Evening star., 1909-04-16

Thoughts were true there was true act
OF worship that sunny afternoon on the
rising hills beyo>I the IKE head. For
happiness is not merely to BE- at rest 1t
His wish that His children should appre-
cfate and enjoy the powers and good
! things given them by His hands. And
when that happiness is based on love-
and there Is no true happiness Oh aught
| that Is not high-the love itself Is of the
| soul and quivers with the Tapping OF its
| wings. Then. indeed. can we realize that
marvellous promise OF the words OF the
Master:
! Blessed are the pure in heart for they
| shall see God" Wordsworth and those
who held with him saw God and wor-
SHIPPED Him In those myriad beauties OF
and It's immortal truth soothed and pur1-
| fed their souls. SO was the spirit Of the
| love-sick girl cleansed Of all dross. How
at such time. when a soul swan free
In grateful worship. was there place for
anything that was not clean? Her father
| thought. as he looked at her and heard
the ring of her voice. that he had never
| seen her look better or happier. She
was full OF spirits. gay. sweet. tender:
and yet there was over her such a grace
of gentle gravity that the old man felt
himself saying to himself:
MY little girl is a woman
That mellow afternoon was to her love-
ly: the trees and shrubs. the flowers.
| ethereal music: the lights and shadows
were the personal manifestation Of Ma
ture's God. Her heart, her sympathy,
her nature were at full tide: all over
flowing and In their plenitude full.
The long summer afternoon faded into
the softness Of twilight during the home
ward journey. Perhaps 1t was the yield
ing to its mysterious influence which
made Joy SO still; perhaps it was that
she was drawing nearer to the man whom
she adored- Her father neither knew
nor took note of 1t. He saw that his
little girl was silent In an ecstasy OF hap
piness in that soft twilight of which she
had spoken so tenderly. and he was con-
tent. He, too sat silent. yielding him
self to the influence OF the beauty around
him.
When they reached the hotel Joy seemed
to wake from a dream; she had lost
content. One form OF happiness had
given way to another. that was all. As
she stood on the steps. waiting while her
father was giving the eoachman his In
peer into the lilac bushes In the garden.
She had a sort OF intuition-nay, more
than an intuition. an actual certainty
that he was again behind them. And
he might see her face as he would. When
her father turned to come In she took
his arm and pointed to the sky:
''Oh. look. Daddy. the beautiful fwi-
\ ukuI Is HOT SXQulbIte. Ten
pulsively she put her hand to her lips
and threw a kiss to it--over the square
by way OF the lilacs. Her voice was
languishing music as she said softly, but
clearly enough to be heard in the gar
den:
Good night: good night, beloved! Good
night! Good night!'
And Athlyne. peering through the BUSH
es. heard the words with a beating of
his heart which made his temples throb.
His only wish at the moment was that
1t might have been that the words had
been addressed to him.
That evening before going to dress for
dinner Joy went to the window and pulled
aside the blind. 30 that she stood out
side it, The dusk was now thick; the
day had gone. but the moon had not
yet risen. 1t was impossible to see
much. only the outline Of the trees, and
out on the grass the shadowy form OF
a man, seated. There was one faint
red spark Of brightness. face high, such
as might be the tip Of cigar.
When she came hack into the room her
father raised his face from the book:
why. how pale you are. little girl
am afraid that long drive must have
tired you. You were quite rosy when
We arrived home. You had better sleep
1t out in the morning. II mother sees
you pale she will blame me. you know.
And Judy-well. Judy will be Judy In
her own way"
(To be continued tomorrow