Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-31

The girl by the window moved swiftly away; she had not meant to stay so long. She could not be found when Henry Jackson made his ap pearance and asked for her
 Down in the meadows she lay face downward, fighting with the enemy she had always feared would snatch her happiness from her. Was 1t true, what this woman had said? There had always been sore spot in her heart that her mother had been will. ing, so 1t had seemed to her, to tighten her own load by giving her daughter into the care of another. In her brief visits home, her father had always seemed the saint, her mother too-diligent Martha. It was, in fact, the remembrance of this calm and ap- parently happy father that had recon ciled her to Henry Jackson's unam- bilious plans for the future-plans she had more than half-promised to share
 It was dark when she returned to the house. She would neither sink into the apathy of her father nor choose success alone for the spirit which frowned down failure as sin. She would weave practical garment with the warp of action and the wool of dreams.
 When Henry Jackson came again, he found no longer a yielding girl, ready to go blinded with him into any path he chose. He found himself spurred to efforts which he felt him. self only dimly conscious of making, and his love of ease which he had misnamed peace, called by a much more prosaic name than the old Bes. sic would have given 1t.
 You do not see,' he said at last, "the beauty of peaceful life given to the Lords work"
 "The Lords work lies everywhere. and there is no peace save that which follows strife. All else is stagnation. Fit yourself, Henry, for any place, and then, if you will, we will choose the quiet one. As for me, am fully determined not to disappoint my aunt and my mother (she spoke the name hesitatingly as though unfamil- far with its use). I shall carry out their plans for my education"
 The love which demands the best from It's beloved gazed unfinchingly from Bessie Dunlop's brown eyes into the gray ones of her lover. Outside Arcadia called. A bird rested for a moment on the window-sill and then flew away with an answering note to its calling mate. To the girl, longing to be folded in the arms of love, the zephyrs floating in at the open win. dow were heavy gales, which would have swept her from the post of duty had she yielded ever so little.
 But to the man, bird-note, and hum of bee, and passing breeze were meta morphosed into life's whirl and hustle. He felt himself jostled and bruised, his ears dinned with the hateful noise of conflict. And all the time, peace was there for the taking.
 And then, suddenly, the clear depths into which he was gazing, mirrored for him a scene of perfect bliss-bliss only to be found on the other side of the conflict. sAnd he forgot the dell of peace into which a slothful soul would sink, and reached out hungry arms for his Love.
 Ten years later. Mrs. Franklin, . little more garrulous, a little weight fer, but none the less kindly, was again talking to her neighbor, Mrs. James Lewellen Brown.
 T allow. Sister Brown, missed 1t in Henry Jackson's case. He has proved himself worthy of Bessie Dun lap, and can't say no more than that. Rut then, they didn't rush into mar riage as we all supposed they would do. And you will have to own that he was powerfully changed in some of his opinions after they was engaged. They do say he'll be a bishop yet"