The Washington herald., 1917-01-06

They met on foreign soil.
The stranger had been wandering long
away from home and was restless and
dissatisfied when one radiant winters
morning he lifted his eyes and saw The
Girl.
Afterward, when he had achieved an
Introduction, he fingered over their frs,
vision.
when you came into the room, I waa
conscious Of 1t even before / saw you.
and when / looked into your eyes an In
stant sense Of recognition flooded my
senses. 1t was as II some beautiful thins
TOT which had been waiting all my life
was suddenly given to me-"
The Girl gave The Stranger her rap,
attention. His words were a revela ton
to her. for the tone in which they were
spoken rang sincere.
He seemed such a serious chap-this
oear Stranger Man who had 90 mysteri-
ously flashed into her life; SO earnest In
purpose; SO high In his ideals.
Yes, he answered her repeated ques-
ucning, there have been other women
IN my life-two Of them-but 1t wasn't
the real thing in either case. The rela-
uonship both times was too superficial
to endure. There is just one miracle of
love In mans life and that works its
wonders forever"
So 1t came about that in less than q
month OF almost constant companionship,
The Girl plighted her troth to The
Stranger.
Time" he argued" is nothing, when
there Is recognition between two souls.
When q man finds his other ego he
knows 1t instantly
Yes" answered The Girl ecstatically
ut is a mircale"
"(soH's y,,fro oio },
reverently. as he gathered her gently into
his arms and kissed her.
And questioned The Girl. "you will
come back to me soon?"
Before the May flowers are in bloom,
dear love of mime he promised earnest
ly.
And The Girl, perfect in her faith, be-
iieved that 1t would be so.
When time came that they should
part-The Girl and The stranger-they
were both very sad
him.
There shall be a year of such perfect
months" he comforted her.
But even his promises did not stay her
tears.
The separation win be sotteued by
your messages" she told him between
sobs counting the days that must elapse
before his first letter from his fal
country could reach her in her own to
which she was going.
But when he had kissed away her tears
and gone from her. she could find no re-
lief from the unutterable desolation that
lay like a leaden weight upon her heart
But after little, in planning her OWL
home going, her pulse quickened with
the assurance that upon her arrival she
should find her accumulated letters.
In the interim, she wrote to The
Stranger every day. Sometimes two let
sunset. Always there gushed from the
tender heart of her the newborn love
that was such a beautiful trusting thing
She poured out her every thought tc
The Stranger. She drew pen pictures OF
the home together which, in their month
OF companionship, they had planned, and
after each letter had gone forth to him
a great sense OF contentment and peace
filed her heart, and when, at last, the
time came when The Girl should go homs
she was wild with impatience.
His dear letters, All. I want then
so." she cried.
And she hastened her going for the
sake Of them.
Wiggling impatiently from parental en-,
brace, The Girl flung of her wraps a.
the very portals of her home.
My mall" she begged, give It to MT
quickly"
Much surprised, the mother fetched tn.
Girls letters. With trembling finger,
she ran through them.