The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-03-15
HIS TRUST.
BY !. M. STEVENS.

BF J. M. STEt ENSs
 (Copyright, 1905. By Daily Story Pub.
 Co.,
 And you will forget me as soon as you are away" she said in low voice.
 q shall not forget you," l replied. ..You come as a bright star to mark the close of my year of hard work and constant study. I had thought Hama vor a heartless, unresponsive place un- til I met you; place intended only for thought and study"
 We were strolling arm in arm down one of the quietest streets of the quiet, old university town. It was an ideal evening in the middle of June. The full. ruddy moon shone in the East, and a multitude of bright stars twink led overhead. Everything was silent except for the murmur of the river fin the near distance, and now and then the croaking of a frog.
 This was my last night in Hanavor. where I had been attending college for the past year. Until twos weeks before, I had not met a single girl ex- cept in an unavoidable or business way Then came a chance meeting with Mabel, and after that moonlight rambles or evenings passed in the "cozy corner" of her sitting room.
 We sauntered on in silence. The scent of the peony filled the air. and the breeze rustled gently among the leaves above our heads. I had en- tirely changed my plans for the sum mer since meeting Mabel. I had been drudging away all winter at my Ger man and mathematics. often into the small hours of the night. thinking of the pleasant time I would have the next vacation. This vacation. which would begin the next day was now to be changed into a period of work and study, the good time being postponed until I should return to Hanavor in the fall. Then I would enjoy myself in the moonlight rambles, or in ca noe. drifting on the river with the fair girl at my side.
 I was called back to my surround ings by her soft voice humming: "Could you be true to eyes of brown, If you looked into eyes of blue?'
 She glanced up at me with a twin kle in her eyes. then dropped her flashes as she said. You see I shall have to sing it this way to make it appropriate"
 I looked down at the wealth of dark round hair, at the small, gracefully rounded form. at the shapely little foot which at this instant protruded from under her dainty walking skirt, then, as she turned her face up to mine gazed full into the deep brown eyes. "Yes" I thought. "a thousand times true" but I answered simply, Try me"
 We walked on toward the river Through the open window of a cottage near by, came in a clear, low voice, the words of the song
  sMy dreams are ever. love, of thee, Our two hearts beat as one;
 Be true. love, to me,
 I'll be to thee, till time is done"
 The song ended as we passed on to the bridge. but the words kept re- beating themselves in my mind as we stood leaning against the railing one of my arms about her waist, her head resting against my shoulder.
 On the bank we had just left was the town. for the most part in dark ness, but here and there a light could be seen: from the other bank stretched the woods, dark. silent and solemn while beneath us ran the clear quiet waters of the Oneida. The soft drowsy murmur of the river was broken by the splash splash of a fish as he leaped oat of the wstar. An owl somewhere