Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-26

for do be that 'appy earted-Lord!"
| With which exclamation, Adam laughed
again and, turning about, strobe away to
the kitchen with Prudence and the rosy
checked maids, laughing as he went.
ooh, my dears!' said little Miss Priscilla.
ave hoped for this, prayed for it, because
I believe he is-worthy of you, Anthea, and
because you have. both loved each other,
| from the very beginning-oh, dear me, yes,
you have! And so, my dears, your happi-
| ness is my happiness, and-oh, goodness me!
here l stand talking sentimental nonsense
while our Small Porges is simply dropping
| asleep as he stands"
"'Fraid am bit tired, Small Porges adj
mitted; "but it's been a magnif' cent night.
An 1 think, Uncle Porges, when we sail
away in your ship, l think I'd like to sail
round the Horn first, cause they say it's
| always blowing, you know, and l should
love to hear it blow. An -goodnight!'
wait minute, my Porges. Just tell us
last night, will your"
1Well," said Small Porges, shaking his
head, and smiling slow, sly smile, II don't
s'pose we'd better talk about it, Uncle
Porges, cause, you see, it was such very
great secret; an 'sides-I'm awful sleepy,
you know!" So saying, he nodded slumber
ously, kissed Anthea sleepily, and, giving
Miss Priscilla his hand, went drowsily into
the house.
BUT, as for BeIlew, it seemed to him that
= this was the hour for which he had lived
all his life, and, though he spoke nothing of
this thought, yet Anthea knew it instinct
ively,-as she knew why he had avoided
looking at her hitherto, and what had caused
the tremor in his voice, despite his iron self
control; and, therefore, now that they were
alone, she spoke hurriedly, and at random:
aWhat-did he-Georgy mean by-your
ship?'
3Why, promised to take him cruise in
the yacht-if you cared to come, Anthea."
3Yacht!' she repeated. 3Are you SO
dreadfully rich?"
am afraid we are," he nodded; "but, at
least, it has the advantage of being better
than if we were-dreadfully poor, hasn't it?'
Now, in the midst of the garden there was
an old sundial worn by time and weather,
and it CHANGED that they came and leaned
| there, side by side. And, looking down on
the dial, Bellew saw certain characters
craven thereon in the form of poesy.
3What does it say here, Anthea?" he
| asked.
But Anthea shook her head. 1That you
must read for yourself, she said, not looking
at him.
So he took her hand in his, and with her
slender finger spelled out this motto:
Time and youthe do flee awaie-
Love. Oh! Love then, whites We may.
@Anthea," said he, and again she heard the
tremor in his voice, 3you have been my wife
nearly three-quarters of an hour, and all that
| time haven't dared to look at you, because,
| if had, l must have-kissed you, and l
meant to wait-until your own good time.
But, Anthea, you have never yet told me
that you-love me-Anthea!'
She did not speak, or move; indeed, she
was so very still that he needs must bend
down to see her face. Then, all at once, her
lashes were lifted, her eyes looked up into
his-deep with passionate tenderness.
@Aunt Priscilla quite-right," she
said, speaking in her low, thrilling voice. Il
have loved you-from the-very beginning,
| think" And, with soft, murmurous sigh,
she gave herself into his embrace.
Now, far away across the meadow, Adam
was Flooding his homeward way, and as he
trudged he sang to himself in harsh, but
not unmusical voice, and the words of his
song were these:
When am dead.-diddle diddle.-as we'll may
hap.