Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-07-06

Iy and learn by the stars what very
probably WILL happen. Some day
We'll learn their secrets--some dayl"
His fine face glowed. lit with the en-
thusiasm of his youth and aspiration.
There, there, now. waren't
ameanin' t'be disbeleavin' r discour-
agin'. Jest harmless bit O. orman's
foolery. Don't you mind NE young
man. You go on with y'r star-gazin'.
Some day y'll catch 'em up to some
thin tricky, an then report 'em an
make a name fr y'self. That big
opry glass ygot out therein the yard
ought tbe a deal o'help. Eh?"
Yes father. a great deal of help;
and SOME day I might catch them
up t'somethin' tricky" He laughed
affectionately.
Paul loved and respected his old
father with that tender devotion and
consideration that only fine natures
are capable of, and he thought with a
pang OF regret as he paced gravely the
disappointed room that his recent ac-
ceptance of the post as astronomer at
the great mountain observatory would
separate him from his kindly, genial,
illiterate old father-this dear old
chum, as he had come to consider him.
The thought of leaving his father
would make his leaving sad--for, as
he paced and gazed, his mind travelled
forward to grey, high-towered OBJ
servatory on a lonely peak in the
mountains peak that would be to
him doubly lonely without Anita Lo-
gan. Then, travelling back from the
gloomy picture his youthful morbid
ness made tragic, his mind jumped
back to that night almost a year ago
when first he met Anita Logan at a
University dance; and that same face
that a moment ago was grave with
the graveness OF doubt, became Suf-
fused with an embarrassed blush, as
he remembered how shy and panicky
he became when. after the evening
had worn away she declared that he
danced "a million times better" than
the others. Then they had sat out a
dance-sat it out on the low, broad
veranda of the clubhouse. under the
myriad stars of a pregnant sky-sat
1t out, and spoke never a word feel
Ing in harmony with the soft-voiced
winds as they soughed through the
willows-feeling in harmony with the
chirp of each absurdly self-important
cricket, and the momentary spark of
each busy flashing -fly-feeling in
harmony with the whole universe and
with infinite time, as the presence of
that gracious beautiful girl made him
understand more clearly than all the
textbooks that ever were printed, the
meaning OF all natural and spiritual
things.
He remembered how he had walked
home that night his feet on the
ground, and his soul in the stars. He
had met her often after that, and
each time he saw her, each time he
was permitted to lave his soul in the
light or her radiant presence, he felt
more and more that all his study, all
his aspirations, all his LIFE had
meaning and form only as it could be
lived with her, and for her. They
had come to be great friends, this
brieklayer's son and the heiress to a
fortune. They had gone on and on in
their youthful, enthusiastic intimacy,
until there had come to be such a
bond between them, that Paul looked
longingly, hopefully, fearfully to the
day when he would receive his ap-
pointment and ask her to be his wife.
His wife. With those words burning
on his mind, his pacing became few
erish and fast, his eyes sparkled and
grew dull and ain-contracted as he
thought, alternately, of his desire and
his presumption. He realized the
great barrier of "class" that
reared itself between them, but his
love and hope, his urgent, youthful
egoism hurdled those gates even as his
heart fluttered in nervous apprehen-
sion at their forbiddlng height.
He had put it off. and put it Off
and tomorrow he was to leave! To-
morrow! The thought startled him,
as his browsing dreamy mind bcca me
aware of the necessity for quick, def
mite action. His resolution was as
instant as his courtship-for their
close intimacy was really that-was
protracted, idyllic. He went to the
phone, desperately resolute. and
called her number
Hello, Miss Logan, please. Mr..
Reed speaking Hello. Ann, is that
you? This is Paul. You know I've
received my appointment today? Yes.
Thanks. I'm leaving tomorrow May
come up? Oh, fine!-and may I
bring my father? I'd like you to
meet him. All right in half an hour.
Good bye
"wot's this hear? Bringin' your
father. eh? Not me, I tell YOU"