The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-22

formed her into disemsoded spirit of joy, akin fs ns thf as sns sas Y sf sna t% flame that 'rV
 As matter of se1f-respect, she volunteered: Tt was very L indec9fIous of me 3 act as did He: He does so love to tease Mother Philippa l just She he as ' .Rs stood there her eyes softly shining the color mounting higher and ton of the m mornings boisterous mood sEe wore bne wltf bbons e dress S nn o.d T Pos I of s girls and to the stranger she seemed the impersona fore him, hands clasped, her bosom heaving very lightly her cheeks afame sem-sn1ile creing aboGt not suspected in the morning when she had seemed fur eap and hs ed h % o e esaoas es against gai1 becoming personal too quickly
 and he talked about his isadventure and the cour- age Father Augustn had displayed in coming to his
 They sat down together on the four-yards-long. and back he 1ounging comfortably in one corner she of he eor9e eTef bP2n f z, 9Sss entertaining all by herself.
 e[e n se stiff and p @ and ind EFgna but he dared ot came more ease, her frigidty feii away frcn her ioyelier when she nnbent than when erect and cold nspdy fheTe e Rd D5ehs of the ano os cent coquetry of youth so often prelude to the and shifted from evanescence of pure airlishness to the $. sembance a1; of mature dignity which would
 All the while Sister Veronica sat in the remote
 By the e e o0fF and rand 1e nd 9e & t trk Sne ene s1aT fF bS s bw to eye the immortal beatitude had brushed their fo sIge m y SsyaR sde fSd bS sd M eg f: wonder that the mute music which throbbed in their itself audible to their ears as we'll They were crddinafFy words, must stili serve them,
 a1g a ss hou he ss S @ I Smiling, Elizabeth breathed a confused, happy yes. Then che asked, 50 you stay over another
 @ oa eonsnf me- Psef hAE usReG G 8ut desouP1y %P a. the week. .of that we will speak to.fperrow she said. con tell me your name and hear miner" '''' st aHaE aas & fss bs.%s ass' gave eaT a hai es4n o ss2 0oa d to left Ezabeths side abruptly At the door he faced For tozaight. he said @hink of Elizabeth stood alone and quiet, quite still in the center of the large room into which the gentle tw luminous. almost as if phosphorescent, with the high woman, she desired confirmation to follow imme- diately in the wake of hope.
 q. Down the long shi narble-pavsd corridor she fitted Tith ft1 I ssd She wfn % ss e At the nS booE R but nt reading sat Father Augustin- He did not hear her Elizabeth d neEt at his side pon
 
 Ny daughter" he said and strOksd the girls hair joy that invaded her was pulling her in all direc- which corner to proceed She plucked up resolu- t'on .17u. had .,.h a,s...r+ afternoon .h. s.;d How did thou find the young man, eh ?" humping. Dear Father Augustin, what-what is His name? ,. queTied Father Augustin, starting up His name?" he repeated, naively, as if the posses sion of name the strangers part wholly unsuspected and remarkable fact "IIis nameI Eh 5ien. by and by I shall remember it. Thou saidst believe, that thou thinlxest well of hirn7"
 '.I think him charming" said Elizabeth with Charming ek bient" Father Augustin tilted back the girls chin and gazed long and deeply into the And does the charming young man stay tiH He stays all week, dear Father Augustin," wfis- That is we'll His name-I remember it now 'tis strange, my daughter, how 1oiter away from the memory and then saunter back again we grow older. His name-why, child, what ails thees9 For Elizabeth had covered her face with her hands and her shoulders were heaving with sobs. YOU are how good, how well you remember how n feels be youngl You need not tell the strsn- gers name, for I have guessed it. It is Gaston Devereaux."
 She began to cry softly, her head leaning against his gentle, shrewdly kind smile. Of what he said her she caught only stray fragments for joy shutters grief Perhaps he told her IninuteIy of the cam pagn he had planned in her behalf, of which the successful end had flashed upon her like sunburst Perhaps neglecting the inmateral details he spoke only of those things which the tongue of even a border1and of twilight when sublime peace, a holy joy, or sacred sorrow fills every lane and bypstb Presently Father Augustin ceased speaking, and Elizabeth ceased weeping She was about to speak by the last scant light of the brief December day his iips and through the mist in his kind shrevvd eve he was eyazin