Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-17


where he lived. / went there and bought
this purse from him. l knew some day 1t
would bring me to you nave carried IL
over my heart ever since.
so you noticed me?
II saw you all the time l was singing. l
have never forgotten you since that hour. "
What made you sing?'
Compassion, fate an urgent impulse:
perhaps, indeed, your piteous FACET saw IT
first
Really"
Il saw it first I saw it all the time 4
was singing. When you dropped this
purse my soul met yours IN moment
greeting. 1t was a promise / knew
should meet you again. have loved you
ever since. l wanted to tell you so the
hour we met. 1t has been hard to Leep my
secret so long"
1T was my secret also"
81 love. you beyond all words. My life is
in your hands You can make me the glad
dest of mortals. You can send me away
forever"
..Oh. no. 1 could not! 1 could not do
thatr' The rest escapes words; but thus it
was that on this day of days these two
came by Gods grace to each other
For all things come by, fate to flower,
AT their unconquerabe hour.
And the very atmosphere of such bliss
is diffusive; it seemed as if all the living
creatures around understood. In the thick,
green branches the birds began to twitter
the secret, and certainly the wise, wise
love and joy that had just been revealed.
wonderful humming and buzzing filled
the hives, and the air vtbrated with the
movement of wings. Some influence more
swift and secret than the birds of the air
carried the matter further, for it finally
reached Royal, the squires favorite collie,
who came sauntering down the alley,
pushed his nose twice under Ethels elbow,
and then with significant look backward.
advised the lovers to follow him to the
house.
When they finally accepted his invitation,
they found Mrs. RawdOn drinking cup
of tea with Ruth in the hall. Ethel Joined
them with affected high spirits and ran
dom explanations and excuses, but both
women noticed her radiant face and exult-
ing air. The garden is such heavenly
place" she said ecstatically. and Mrs.
Rawdon remarked, she rose and put her
cup on the table, girls need chaperons in
gardens if they need them anywhere. l
made Nicholas Rawdon promise in Moss
gill Garden I've had TO spend all my life
since trying to keep
'-Tyrrel and l have been sitting under
the plane tree watching the bees. They
are such busy, sensible creatures
They are that" answered Mrs. Raw
don IF you knew all about them you
would wonder bit. My father had
/ great many: he studied their ways and
used to laugh at the ladies of the hive
being so like the ladies of the world. You
see the young lady bees are just as mex
the flowers, and are often so overtaken
and reckless, that the night finds them Tar
from the hive, heavy with pollen ana
chilled with cold. Sometimes father would
lift one of these imprudent young things,
carry it home and try to get it admitted.
He never could manage it. The lady bees
acted just as women are apt TO do when
other women go where they don't 60 or do
as they don't do.
But this is interesting" said Ruth
Pray, how did the ladies of the hive be-
have to the culprit?
They came out and felt her all over,
turned her round and round, and then
pushed her out of their community, There
was always a deal of buZZing about the
poor, silly thing and l shouldn't wonder
If their stings were busy too. Bees are III
natured as they can be. Well. well, L don
blame any one for sitting in the garden
such day as this; only, as l was saying,
gardens have been very dangerous places
for women as far l know"
Ruth laughed softly. Il shall take
chaperon with me, then, when L go into the
garden"
Il would. dearie There's the judge; he's
a very suitable, sedate-looking one-but lou
never can tell. The first woman found in
a garden and a tree had plenty of sorrow
for herself and every woman that has lived
after her l wish Nicholas and John
Thomas would come. I'll warrant they're
talking what they call politics.
Politics was precisely the subject which
had been occupying them, for when Tyr
rel entered the dining room, the squire,
Judge Rawdon and Mr.. Nicholas Rawdon
were all standing, evidently just finishing
a conservative argument against the radi-
cal opinions of John Thomas. The young
man was still sitting, but he rose with
smiling good humor as Tyrrel entered.
Here is Cousin Tyrrel,' he cried; he
will tell you that you may call gov
eminent anything you lke-radical. con-
seryative republican, democratic, socialis-
tic. but II it isn't a cheap government, 1t
isn't good government and there won't
be a cheap government in England TIL poor
men have a deal to say about making laws
and voting taxes"
rs that the kind of stuff you talk to our
hands, John Thomas? No wonder they are
neither to hold nor to bind"
They were in the hall as John Thomas
finished his political creed, and In few
minutes the adieux were said, and the won
derful day was over. 1t had been a won
derful day for all, but perhaps no one was
sorry for a pause in life-a pause in which
they might rest and try to realize what II
had brought and what 1t had taken away.
The squire went at once to his room. and
Ethel looked at Ruth inquiringly, She
seemed exhausted, and was out or sympa-
thy with all her. surroundings.
what enormous vitality these Yorkshire
women must havev she said almost cross
". Mrs Rawdon has been talking inces-
sanity for six hours She has felt all she
said She has frequently risen and walked
about She has used all sorts of actions to
emphasize her words, and she Is as fresh
as il she had just taken her morning bath.
How do the men stand them?'
Because they are just as vital. John
Thomas will overlook and scold and order
his thousand hands ali day, talk even his
mother down while he eats his dinner, and
then lecture or lead his musical union or
conduct a poor mans concert. or go to the
Weayers' union and what he calls "threep
them for two or three hours that labor is
running capital, and killing the goose that
laws golden eggs for them. Oh. they are
a wonderful race, Ruth
II really can't discuss them now. Ethel. y
Don't you want to know what Tyrrel
said to me this afternoon
my dear, l know. Lovers have said
such things before, and lovers will say
them eyermore. You shall tell me In the
morning. l thought he looked distract and
bored with our company
Indeed, Tyrrel was so remarkably quiet
that John Thomas also noticed his mood,
and as they sat smoking in TyrrePs room
he resolved to find out the reason, and
with his usual directness asked:
What do you think of Ethel Rawdon
Tyrrel?'
II think she Is the most beautiful wo-
man / ever saw. She has also the most
sincere nature. and her high spirit is
sweetly tempered by her affectionate