The Green Forest tribune., 1909-04-09

IN0NNEIHEOU den stop Tn frOnt Ol IhNSWxGXvn the village church IE4NWtlXM and listened with Ht10yWl@SN bated breath. Rising LsaizzS7z1H high above the mel low growl of the organ voice fioated out to his enraptured ears-a clear thrilling, triumphant voice, singing Handeps stirring aria, T Know That My Redeemer Liveth"
 Her voice, by all that is wonder full" he muttered, with an eager light in his eyes. Surely I can't be mis taken. It must be the Easter lady,"
 He sat there with a rapt expression on his face until the portals of the church swung open and the congrega tfon spilled out into the April sun shine, bringing color and animation to the scene. He scanned the crowd with searching glances as it slowly melted away. The last to leave the church was the gray-haired rector, and walk ing by his side as he came down the walk was beautiful young woman
 Tt is she" whispered the man in the automobile. q never saw her in my life before but I know it is she!'
 The rector and his companion came nearer. They were about to pass the car when the girl suddenly glanced ur and stopped.
 Why, this is my car, believe, she said blithely to the rector. "I'n to dine with Mrs. Camperdown, you know. Good-by, MT. Roden, and tell Mrs. Roden I shall see her soon.'
 The rector lifted his hat with pro found bow and walked on up the vii lage street, while the girl turned tc Valdean with pretty assurance.
 '"This is the Camperdown car, is fl not?"
 In an instant Valdean was standing on the curb beside her, hat in hand.
 "Of course" he said glibly. Tt is anything you wish. That is-er- Let me assist you, madam. Take this for ward seat, please, beside the driver ,
 The girl was on the step when she hesitated, looked the car over doubt fully and turned a half-frightened face toward Valdean. Her cheeks were flaming
 Am I making a mistake?" she fal tered
 Not at all, assure you," he stout Iy protested.
 "I am Miss Drummond, you know?'
 Certainly, madam"
 Mrs. Camperdown wrote me that she would have her automobile wait ing in front of the church, butt think II know she said it would be linn ousine"
 'The limousine is out of order this morning." lied Valdean cheerfully, as he gently pushed the girl into sea and hastily occupied the one beside her. So it had to be this or noth ing. You will find it just as com fortable. I think"
 He put the car in motion, and i glided down the street with a soft purring sound.
 Now" he added. after a pause, f you will kindly tell me which way am to go"
 Which way?" exclaimed the girl ''Why, direct to the Camperdown farm of course"
 "Yes, of course, but-but I haven the slightest idea where that is, yo, see"
 The girl stared at him as if sht doubted his sanity.
 Perhaps you will be kind enougl $1 fnll rryhn ch a manded, coldly.
 Richard Valdean, at your service My father is a well-known banker il the city-Sylvester Valdean, by name Possibly you have heard of him. was out for spin in my machine, an( happened to be in front of the church and-and there was no other vehicle in sight, and-and you couldn't walk you know|I could not let you walk
 He choked in his eagerness, ant paused abruptly.
 T suppose I ought to be terribly in dignant," she said, expressing he merriment, "but really I cannot be oth erwise than grateful to you for thi! kindness. You are very obliging, an sure. Besides, the mistake was min' in the beginning. Mrs. Camperdowl lives two miles out in the country, ant you are going in the right direction Mr. Valdean." She hesitated a mo ment, and then asked: Were yo, waiting for anybody at the church?"
 "Yes, was waiting for you," he re piled, simply. For mel" she exclaimed 'I heard your voice. you know heard you singing that beautiful aria and stopped to listen. I knew it wal the voice of the Easter lady, and was waiting there to see you com, out"
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