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gloom. The wonderful ministry of friends
and love did we'll its priceless work. i'm
silence and Sacredness.
The storm went on and one. The fourth
day the sad journey was made to tho
home churchyard to lay the father beside
his own. The sun shone across the Mary
land hills and every tree and shrub gilt
tered. The valleys were spotless white.
Winter branches cast pale blue shadows
over the winters grass. The grave was
filled with home evergreens Of the father's
planting. Soft gray showers came next
day and the southern grass was green az
the snow ran away into little rivers be-.
You'd the hills.
Mildred began a new life, like none In,
the past.
s"Heno. Tom; had a good timer"
Eyes. yes: rather dull and tiresome. but
took a good rest. Must get to work
now. Where is my mail?"
Mall? I sent 1t after you! Didn't you
get my t%etters?"
mo, 1 took a little trip with Joe Lewis
up into Canada-left word for it to follow
me-"
You didn't hear, then, OF Mr.. Carroll'a
death?"
Tom sprang to his feet.
Dead? OF course not. Steve. Why i'm
the name of all that's good didn't you
telegraph for meg"
sit down. Tom: let me tell you. q
asked Mildred and she said it was not
necessary"
In detail, Tom was told of the death
and the burial. He sat silent as a rock.
His face hidden IN his hands.
MY mother and I rode with Mildred md
her aunt. In one sense it was a wonder
full journey. Mildred was as white and
stin and Geld as the country about us. Tho
snow fell steadily. We drove a long way
from the railroad. The roads were un~
broken and the silence breathless. Tina
sun shone on the g1,ttertng fields and tho
pine boughs from the old manor place"
"For Ged's sake. Stephen, don't talk
about it. How is Mildred3"
Courageous. brave, CHEEKY. as a Chris
tan woman like Mildred must be-; work.
ing night and day for ST. Johns guild.
and singing with the classes In the Chill
dren's home"
overwhelmingly"
"Her father died the night OF Mrs. Whit
ney's musicale"
Tom groaned aloud, and Steve was
silent. The clock licked loudly In the
stiffness. At last Stephen laid his hand
On TENS head and said:
However you could rage at a girl like
Mildred. or allow a spasm Of selfishness to
sweep over you. | cannot see. Tom. r
don't mean to be TOO hard, but had L been
her lover and thus wronged the sweetest
soul on earth. I were not fit to live! h
SSoHN1 Fh0 AoISSto yOu, 1Cul, lIS CClCSI.
You are not worthy such a woman!"
That same night Tom boldly met Mil
dred as she taught her singing class in the
church. and asked Mildred, may tako
yes home?"
seerlet, then white. she quietly replica
Thank you. Tom--it is not necessary.
others will see me home"
SIS months later there came a modest
little letter with Toms familiar writing
and seal. and it was only this:
II I had known In the morning
How YEARLY all the day
The words unkind
Would trouble my mind
I said when / went away,
had been more careful, darling:
Nor given you needless pain;
$50 But we vex our own
:. With hook and tone
We might never take back again.
'TWere a cEuel fate
Were the night too late
To undo the work of the morn. -
No datc-no name; but Mildred held It to
her lips, and cried over it, and wrote:
Dear Tom-it rs not too late. You may
bring me the kiss of peace Mildred"