Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-26

woman who had begun to mother her
twenty years before and her eyes
filled with remorseful tears at the re-
nembrance of how she had ever %
wavered from her duty.
shall / read a chapter tonightf'
Kathleen asked.
mo. I'm too sleepy to listen. TN
shepherds psalm The words Of II
come to me so easy, you know. TIL
be asleep in few minutes Good
night. You're good child win you
sit by little?"
Yes. Granny" Kathleen turned the
lamp down low and looked out of the
window at the rising moon. She
thought of Jerry-how brave and true
would never make their waiting harder
by word of reproach. Her grand
mother fell into a restless s'eep and
Kathleen once or twice soothed her
with a word or gentle touch. All sum
mer her grandmother's early evening
slumber had often been disturbed by
vexing dreams. and Kathleen had
learned to quiet her with voice or hand.
Suddenly her grandmother opened her
eyes and stared at her quite strangely.
Where's little Lizzie?" she asked.
Are you LizZie?"
why, granny. YOU
Don't call me granny. Lizzie. That's
silly. I'm your mother"
Kathleen choked down the lump that
came into her throat and tried to
speak.
why don't you say something.
Lizzie? You're sitting there so un-
natural"
Mother" murmured Kathleen.
Listen, what's that, Lizzie?"
Kathleen heard the clear notes OF
cornet coming, it seemed, across the
Listen. Lizzie. it's Kathleen
Mavourneen.' Your father used to
play that when We were counting
and there was a dear little strange
girl l named Kathleen just for re
membrance. Maybe it's your father.
Lizzie. in the arbor. It's long time
since he's played any. isn't it?'
Yes" answered Kathleen. and her
iously at her grandmother. whose eyes
were again closed. and she thought OF
Jerry out there in the moonlight with
the surprise-this great surprise.
"Oh, Jerry, Jerry, L need you" she
cried brokenly out of the window. bur
Jerry, hidden In the arbor. saw and
heard her not. for his only answer was
the first tender notes of the old mel
ody. How Can Leave Thee
There. your father always was play
ing that to me. Lizzie. But he's gone.
Lizzie, and you're gone, too. little
daughter" The old voice trailed away
into a weak whisper. Hes calling
me-
Then the aged woman closed her
eyes and lay so silent that Kathleen
thought she was sleeping until sud
denly she sat up, her face illumfned
and glorified with an eager look that
seemed to reach out way beyond
Kathleen Home. Sweet Home" she
said weakly, but clearly. Yes. John.
I'm coming home TO sou; I'm coming,
and then she fell back on her pillow
and again closed her eyes Kathleen
laid her trembling fingers on her wrist
and felt with infinite relief the falnl
but certain beating of the pulse. For
a few minutes she sat beside the bed,
scarcely conscious of the music her
lover was making until the cornet
rang with the old question, "Bufaio
Girls, Aren't You Coming out To-
Night" Kathleen smiled very family
Jerry was growing impatient Sne
leaned over her grandmother and gent
" smoke to her, but there was no
answer Then she slipped nolseiessiy
from the room and ran lightly down
stairs through the door out into the
garden to Jerry aud grasped his hand.
",ome" she said, and In the moon
light he could see the fear in her white
face.
what is it?" he asked as she drew
him swiftly to the house
"Grandmother, She On, Jerry, 1
don't know what TO think
In another moment they were stand
ing together gazing tenderly down &C
the quiet little figure on the bed.
.She lust slept away, Kathleen"
Eyes" Kathleen dashed her hand
across her eyes and turned her CULVER
ing face to Jerry. Your surprise
made her going glad. II was wonder
full and beautiful, Jerry. The surprise
was for dear granny.