The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1938-04-08

See It'll" Nora's troubles were
lost in this picture of Don's imagi-
nation. "Why, it's every bit as plain
as if I'd been there. Do you know,
Don, IL believe you could write a
book!"
Don laughed at the thought, his
eyes still on the ancient carving.
maybe / could-a book that no
body but you would read. Do you
know" he added after thought
full moment, "it goes against every
thing in me, leaving splendid piece
of work like this to be battered by
the tempests of a New England
winter. Why, it'll be buried in snow
for weeks and weeks, Nora! Doesn't
seem right, does it-a pew out of an
old church? If l knew who owned
the thing IL believe I'd buy it and
cart it to the shack. What say we
set it inside the barn, dear? This
doors not locked. I tried it the
other day."
Already he was lifting the rusted
hasp-putting his shoulder to the
heavy door. Then he turned, and
Nora saw that her husbands
thoughts were far away from that
weather-beaten stable beside the
sea.
81 can't help wondering about the
man who carved these posts" he
observed dreamily. II can't help
thinking how I'd feel myself if,
after creating anything so good, it
was left neglected in such a place.
You see, the chap who did this
carving put his heart into it. He
must have, or the work wouldn't
be so perfect. For all we know, it
may have been his masterpiece.
And he was carving to the glory of
God, Nora-something he thought
permanent-something he thought
would be a part of that old church
long, long after he was gone and
perhaps forgotten" Don paused,
flushing a little as he met her eyes.
"Am-am I an idiot, Nora, to want
to save it for him?"
She answered, rising: "You are a
dreamer; but love you for it, Don."
Don lifted the rusty hasp' and put
ting his shoulder to the heavy door,
found it unlocked.
"And you're marvel to under
stand" he told her ardently. Most
any other girl would think me crazy.
Lend hand with that end, dear,
and we'll have it safe inside in no
time. Gee!" Gas they laid their bur-
den DOWN what peach of barnl
I'm going to climb into the cupola.
I've longing to look out of those
colored windows
"And risk breaking a leg so we
can't start tomorrow" retorted
Nora. Really, DON, I believe
there's no one in the world just
like you. One minute you're a
thoughtful idealist; then-presto,
change! A bit of colored glass
transforms you into a little boy!"
Yes, that was Don! Nora was
thinking of this when, hours later,
she lay trying to sleep, yet unable
to close her eyes as she watched a
harvest moon brighten the room.
| AAlot was A<Oll-d 1CdliICI VIII saw
into the hearts of others. His mag
NATIVE sympathy might run away
with him at times, as it had today,
perhaps; but without that quality
without his unfailing capacity for
seeing "the other fellows side,"
| would he be able to regard her ia
Their without bitterness?
Her father! Leonora had put the
thought of him behind her during
the last few hours. Their supper
had been a gay affair. A bowl of
late purple asters adorned the ia
BILE; her biscuits were fluffy as
could be desired, and even James
Lambert would have praised the
soup! Since they must rise at six
o'clock they had turned in early;
but it is one thing to 60 to bed,
and quite another to drop at once
into refreshing slumber.
(TO BE CONTYNUED)