The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1907-10-18

/ led to the gate; DuL IN dolnS SO sne
had to pass the stranger.
Are we to pick up our last moe
ings alongside, in this little haven?
asked quiet voice, and she looked up
to find him standing in front of her,
his hat in his hand
A sudden pink tinged Miss James
pale cheeks, where the marks Of
tears still showed. She bowed gravely.
1T would seem so" she answered in.s
her soft low, Scottish voice.
They stood in silence, side by Side
for a moment or two, she with shyly
ayerted face. He still kept his hat in
his hand, and Miss Galbraith, to whom
these courtesies were unfamiliar, was
gratiied.
1T is a pleasant spot" the man said,
presently.
"And very peaceful" the woman re-
piled demurely
He glanced at her kindly. THAT is
what | was seeking, ma'am," he told
her but you" he paused, "lQok the
embodiment of peace in yourself" was
how he ended the sentence in his own
mind.
Miss Galbraith made no answer. She
thought the conversation ought to
cease-it was very irregular. But it
seemed ungracious to walk away; and
then-what had he said?-something
about last mornings and haven. 1t
really seemed like an introduction
sanctioned by the Church-by the bur
ial service.
Il have come home from wander
ing, sea-faring life purposely to lay
my bones in old Scotland, beside my
parents; but he glanced westward
towards the yew.
us the lair full?" she inquired with
sudden interest. THAT is just how it
is with mel"
And after that it seemed very natur-
al that they should saunter west to-
gether to the older graves among the
yews. Thus it came about that she
learned, from one tombstone, that his
name was Jameson and that his
father had been farmer, and he
learned from another tombstone that
her name was Galbraith, and that her
father had been the doctor of the little
town.
Doubtless they would have been ac-
quainted, living so near one another"
she hazarded.
and some day we are to have
homes next to one another" he re-
minded her.
After this it became a tacitly ac~
cepted custom that he should accom-
pany Miss Galbraith after service on
Sundays to visit the tombs of her
forbears and Of his, and then that
they should leave the shadows OF the
yews and linger on the green patch of
open ground where they had first met.
And so May passed into June, and
June brought the anniversary with it.
and it fell on a Sunday; and Miss Gal
braith, clad in unOstentatious black,
walked slowly beside the stranger who
was a stranger no longer, and the
thought of the old desk and the coming
rite of the afternoon kept her cold
and silent.
They stood beside her parents
grave, and he laid his hand on it. #
was a broad, bronzed hand, and on the
little finger was a thin, worn old wed
ding-ring. Her eyes rested on it; she
had not seen Inn wear it before. He
followed the direction of her glance,
and took the ring off, and held it
thoughtfully.
Il don't know what made me put it
on to-day" he said.
She made no reply; but she SILVER
ed little, as if with cold.
ut was my Mothers" he said. 81
was not good son to her-I was q
wild, needless lad, and I ran off to
sea, and never wrote"
He looked from the name on the
gravestone TO the ring that lay in the
palm of his hand.
81 should like to make a good wom-
an happy before l die" he said.
Miss Galbraith turned silently to
lead the way as usual to the newer
part Of the churchyard; but he put out
his hand and detained her,
Wont you have it?'' he asked, and
held out his hand, in the palm Of
which lay the ring. ever since 1 saw
you standing there, all alone, crying,
with your sweet face"
ooh, whisht!" she interrupted.
A sudden pain leaped into his eyes.
Does that mean" he cried, hoarsely.
and his fingers closed tightly over the
ring.
you are surely forgetting what day
this is" she said; "this is the Sab
BATH"
He laughed outright, in a sudden re
vulsion of gladness. Have I broken