The Washington herald., 1913-11-23


large. wide eyes that were deep and
somber with sudden sorrow.
Perhaps l do, though" she replied,
softly. Our own burdens teach US
sympathy and understanding
Her eyes turned from him, in ex-
PLANTATION, ito the fat envelope where
its edge peeped out from the book
The envelope did not interest him
much and he returned to the eyes.
They were remarkably pretty eyes,
very blue. indeed, and full of express
sion. The lashes above them were
long and curved. The hair clustering
about her white brow was of the ex-
act golden shade that had let him
stretch a point to call it red when he
was boy. Below its shining waves
the tip of a pink ear was revealed.
Her cheeks were rounded and creamy.
Her neck was a firm, white, beautiful
ly modelled column that supported her
small head most gracefully. Pickles
To think that he had ever called her
Pickles!
Grandfather and Grandmother Gil
man were looking out of the side win
dow at them.
Look at that, nowp' said Grand
father Gilman. Honestly, feel like
wanted to paddle that boyl There
he sits, as stiff as a poker, talking
to the prettiest girl in Oakdale with
no more life in him than if she was a
sack of potatoes. Did !, at his age,
ever sit like tailor's dummy on any
girls front porch?"
Adam" retorted Grandma Gilman,
my distinct recollection is that at
twenty-five you was the biggest fool
in the county,
The mailman came up the street.
: Miss Blanchard ran down to the gate
and he handed her a large, fat, square,
cream tinted envelope. Mr.. Gilman
had followed her.
Have you anything for me?" he
asked the mailman. "Mr. Hatred
Joyce Gilman"
The mailman looked up with a
start
why, hello, Harry" he cried
heartily, and held out his hand. 81
didn't recognize you How you have
grown"
Mr.. Halfred Joyce Gilman was too
dignifed to vince.
There's scarcely any change in you,
Mr.. Powell" he said with lofty gra-
ciousness. "The years treat you very
kindly, indeed"
Getting gray-gray as a rat" And
the mailman jerked off his hat a mo-
ment. Let me see. You asked about
letter. got one here, but hadn't
any idea that Halfred Joyce Gilman
could be you
The letter he hunted out was in
long, legal envelope. 1t bore, printed
in one corner, the address of the Ten
ement House Sunshine League. Mr..
Gilman took it with reverence, while
the deep frown of concentration creas-
ed his brow.
q shall have to ask you to excuse
me-" he said briskly to Miss Blanch-
ard. 81 have been waiting with some
anxiety for this delayed communica-
ton. 1t is-well-the call to duty"
He glanced at the fat envelope. You,
too, will be naturally anxious to see
what Uncle Sam has brought you"
81 know beforehand" she said.
These envelopes bring me no sur
prises. They are my only rays of sun
shine
He smiled sadly and shook his head.
He intended to devote himself solely
and undoubtedly to humanity, and if
he ever married at all it would be to
some good woman who could aid him
in his settlement work; even then only
if he was convinced that they could
do more together than they could sep
arately.
You must come over Often" invit-
ed Miss Blanchard. 'T am interested
in your work" 4
Il should be glad, indeed, if could
interest you seriously in it," he as
sured her. Il shall consider il nv