhyT"
II should like to meet Them IN
swered Danbury. with straight look
that conveyed perfectly that no fur
Their explanation was forthcoming.
And 50, before many days elapsed.
he was presented to the lady of his
dreams in room where the odor of
lilacs was as heavy as 1t had been In
the garden of his boyhood. As their
eyes met he fancied that Miss Gran
vile flushed ever SO slightly and that
her glance was puzzled and inquiring
There were several other guests pres
ent. but Mt the end of a quarter of an
hour Danbury and she were separated
from them by enough space to make
condolences possible. 1t was then that
Faith Granville turned her clear eyes
upon him and said naively:
"Of course II is you who have been
sending the lilacs? But how did you
know who | was, and why have you
done it,"
There was vague disapprovai In
her voice, but not enough TO make him
despair of forgiveness. Besides, her
question proved that she was more
child than woman and that In the
midst Of a society bound by precedent
she dared to be herself.
So he threw prudence to the winds
and after 1t diplomacy and convention
and stood before her the uian that he
was, telling her how it had happened.
how he had come back to New Yorl;
the scent of the liacs had taken him
back to his boyish days. how she had
appeared suddenly. clothed in the very
colors of his dream All this he told
her rapidly and earnestly and as only
clean souled, natural man could have
done. Then he waited breathlessly for
her to speak. BY her answer he would
know whether he had read her Alright.
'O-oh," she said, with little gasp
ut is too beautiful There was n
suspicious humidity in her eyes. bur
she lifted them bravely to his and con
tinued: Il am not worthy anything So
poetical and beautiful as this, auC
when you come to know me you vii
find 1t out. should hate that-havine
you discover what commonplace cir
am She stopped and tried to STEADY
her somewhat tremulous lips.
But that is my risk" was the an
swer land | am not afraid May we
call this the beginning of the begin.
ning?" And he smiled down at her
with look in his eyes that quickened
the beating of her heart deliciously.
The end of the beginning came about
a year later The lilacs had made their
appearance in the city once more. heap
ed upon the pushcarts at the curb,
where their naughty sisters, the roses
and violets, would sometimes stare dis
painfully out mt them from behind the
plate glass windows of the flower
shops. Had you been passing through
East Twentieth street early in the aft
ernoon of a certain day you might have
seen a big, athletic man and a slender,
deep eyed girl descending the steps of
one of the somber brownstone resi-
dences. The man was in the regulation
tweeds, with his gloves grasped firmly
in one hand, and the girl was gowned
in lilac of shade as elusive and beau
tiful as Il memory.
At the sight of the gorgeously dee
GRATED carriage that awaited them they
half hesitated. Then as a shower of
something fine. white and hard as hail.
stones began to patter about THEN
heads they dashed down precipitously
and gladly awaited themselves of its
protection.
Better Than None.