The Winslow mail., 1912-08-31

which she craved she felt that the sac
rifiee was too great. II the minister
loved Gloria, he would soon cease to
be her friend, and how could she live
without the support of that friend.
ship?
The little woman grew pale and
quiet and, turning more and more to
the humble people about her, was
drawn into their lives so that she be
came mother confessor to more than
one who, in sickness or in health
leaned on her wisdom, her common
sense her sympa thy.
You are wonder" Rev. Mr.. Don
aid told her one morning as she ask
ed his advice with regard to q pair Of
Italian lovers.
''Tessa's parents want her to marry
a richer man. she said, "but l am go
Ing to see that she marries Rafael
/ They love each other, and that is
enough"
Yes" the minister agreed, absent.
mindedly. that is enough"
His preoccupation seemed to sep
arate him finally from Miss Caroline.
II am going now" she said has
tily. Il shall expect you Friday night.
Harold Cartwright will be there-and
Gloria. And all of our Germans and
italians. I want you to make little
address"
What are you going to do7" he
asked her suddenly.
sT-7" Miss Caroline stared. 'sOh. !
shall sit in the audience and ar.
p1aud."
'You won't do anything of the kind"
he said with precision. "You are go
ing to precede my speech with lit
tie talk about the children and the
children's music. No one can do It
as you can"
"Oh," Miss Caro1ines face lighted
do you think 1 could love the
children and the music, and I should
like the parents to know why am
doing it"
''Then tell them," said Rev. Donald
McGregor with finality.
And so it happened that when
Gloria Campbell, a vision of beauty in
her white satin gown, swept into the
d1ngy hall, she was met by her Aunt
Caro- in filmy gray and violets.
"How stunning you look!" Gloria
said, holding the little woman at
arms length, where did you get the
violets?"
"Mr. McGregor sent them," Miss Car
oline stated nervously fI am afraid
they were meant for you, my dear
He knows how you love violets."
Gloria laughed.
''If he meant them for me, why
didn't he send them to me?" she de-
manded.
Il thought he might feel timid," Miss
Caroline stammered.
"Timid?" Gloria stared. "Why. he
hasn't a timid bone in his body, Aunt
Caro-"
Il know" Miss Caroline agreed, "but
I am sure it's mistake"
Harold sent me these American
Beauties" Gloria explained. "They
don't go with my hair bit, but ]
am aTcully fond Of them, and he
knows it,
Gloria sang that night like a siren,
and in the duet she and Harold Cart
wright seemed to rise above reality
and to live in world of love
and song.
Gloria is lovely woman" Miss
Caroline whispered to the minister in
a last act of selfeffacement. "She may
seem frivolous, but she would make
a perfect wife for a serious man."
mo doubt, no doubt" McGregor
agreed, "but Harold doesn't seem sc.
rious"
"Harold?"
"They are in love with each other"
the minister said quietly, "any one can
see it,
Miss Caroline stole a quick glance
at him, and was met by a serenity
that sent all her theories flying. Sure
ly he was hurt-surely he had cared
for Gloria!
But even as she questioned the duet
ended, and it was time for her little
speech.
Standing very quietly in front OF
that motley audience she told them
why she was trying to bring music
into their lives. There was always
happiness in song, and even If one
were in deep trouble, there were
hymns for comforting. Life might be
made easier for ones self and for the
brother who had not learned to sing.
She was teaching lullabys to the lit.
tie boys, so that love of home and of
country might be implanted in their
hearts.
And when she had finished her lit.
tie talk, and come down the aisle, a
quiet figure in her gray gown, love
Tor her shone in patient eyes and
despairing eyes, and vacant eyes, and
hands were outstretched to touch her.
The minister, hearing a broken Ital-
ian murmur in front of him, trans