The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-09-04

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manhood. 81 i"0i'iU W.
II Is like heaven to get here" he said eve were
NJ NJ Ioliey over at the house, Just the two of us
Weren't We Hail."
Inc shorter and fairer man. who had already
IL s Illnseif near the quiet worker at the ia
1i9 assented warmly bearing equal testimony to the
ITllgHI win which this haven had been reached
ne had keen, clever face this Younger brother.
suggesting quiet strength in contrast to his broth
d ooyish eagerness and brightness of expression.
1elore tne visitors settled themselves for an even
4ng OF pure enjoyment, they produced box, con-
such sweetmeats the village shop afforded
ust the usual village candy" said the elder
DioI4ef' hope you won't despise it."
Desp!se lt!' cried Ada, why this fresh cocoa
nut Is least Tor the gods" And the girl dantily
chose, from the pink and white mass before her a
morsel OF the delectable stuff. which her aunt had
laughlngly declined on the score of digestion. but
Which Mary accepted with as keen an appreciation
as her own
The old aunt, with the last flicker of her waning
sIght knitted and knitted. So expert was she at
the gentle art that she always declared that she
could continue her favorite employment even if she
became entirely blind. And into her rows and
STITCHES, plain and purled she knit dreams of her
own, old thoughts and fancies, snatches of memory
fragments OF forgotten songs the cadences of silent
voices, and ever and above all the melody of that
love poem which she perceived to be going on before
her eyes,
Meanwhile, the storm ragged louder and fercer.
Sometimes it made the girls shudder even in their
secure retreat
1t isn't storm at all, but a hurricane" said
Ada. and isn't that thunder terrifc?"
we will have two or three DAYS of these storms"
declared the elder brother with something like ex-
ultatlon IN his tone. Don't YOU remember last
year and the year before that almost ever since we
were children! Miss Lucy always let us come here
Tor the equinoctial storm and Hal and have got
Mo cor14ac 6 IL,
"Yes, Drew has been talking of nothing else.n
agreed the brother at the table who was busy sort
ing embroidery silks, "and always found me a good
listener"
Eve went down to the beach this afternoon"
sad Mary, to see the storm coming"
And we fell into pious vein." added Ada. glee-
fully, and what do you think we were reciting?
The old verses that aunte taught u.s."
Ihe Way of the Lordw exclaimed Drew, with
enthusiasm, "why, every time the equinoctial comes
comes on, Hal and say it over. It always reminds
us of this house and Miss Lucy teaching it to us
youngsters on every stormy day."
Miss Lucy chuckled and knitted faster than ever
II used to wonder exactly what it meant" said
Hal slowly laying the silks in neat piles beside him.
But you know now" exclaimed Ada. Both had
unconsciousy raised their voices so as to be heard
by Miss Lucy in her corner, and who now inter
posed:
"No, children-you will have to be as old as I
am before you know that"
Silence fell upon the group with these words.
and without there seemed to be a momentary lul in
the storm The flashes of lightning became less fire.
Guent and the wind died into sullen murmuring.
Presently conversation began again, and the broth
ers, becoming each absorbed in what he was saving
to the girl beside him, paid little heed to what was
going on outside. Had the aunt's hearing been
acute, she might have heard through the growing
OF the tempest many pretty phrases wherein youth
full love expressed its present happiness and future
hopes.
But it was not destined that this little drama of
youthful love and domestic peace should remain
uninterrupted. Iii the noises of the storm which
had begun to rage again with greater violence
those within the room failed to hear the tramping
OF hurried feet the path outside even when they
reached the veranda that they were startled by
the sound of loud and continued knocking upon the
outer door. The girls turned pale. The aunt who
did not hear, pursued her knitting placidly until
she saw that the four had arisen and were regard
ing one another with surprise and CONSERVATION.
"Who can it be at this hour and in such
weather." cried Ada
Eve shall soon see" said the young men stimuli
tane0usly, as they flew to open the door. The girls
stood still with clasped hands, trembling though
they scarce knew why. The aunt, perceiving that
something was amiss, dropped her knitting needles
and peered with anxious glance into the hallway
Scarcely the key turned when the door burst
open from the very force of the wind, the lamp in
the hall flickered, and the roaring of the wind and
the noise OF the neaVy ram penetrated the apartment
with the icy northern blast. A voice was heard
hcre portentous even than the voice of the storm:
For Gods sake, come quickly Master Andrew
and Master Harry. You're wanted at the beach
There's schooner struggling out in the water and
we're going to man boat and see what we can do"
We'll go at once" cried the two brave brothers.
They were accounted among the best sailors there
lbouts. these handsome and fearless lads and their
services were invaluable Just then The girls made
40 remonstrance. They knew that it had to be, but
INTO their minds flashed, by common impulse, the
concluding lines of that little bit of poetry learned
ong ago in their childish days:
Through darkness we shall see the cross,
And bowling, we'll adore"
The old aunt, having been made to understand