Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-03-24
THE REVELATION
o. MISS STONE.

Miss Ann Stone. spinster, was, ac-
cording to report hard and unrelcnting
as her name.
When we moved into our new home
on Greenwood Heights, we found tiny
cottage at its SIDE which we learned was
tenanted by Miss Stone
My dear" huttered little Mrs. Brown,
shes quite unapproachable. | assure
you. Don't think of attempting TO make
up with her; it would only be 4 waste Of
time"
Miss Stone was tall and straight. Her
face was lined, her lips thin ana scom-
ful, her expression deiiantly stern. And
yet when / saw her watching n bcvy of
little girls playing in the street. and her
eyes grew soft and wiStful, and the stern
lines of her face relaxed. and II smile
tlnged her lips, l wondered if the much
reputed guinness We're not largely cX-
tern9i | couldn't believe it came from
the heart
1t was not long until. on a slight OK
cuse, gained access 10 Miss stones lit
tie home. | found she was Il woman
Of refinement. and by her soft drawing
speech, daughter of the south. We
chatted for an hour or more, and when
Shipped over into my own little nest my
brain was busy planning Il certain course
OF home missionary" work
L pltted that lonely woman from the
bottom of my heart. | endeayored to
show her that | felt a friendly interest
III her. She was very sensitive. She re-
Sented the uvcrtureS of strangers. hc-
cause she ina gined they were prompted
by curiosity. Consequently she was dill
cult to draw ont Of her stOlid demeanor.
After while, though, l think she I'M
derStood me; and when / brought her
over into our pretty home interested her
IN my library. played and sang in the
to
with Dick and me. it was good to see
her face light up and her eyes sparkle.
OF Dick she was shy and she shrank
from strangers, but her trust and conf
dence IL me Was touching. | felt graft
fed and happy, and more than rep0id
for the little had done.
| surmised there was q story hidden
away somewhere in her life, and one
day she told it to me. We were up in
the attic room, whore Oal5cn chests care
fully guarded treasures of two decades
ago treasures in which were woven. in
termlngled. the threads of JOY and sor-
row. She permitted me to examine them
all, paint heirlooms, pictures, jewels and
gowns.
1t was the story of the care-freo life
of Il young girl on a southern plantation.
of fortune swept away by the Civil
war, of n shattered IDEAL. a man who
won Womans heart to cast it aside. 4
broken-hearted woman wro could not
forget. Il woman who Stunned the world
III bitterness of spirit.
And as | listened under the spell of
the soft, drawing voice, the dusty attic
among the maCnoiaS in DiXieland The
moon shed its silvery light over the old
plantation; the air was heavy with the
fragrance of jessamine.
a youth and a maid strolled along arm
in arm. y question low and tender: an
answer SO faint that only the ears of
lover might hear Though the story is
old it will always be sweet to the chill
dren of men. 80 was il sweet to the
youth and the maid. for there in the
moonlight he sealed her lips with the
kiss of hetrOthal
But. alas! Time, with his fleeing
wings, dlmS even the memory of a beau
teous southern night and its whispered
love vows. Unfortunately. the day
daWnS too soon, the day that brings for
gGttuiness TO one, awakening TO tie
other
The Stone fortune was swept away Mt
a bound. OF proudest lineage. the name
they bore had. through generations. been
kent stainless. Her father vowed he
would not he the one 10 mar its fame.
Every debt WAS Il debt Of honor: every
debt was paid. The old home came into
tue hands Of a stranger. They were
forced 10 60. She was left the support
Il
position as goycIncSs at a home where
she had often been fetcd guest. Her
pride forbade her leaving her father and
mother dependent on anOthers bounty,
ana 70 her lovers cntreuty 10 become the
bride came the answer: i cannot leave
the. old folks just now, Tom; we'd better
wait awhile"
He grew impatient: later Indifferent, and
though he knew her heart was in his
Keeping he courted and married another.
The girl was young; she bore NJ be-
meath the blow; hut the poor old par
ents Were broken hearted for their dar-
ling. 1t was not long until the father
passed into the great beyond The moth
or followed him before a year had
elapsed.
The scenes which had been most dear
now held only anguish for her. and the
orphaned girl left the land of her birth
never to return.
Years have passed and she is old ana
gray and friendlcss With her nimblr
fingers She manages to exc out an exist
pucc.
Aud now, some months later. | smile
to myself as little Mrs. Brown hutters in
On her way from Miss Stones and tolls
me over and over again; My dear, she's
"a revelation 10 me, simply revelation"
Boston Post
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