The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1912-10-21

= As matter Of sclfrespect, she volunteered:
1T was very indccorous OF me to act as I did
this morning. but Father Augustin was responsible
lie does SO love to tease Mother Phlippa. | Just
could not help playing into his hands
She was very charming as she stood there. her
eyes softly shining, the coler mounting higher and
higher on her cheeks, while She essayed justiaca-
ton of the mornings boisterous mood She wore
white lingerie dress trimmed with bows of pale
blue ribbons the only hnery allowed the conpeat
girs and TO the stranger she seemed the impersona-
ton Of sweet, pristine madenhood as She stood be-
lore him. hands elaSped, her bosom heaving very
lightly her checks ahame seuli-smile circng about
lips and eyes. And this niadenness which he had
not suspected IN the morning. when she had seemed
veritable hoyden in her rough white sweater and
fur cap and tumbed hair led him to be cautious
against becoming personal too quickly.
fa1her Augusun was very good 10 me last night"
anc ne talked about his misadyen and the cour-
age Father Augustin had displayed in coming to his
rescue alone.
They sat down together on the four.yards long
rep-covered mahogany sofa with yre-shaped arms
and back he lounging comfortably in corner, she
situng mles away, very very erect, upon the edge
of the farthermost corner. rather frightened at thus
entertaining all by herself
She exerted strange charm ON him as She sat
there 50 sIit and prim and virginia. but he dared
take fright and fly away. But presently as she be-
came more at ease, her trigidy fell away from her
ana ne perceived TO MS delight that She was
loyeiler when she unbent than when erect and cold
They spared litte--she was too bright 10 be
inspldly amiable--and there little OF the inno-
cent coquetry Of youth, so often a prelude 10 the
more sonorous passages Of life and her mood yeered
and shifted from the of pure giflishness
10 the semblance OF mature dignity which would
invest the full grown woman she would one day be-
All the while Sister Veronica sat in the remote
alcove, nodding over prayer-book and rosary
By the time the old fashioned, wrought-iron grand
fathers clock struck one Tor the halfhour between
1--WE and six, the divine spark had hutered from eye
to eye, the immortal beatitude had brushed their
hearts with seraph wings, and the stranger rose
10 and they stood side by side all they elt was
wonder that the mute music which throbbed in their
breasts could not, by dint OF its immensely make
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amazed that the ordinary channels of speech that
ordinary words must still serve them
Father Augustin exacted puncuality Of me in
leaving at this hour" he said. Tomorrow may !
call AGAIN.?
Smiling, Elizabeth breahed confused, happy
dsys" Syi Inc" she asked so 70" stay over other
lie replied with impassioned earnestness:
Il you will consent to me, Father Augustn
has promised to put up all the week"
Elizabeth flushed deeiousy
"Ot that we will speak y morrow" she said, con-,
usedly Before you go, Mr.. Stranger will you not
tell me your name and hear nline5"
He replied halungy;
Your first name know. and the rest must,
refer to Father Augustin' He became grave all
most somber He has been very good to rs the
dear Able Then, If fearing 10 say much he
left Ezabeths side abruptly AT the door he faced
For tonight he said, think OF me as stran-
ger and you 10 shall be Elizabeth of All Saints
Elizabeth stood alone and quiet quite still in the
center OF the large room into which the gentle tw-
light was gradually hlterng. and her eyes were
luminous almost if phosphorescent with the high
tide OF happy understanding But. being human and
a woman, She desired confirmation to follow imrne-
diaiely in the wake oi hope
Down the long, chill, marble-paved corridor sile
fitted with will-'othe- wsp grace She went its ex-
trene length. Softly She pushed open the library
door. AT the Gothic window, book in hand but not
reading, sat Father Augustin lie did not hear her
4 She entered.
Elizabeth kneit at his side upon tapestry-coyered
foot rest and whispered Father Augustin!"
lie started as one who had been walked from
deep slumber.
my daughter he said and stroked the girls hair.
Father Aneustin,' she repeated The inexxplieable
JOY that invaded her pulling her in all direc~
tons, and She did know, in her experience from
which corner 10 proceed She plucked up resolu-
ton.
We had such pleasant afternoon" she said,
How did thou find the young man, eh?
"So-so" said Elizabeth Her heart was thump-
humping. Dear Father Augustin, what-what is
the strangers namef"
His name? queried Father Augustin starting up.
His name?" he repeated, naiyely as il the posses
unsuspected and remarkable ac MS ' name Eh
bien, by aud by shall remember it. Thou saidst |
believe, that thou thnkest well Of him:"
Il think him charming said Elizabeth, with a
deep flush .
the girls chin and gazed long and deeply into the
pure untroubed eyes.
And does the charming young man stay over till
He stays all week. dear Father Augustin9 whis-
pered the girl
lis strange, my daughter, how names loiter away
from the memory and then saunter back again
grow older. His name--why, child. what ais thee"
For Elizabeth had covered her face with her hands
and her shoulders heaying with sobs.
Dear Father Augustin." She whispered how kind
you are, how good how we'll you remember how it
feels to be young! You need not tell the stran-
gers name for / have guessed it. It is CASTOR
Devereaux.'
She began to cry softly her head leaning against
the old priests shoulders and Father Augustin smiled
his gentle, shrewdly kind smile OF what he said to
her She caught only stray fragments for JOY shutters
and bars the windows OF the soul quite much as
grief Perhaps he told her mnutely Of the cam
paign he had planned in her behalf OF which the
success ful end had flashed upon her like sunburs
Perhaps, negecting the immateral details he spoke
only Of those things which the tongue of even
saintke old priest touch only in the silves
borderiand OF twilight. when sublime peace, holy
JOY. or a sacred sorrow fills every lane and bypath
OF heart and soul.
Presently Father Augustn ceased speaking and
Elizabeth ceased weeping She about TO speak
when she caught sight OF the Abbes face, iliuninedi
by the last light Of the brief December day.
Though his eyes moist, there a smile on