Evening star., 1922-09-03

Tidborough. He sold portion of the
investments left him by his father
and bought the cottage, and now the
rapturous delights of searching shops
to furnish and adorn it-for her!
Before he left her, on the termina-
tion Of his holiday. he told her of the
her. He pretended the cottage was
already his-"on his hands," as he
put it-and would be all the better for
having a tenant. How was she to
live? That was simple. There was
an immense demand for furnished
rooms in and around Penny Green.
1t had always been an idea of his to
put into this cottage some one who
could let Off the two spare rooms
there would be. It was really a piece
Of luck for him to find her for the
purpose.
That was how he put 1t. That the
demand for rooms in Penny Green
was much greater than the supply was
true. He knew it we'll in the course
Of his duties at the estate office.
In his day dreams he dreamt to
himself that one day, one day
One day. He was arranging her
escape. He was planning also the
winning Of her love. She never could
love him as he was. The task>was to
remake himself-on stepping stones
Of HIS dead SELF, And that was to
become a man. Not to shrink. Not
to tremble. Courage, courage! The
battered -"Pilkrim's Progress" more
bs ttered for his ceaseless use Of it.
was now his daily sustenance. AS he
had torn love from his periodicals, so
now voracious1y he sought to tear
courage from the leaves Of Bunyan's
story. He read the book again and
again and again, and every snatch Of
reading he terminated with the enor-
nous elixir Of that concluding line:
$50 he passed over and all the trum-
pets sounded for him on the other
side" :. '-' 'S
That tingled him. He. used to i'm
agine himself doing some mighty and
splendid thing and all the trumpets
sounding for him as he went proudly
toward her. proudly, lovingly await
ing him: That was the thing! That
was 1t! One day. one day
= All was ready! g He was walking to
the cottage for a last indulgence in
the sight of all the beauty and the
comforts he had prepared for her.
Tomorrow was the. day; fixed. She
was to- take: the morning express
train to London. That would throw
her husband of the scent. From
London a, train which would get her
to Tidborough at 3 o'clock. He would
not meet, her ats the station. He was
to have the ecstasy C.the pleasure. -
as. he had ~tsmberatsiy, expressed 1t
in writing to her) -of welcoming her
In the cottage.
The quaint : old cottage, beautiful
in itself, had lent its interior to
beauty in its decoration. Love gave
him taste There, was not an article
he had purchased or. one he had
placed in position but her face had
been imagined against it. directing
| his perceptions As the north star di!
rects, the wanderen "A neighboFing
. cottaxer, Mrs. Jennings, had been
brought in daily to- assist the arrang-
ing. Stepping in with him on his
arrival'on. this last evening, she gave
the admiration that was enchantment
to him to hear.
..Well. If It isn't Just = picture"
declared Mrs: Jennings, gazing around
the parlor. "a picture, and that's the
truth, sir!,' -z5-
| How pleased he.was! He patted
| the head of tiny Laura, Mrs. Jennings
1 little girl. and. with his other hand
| felt in his pocket for Lanra's present
that was tosScelebrate- this splendid
lcenclusions e. ~
eva. Il cartafniy, does look nice,