The Press., 1919-08-07
His Eyes WeariIy Watching the Little
 Meadow Brook.

1 His Eyes Wearily Watching the L'ttle Meadow Brook. Keenon had been three months with l Morcland While that exquisite and 1 particular gentleman had never had a l chauffeur that pleased him so well. the 1 pale young fellow with the clear eyes 1 and sensitive mouth drew no more { thought from him than if he had been ] part of the machine.
 1 But the first day that he took his l betrothed out after his acquisition of l Keenon, Keenon's lonely, bereft heart 1 had gone out to her. And sandy l Sandy had felt sudden dislike to l the man sitting beside her. 1 Every time after that day when she 1 went out with Moreland when he called 1 on his rich parishiOners his car never 1 stopped before a home of poverty she caught herself contrasting the two 1 Moreland dark. self-Satisfed. egotisti- 1 cal impatirntlN consequential the i yonn" man. gentle. Quie,, unohtruSiVe. 1 "For all he's so wrptchelly thin, she thought Hes beautiful when he smiles. but hs smile is so wiStfuI.' 1 She generally sat in the car while 1 Moreland made his calls, and grad 1 ually they got a little acquainted. l Sandy loved to see his face light up | and his eyes deepen as she talked 1 She wished he would talk more. (And 1 only heaven knew how much he want l ed to pour out his soul to this listen ! erD
 The day she discovered she didn't 1 want to marry MOreland. he had gone l in 10 see crochety old Mrs. Cornelius, 1 ard she had promised to come in for a l few minutes, later. Keenon held open the door for her to step out. but one l of those ridiculous high heels threw l her. He caught her as she fell and fer an instant her brown head lay on his breast.
 By a mighty effort the young man kept his arms from tightening, and his lips from her glowing cheek, but in that fleeting second Sandys world was changed forever. They both knew.
 After lunch at the picnic, Sandy es- capped from her friends and followed tempting little path across grassy field Suddenly she came upon keenon lying on his elbow, his eyes Wearlly watching the little meadow brook be- fore him.
 He did not know she was near until she picked up the book by him and read aloud from it's fiy-leaf: "J. Glad son Keenon! 'Gladson' Is a nice name"
 He leapt up. "I am glad you like 1t. Mother calls-I mean" his smile faded, Mother used to call me 'Glad'"
 Then your mother?"
 "My mother'-his voice was not steady-"my mother died five months ago. My father died when the prop erty went-he couldn't stand the ruin of things-and mother the week after
 "She couldn't live without him Then I was i'll, and when l got better they said for me to stay out of doors and I came out here."
 "Oh '" she cried softly, and two big drops splashed on Moreland's ring "all this time you've been missing them, and I didn't know! l d1dn1 = know! Forgive me. I've talked tt you about such trivial things whe1 your heart was aching!"
 That evening Brewster told Sandy reluctantly enough, about her father She grew white, but she controlled he1 emotions ga1lantly.
 "Thank you, Uncle Ted" she salf simply, flor telling me now"
 Ut was for your sake," he began
 "Yes," she interrupted him, "yo' withheld the truth for my sake, bu for his sake I should have been tol' years ago. I might have been able t' make his life happier all these years all these years"
 She wiped away the tear that ral across her cheek.
 "I am going to start tonight"
 On Wednesday morning. few day later, Sandy stopped her uncle's auto mobile outside the study of the churcf The pastors car stood by the side walk.
 "Where have you been all these 1v days. AlexandraT Moreland frettec "You never even told me you Wer going away"
 She lifted her head. "I have bee visiting my father"
 "Your father!" The words came Keenon, who was looking for boo in the church library. "Sandra, l Ill derstood your father was dead"
 ITO the world, yes," she answere' "a life prisoner in the states priso since was two years old. He is goo now-but my mother loved him Whe he wasn't. He says her love and falt have sustained him all this time, an he is so happy. Now I've found hin Vernon. Pm going to see him ever month-Im going to ask the governt to pardon him!"
 Then the unwilling listener heal hard remarks about "the sins of tf fathers and considering ones pos tion in the world"
 Then he heard Sandy saying: 9Th from you-a minister to strlcke souls!"
 A little later when she swept o through the library, Morelands di mond no longer gleamed on her le hand. She did not see Keenon or tice that she dropped one of her lit white gloves.
 t"T found 1t in the church library he explained. 'I was there this nor ing when you passed through"
 His quick flush told her he h' heard her talking to Moreland.
 "Oh Glad-Gladl" 1" she cried, "wou you quarrel with the woman you p1 tossed ta love. -hecalae she would D