icily. She did not order him away,
but walked beside him, thinking,
thinking hard. He was the only
person in the city whojiad ever
cared for her. The thought of
losing him seemed unbearable.
Little by little something of an
affection for him had crept into
her heart. She turned toward
him presently, her eyes brimming
"God forgive me, I am too
weak to say what I should say,"
she said. "Have' pity on me and
leave me. Help me against my
self!" He drew her into the shelter of
a doorway and pleaded with her.
She felt the last atom of her
strength leaving her. She thought
of the store, with its dreaded mo
notony, and then of life with him.
None need ever know that the
bond between them was not a
legal one. Life would hold some
thing for her after all, not the
endless monotony of the years
that she saw stretching away be
"Wintergreen ! Sweet winter
green !" cried a voice beside her. ,
She started violently. A ped
dler's cart had stopped before the
curb, laden with flowers and
greenery. And in the hand that
he thrust out toward her she saw
the plant that suddenly awakened
such poignant memories, laden
with its clustering berries. And
suddenly the past year was
blotted from . her mind. In St.
Joachim woods the wintergreen
was bearing fruit again. And
Andre was waiting, as he had
gworn to wait
"Good-by," she said, looking at
him steadily. "I am going home.
I shall never see you again." And
something in her voice told him
that her resolve was inexorable.
Clutching a spray of winter
green against her heart, Lisette
slipped into the crowds.
By A. Rosenthal.-
Come ye birds, trees, flowers and
Come to my command, and list to
Tell me the delight you feel and
As you watch the slcy, the land,
- the sea.
For as I watch the wonders day
The setting sun, the burning ray,
I feel so happy, bright and free,
That in gratitude I raise my
hands to thee. '
And thank thee for thy beauties
For all the, wonders of nature so
And I am glad I am alive and
That my heart is free, no dark
secrets to tell. .
That I can appreciate all the
beauties I se,
And know that all thanks are due
Oh nature, so beautiful, bright.
I worship you more from day to
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