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I MEET MY YOUTI.
Some time--I know nbt how or whP
This weary road I journey on
Will lead through lands that I have
known,
And I shall meet my youth again
Thro' some old wood my childhood knew
The road, at length, will bring to view
A cottage in a lonely glen,
Where I shall meet my youth again.
Where I shall greet beside the gate
A boy whose unforgotten face
Will glad me with its tender grace
Of artless life and love elate;
My soul will sparkle in his gaze
The while his sunburnt hand I raise
Against my lips in silence, then,
Where I shall meet my youth again.
And yet the lad of whom I dream
May know me not, for I shall be
To him a deep'ning m'stery
Of things that are and things that seem;
From these old scars of time and toil
His heart, albeit, may recoil,
As children's often do from men,
Where I shall meet my youth again.
But he shall know me at the last,
And creep into my arms and weep,
As I shall lull his lids to sleep
With stories of the changed past;
And ere the morning breaks upon
Us twain, our souls shall be as one,
And time shall breathe a soft "Amen"
Where I shall meet my youth again.
-Boston Globe.
His Old FriaR 's Daughter
"Poor Tom Harper!"
This was the doctor's first reflection,
when he had read the letter, with
Lorna sitting awaiting the result-sit
ting and smiling a smile of eagerness
and contentment while she gazed about
her. Somehow the smile seemed scarce
ly to suit her black frock.
"Poor papa didn't know what was to
become of me,' she remarked when
Wilberforce turned his wrinkles toward
her. "Hie said there was no one but
you. He had awful bad luck, you
know, poor dad!"
"She's no good for a governess,"
thought Wilberforce in that moment.
"She's too young and pretty, and she
doesn't distinguish properly between an
adverb and an adjective."
To her, however, he spoke with sub
Ihne cheeriness.
"It's all right, if you canrough it,
my dear," he said. The next momente
he blushed to his greying hair. The
"my dear" had slipped out unawares.
He was a very tender doctor to his
youtdhfil patients-could persuade them
even better than their mothers to'bolt
his nastiest messes. That was how it
happened.
"I'm forgetting myself," he added,
with a rather stiff laugh. "What I
mean is that we'll rub along somehow
till you tire of it, Miss HIarper. It's
difficult for me to imagine that my old
friend Tom's daughter can be grown
up."
Her own laugh in reply was anything
but stiff.
"Oh, it's quite all right, Dr. Gates,"
she exclaimed, "and very, very good of
you ; but please don't call me Miss IIar
per. I seem to know you so well, you
know, because dad was always talking
about you. lie used to call you Wilby
Gates, and me--Trilby. That was be
cause I didn't wear shoes if I could
help it until I put up my hair."
Wilby and Trilby!
Wilberforce hoped to heaven such a
conxitenation would never reach' his
housekeeper's ears.
But it did. That first evening the
girl's spirits had become high enough
for her to take sundry little liberties
with him. She insisted, for example,
on watching him make up his medi
cines, asking reverently about the poi
sons, and decided that Dr. "Wilby" was
much nicer than Dr. Gates. She called
him Dr. Wilby at dinner, and looked a
challenge at the towering and stately
Mrs. Martin, who was placing an entree
on the table at the time.
"I expect Mrs. Martin's shocked,"
she ventured, shrugging like the spoilt
young thing she evidently was.
"I expect she is," ventured he.
"Well, yes," said Mrs. Martin her
self, after some impressive eyebrow ac
tion; "it Is not a manner of addressing
Dr. Gates which I can precisely say
that I like."
The next day people began to talk
about Lorna taking its dear doctor's
arm In the public streets; and Mrs.
Martin's lips wore a threatening aspect
from breakfast to bedtime. Mrs. Mar
tin waited at table now with a tight
mouth and glances at Lorna which her
master thoroughly understood.
Wilberforce was himself already dis
turbed in mind and spirit, amused a lit
tle, but disturbed still more.
Of course, there was the alluring side
to it. Some of the visions that came
to him of perpetual life with a dying
young sunbeam were so truly disquiet
nlg in their insidiousness that he could
i only pace about and stamp his foot on
thnem.
Lorna loxed flowers, and would have
them.
She persuaded Wilberforce to give
h rr a shilling a day to spend on such
pretty things. The result was delight
ful. She put rosebuds by the very skull
on his aurzery table and Wilberforce
admitt.-! quite truthfully that he ate
his breakfast with more pleasure than
ever before, thanks to the fragrant
bl. ssomls by the coffee pot.
Itut Lornna herself was the fairest
blossom of all. And this also he admit
ted -to himsel f.
A week passed, and Lorna's second
Sunday in Bul tend arrived.
"Do you knm, , Mrs. Martin." asked
orna, when the now frigid iousek
er brought in the tea tray, "what s
going to happen this evening?'
The doctor fidgeted in the arnhurai
which she had with her own hands ar.
ranged for him in the sunshine---fdgt
ed and laughed.
"Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Martin," he
said soothingly, "It isn't anything revo
lutionary."
"I am glad to know that," said Mrs.
Martin. "Raglan House has underg ne
a complete transformation in the lIst
few days. One doesn't know what next
to. expect."
If she meant that for a rebuke, it
missed fire.
"There, Dr. Wilby," exclaimed Lorna,
"isn't that nice of her? She isn't real
ly jealous of me a bit. Thank you so
much, Mrs. Martin. We're both going
to church to-night! That's what's go.
ing to happen, and you are requested
to rejoice."
"I think I can manage it; and she's
so very insistent," put in Wilberforce,
almost as if he owed his housekeeper
an apology.
"Indeed, sir!" said Mrs. Martin; and
she left the room with-no more rejoic
ing than that.
Lorna's amusement afterwards made
the doctor feel uneasy. It was true he
had not gone to church for many weeks.
But he knew just what Mrs. Martin
would think. She would think he had
no prin'iples of his own, and that it
was disgraceful that he had to be led,
even towards good things, by a mere
designing little chit like his poor friend
Tom's daughter.
He did not feel happy, even in
church. Half of the parish would be at
gossip about him and the girl after
wards.
And he felt violently uncomfortable
after supper when the little witch must
needs put her arms round his neck
when he was nestled at his ease with
his pipe, and whisper that he was an
old darling.
"Such an old darling, Wilby, that one
of these days. I'm going, to tell you
something."
He flushed and turned quickly to
"WHAT LUCK?" HE WHISPERED.
wards 'her, with an eye for the door at
the same time.
"I don't think, my dear Lorna," he
said, "you-that is, you are not to
twine yourself into my life inextrica
bly. You don't know what you are do
ing."
"Oh, yes, I do!" she said; and she
stroked his greying hair. "I know you
as well as you do yourself."
"In that case--
"But there's no hurry-no immediate
hurry, I mean to say. It's something
I'm going to confess to you when I've
seen just a very little more of you,
Wilby."
For the first time in his life Wilber
force trembled beneath the gaze' of a
pair of beautiful eyes. He trembled,
laid ,his pipe on the floor, stood up, took
the girl's pretty head in his hands, and
turned her face towards him.
"Lorna!" he whispered.
"Well, sir?" she said, defying his
gravity.
"You do so remind me of your father.
He was just as impulsive and generous
and-"
"No," said she, "I'm not generous;
only selfish. I know you'll think I'm
horribly selfish and scheming when I
tell you; but we're made so differently
over there. We grow, up quicker, for
one thing, and know, our own minds
sooner than you do. There's Mrs. Mar
tin. One would think she's going to
live hundreds of years, she seems so
content to drag along always the same,
day after day. And you, too, Wilby
dear; though, of course, you're a saint.
To-day's Sunday. Yes, I'll tell you on
Tuesday. And-you may kiss me good
night, Wilby, just this once. You look
so dreadfully die-away and-old, poor
dear!"
Wilberforce kissed her forehead.
"Good-night, my dear," he said, "and
remember I feel quite as old as I look."
She caught his hand as it dropped
from her.
"Who cares what you look like, Wil
by?" she demanded, impetuously.
"You're"-she patted his hand--"splen
did-good and splendid! Night-night,
dear !"
She swung away with a cool young
laugh and shut the door upon him.
Wilberforce sat on a long time with
out remembering his pipe. He didn't
know what to think. He didn't dare
give rein to the most clamorous of his
thoughts; but if not that, what? He
said it shouldn't be and couldn't be.
Yet by and by he went to bed with his
blood pulsing in him as if he were 20
or 30, instead of a tired 40.
He felt more and more at sixes and
sevens with Fate.
When he looked in his glar he sWs
an unattractive, wather-beaten old bult
fer, and could only laugh' to a~orn the
notion that Lorna had taken a fancy to
him and was on the eve of telling him
so. But there was no getting away
from the kindness In her eyes and her
affectionate 'ittle ways.
And so this great day opened with
sunshine as bright as Lorna's own eyes
when theyn met him in the breakfast
room.
"Well, my dear," he said, with a
brave smile, gnd then "Hullo!" as he
espied a card"bn his plate. "That ring
was a patient, then?"
lie read the name:
"Mr. Willie Blackstone."
In the left hand corner were the
words, "Murray Plains."
Mrs. Martin then appeared, with
dark suspicion all over her, and the
coffee.
"Good morning, sir," she said. "I
presume you will breakfast before you
see the young gentleman? Miss Lorna
said so."
lie flashed a look at the girl. 'Never
had she seemed to him so lovely and
mischlevous. She nodded furiously as
if to coerce him.
"It's all right, sno doubt, Mrs. Mar
tin," he said. He took up the card
again. "I haven't the least idea who
he is."
"That's the fun of it, Wilby," cried
Lorna. "And-don't stop to listen, Mrs
Martin, there's an old dear."
The housekeeper's head seemed to
charge her with all manner of crimes,
It tossed deliberately two or three times
ere she was out of the room. She dis
approved of the "Wilby." As for the
"old dear," it was nothing less than an
insult from such a pert pair of lips.
"Now, then," said Lorna, "you are to
eat your breakfast just as usual. Your
letters may wait, Wilby. I'm going tc
tell you about it while you eat. Come;
sit down."
Wilberforce sat down. He felt ab
surd, but tried to dissemble his feel
ings with a laugh.
"You are a strange child!" he said.
"I am," she said positively. "And I
shall give you more sugar than usual
in your first cup to help you not to
mind what I am. There! Now start on
your porridge. It's my confession that's
coining."
"Ah!"
Spoon in hand, the doctor darted an.
other look at the card.
"About that?" he asked.
"Yes, dear. I met him on the boat.
Murray Plains is his father's place.
They've tens of thousands of stock and
are awful rich. But it isn't because
he's so well off that I love him. It's
because I can't do anything else. I
thought so during the voyage, but
wouldn't tell him so, quite, you know.
It doesn't do to give one's self all away
in a month, does it, Wilby? He wanted
to come right along here and see you
ahput- me the very first thing, but I
wouldn't let him. I wanted to wrestle
it out with myself, you know, and de
cide. I did the deciding last week.
He's written four times. He said in
the last but one he'd turn up to-day.
certain, whether I liked his coming or
not. That's why I put off telling you
till to-day. If he hadn't come I don't
know what I'd have done. But here
he is. He left London before six-the
very earliest train, you know.: And
oh! Wilby, dear, do-do be nice to him,
will you? This is his photograph."
He took the photograph and could
find no fault with it, even if he had
felt disposed to be bitter. So far from
this, however---t was an extraordinary
thing, yet true-he felt relieved, and
morq prone to smile.
"HIls eyes are the bluest you ever
saw. Wilby. dear !" she declared.
Wilberforce quite smiled now.
"And I should judge he knows how
to use them, you little diplomatist!" he t
said.
"Little what?"
"Diplomatist. But tell me some more
about him, before I fetch him in to
breakfast."
She was on him like a hawk.
"Oh, Wilby, you old darling !" shb
cried. "But I knew you would-I knew
it! His father is Sir Ralph Blackstone,
and is ever so much respected. Willie
is his only son; but it would be just
the same whatever he was. I do love
him truly."
"Yes," said the doctor, "I see you de
Well, if you'll quit rumplug my hair.
I'll go to him. It's-it's very comfort
ing to me to think you may be, event
ually, so well provided for."
"Is it, indeed?"
"I assure you it is," he said. "Honol
bright, Lorna !"
He waved his hand to her and left
the room, and in rather less than five
minutes someone tapped diffidently at
the door. and in came the original of
the photograph. "What luck !" he whis- -
pered, and then they were in each
other's arms.
As for Wilberforce, he sat quiet for
a minute, then rang the surgery bell
and spoke a few enlightening words to
Mrs. Martin. They had a remarkable
effect upon that good lady. "Well--I
never I" she exclaimed, and she looked
as happy, almost, though in a different
way, as Lorna herself.
And then a real patient came, and
the doctor decided to see her at one.
and not trouble about, his breakfast.
Another patient followed the first, and
yet another. It was half an hour before
he could return to the breakfast-room.
But the lovers were not among the
coffee cups. From the window Wilber
force saw them pacing the lawn, arm
in arm, absorbed in themselves.
"'What a narrow escape!" he said,
with the smile of a man who had well
disciplined himself to find his content
ment in the happiness of others.-Black
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