The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-10-09

mind.
Miss Galbraith made no answer. She
thought the conversation ought to
cease-it was very irregular. But 1t
seemed ungracious to walk away; and
then-what had he said?-sonething
about last moorings 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 purpose,y to lay
my bones in old Scotland, beside my
parents; but" he glanced westward
tSwards the yew.
"Is the lair fill?" she inquired with
sudden interest. "That is just how 1t
is with mel"
And after that 1t seemed very natur-
al that they should saunter west to-
gether to the older graves among the
yews. Thus 1t came about that she
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 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 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 1t. 1t
was a broad, bronzed hand, and on the
little finger was a thin, worn old we'd
ding-ring Her eyes rested on it; she
had not seen hm wear 1t before. He
followed the direction of her glance,
and took the ring off, and held 1t
thoughtfully.
81 don't know what made me put It
on to-day" he said.
She made no reply; but she shiver-
ed a little, as If with cold.
at was my mothers" he said. 81
was not a good son to her-I was
Wild needless lad, and ran off to
sea, and never wrote
He looked from the name on the
graNestone to the ring that lay in the
palm of his hand
81 should like to make good wom-
an happy before 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,
won't you have it?" he asked, and
held out his hand, in the palm of
which lay the ring. Ever since 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.
md 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 sudden re-
vulsion of gladness Have broken
the Sabbath?" he cried. "Rivet 1t, then,
by accepting me-"
That afternoon Miss Janet Galbraith
pulled down the blinds and unlocked
the old desk, with its contents lying
on her lap She did not read the let
ters, but suddenly she laid her cheek
against the photograph.
"Oh, laddie-it's not that forget
you!" she said, "but see how young
you are by me-you'd maybe expect me
to be the lassie you left-and oh, lad
die, I've been so lonely!"-Scottish
Review.