The Holbrook news., 1914-08-21

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 We had almost forgotten the incl 1 dent by the next summer. We had been married two years then, and there was a reason why our home ought to materialize that year. We were still looking for it. Yes, and we were still discovering, new villages with quaint old houses within s1 hours ride of the metropolis.
 It was not easy to find the home of our dreams, and we were almost com ing to believe that 1t would never re- veal itself, when we came one day upon a village street which seemed somehow familiar to both of us.
 Dear" said Elizabeth, laying her hand upon my arm, don't you remem- Der now? That red brick cottage"
 "Old Michael's!" I exclaimed.
 Then we remembered everything, and we went on quite quickly, to see whether the old wall was still stand ing. It was-but three other walls had been added to it, each with ivy plants at the base, and shingled roof completed what was really a charming little house. Rose bushes, freshly set out, were beginning to bloom in the garden, and asman was at work in 8 potato patch near the gate. He turned as we drew near, and we recognized the man who had told us about old Michael.
 He did not recognize us, of course, but he was just as gossipy and ready for chat as ever. He came toward us, dragging his hoe behind him.
 ''Kind of hot today, ain't it?" he said, running the back of his hand across his dripping forehead.
 "So the house is built at last" said in answer. Did old Michael sell you the property?"
 He nodded and smiled. "Ah, so you was the couple as was here last year." he said. I've often thought of you since then, because, you see, 1t wasn't but week later that she come back"
 ''What!" cried. "Pansy?"
 Aye, Pansy. Eighteen year it must have been she'd been away in the city. working in some office there. Yes, and she'd rig and rig, too, till she had become quite an important person there. And then. having saved up a few thousand dollars, what does she do but come back to buy the old house."
 And did he sell it?T asked Eliza beth, quite breathless.
 Mot a bit of it," answered our friend. Tt was strange, her coming home just after I'd had that talk with you. I thought to myself, always hu- nor inquisitive folks and talk with them, because it means good luck
 We'll The ideal" exclaimed Eliza beth indignantly.
 "Old Michael had been working late that evening, because it was mid June and the light was strong. He came back about eight o'clock. I was passing his house when saw a wo- man coming along the road. It was her! knew her in a minute. So did old Michael. I was curious then, tell you
 "She come along and stood there, staring at him, and he stared back, but there wasn't anything but hate in his look. Then, all at once-I don't know how it happened, but heard a sort of sob-I don't know which one sobbed-and they were holding each other tight and crying and kissing. ! And Old Michael didn't look old any more, nor doesn't now. And-they live here now. work for 'em. Rich they i are, and-there's a baby come last i, April.
 So what say is. next time a gos- sip comes along, I'm a-going to treat him kindly, because they do bring luck with 'em, there's no doubt about that''
 We'll" gasped Elizabeth again,
 Dear" said, as we started home ward, T think we shall have to build : that house of ours after all."
 'But it shall not take us eighteen years to build it," I answered her.
 q saw by the look in her eyes that she understood me. For our house of love was built already. | Copyright, 1914 by W. c. Chapman)s