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UDDY, N.1SW MBJXIQO, SATURDAY, DKOEMHKK 31, 18HH. NO. 8. GLASS DARKLY." nee from a New Year Serrano.) LIVE THOMPSON sat In her low tin cushioned teat In the IIM!' country church, paying trlct attention to tho Now Year's ser mon. It wa her habit to pay strict attention to the regular Sunday ermon. but thli being New Year day "he was noted In her attention. Her ycr wandered from tho faco of lacher, V,e faco that had been iday study for thirty years. She i years old when iho began the Tho faco had never grown any 0 her. Thsro wero tho same iml'Clrcular wrinkles under the the ear nearest her. which she ways scea, and tho devious above the eyes continued nl t the same elevation, except ty had grown Inwnrda, tondlng horizontal rlpplo above tho ,nd deepening at that point, sermon, to tho mind of Olive ion, was "more beautiful" on tlcular day than had ovor been wo see through a glass dark ; .then face to face," ho said, lists ot our present condition ur view; stormy day? have sent nd sleet against our windows for the dimness ot our gluas, not see the sky," Thompson's oyes filled with 3ho remembered tho "dust nnd f weary yoars. How the storm tathed upon tho windows of her rning Into frosted tablets what lie might have becu avenues for 1 hjart" the preacher went oa, days are coming when the s will bo open to the sky, nnd 1 ice face to faeo what baa nl joKj but whloh wo could not looking through a glass dark- t manths Inter Olive Thompson poking apple pie m the pan 'ho pantry window was up and if 8f Irtli lame In. Also there Iti (he ?9tte ot Joseph, the hired i in I wrinkled mother knitting In the warm kitchen. "Why. everything, I suppose," Ollvo answered, At 111 listening with one car to wbst Joseph was saying. "It doesn't seem good now, bossy; but It Is good, tako it." "Ollvo," said her mother, "It la time la wash the windows, Tho frost Is all oft and thoy look dingy." "I know It," Olive said, "I will do It tomorrow." "Ollvo Thompson obeyed her mother from n .nte-long habit, nnd from re llgloun principle Was she not her mother's' child, and ought nut children to obey their parents; old, wrinkled, feeble parents?" In tnii morning sho took her pan $UE IT; IT IS QOUU eo"lnB to new calf to "Take JL" bo was saying to iSPJrlenMd animal; "it Is good." Mf "J1 flS0" 0,,V0 "peated mt in the pantry, ictis good?" axktd the old "13 IT CLEAIt, OLIVK?" of suds and tho polishing cloth nnd stood In a chair to wash the windows. Oh would begin In tho kitchen, she thought, and go clear around to tho parlor. 8he tried to pull out tho Md fashioned spring of tho upper sash, hut It would not yield. "Olive," imld her mother, "Joseph hod better help to wash tho windows. Ho rtn stand on tho ladder an the otitsMe." "Joseph," alio called at the door, "conio In nnd pull the spring for Olive. And, "Joseph, polish the glass on tin outside, it Is too bard for Olive." JoMph wa obedient. He had boon "the Hired man" for five years. No one would havo known he was the hired man oxeept tho two women. He might hnvo been tho old lady's son and Olive' brother, so kind and true had bo always been to these two. Olive stood on a ehalr on tho In side and Joseph on tho ladder outside. Tge features of each were dim through tlie glsss, and the two aerubbed away with soap and polish. What was left of imoke and fraat yielded to double pettuasloH, and Joseph ealled from the outside: "Is It clear, Olive?" "Olive, scrutinizing closely, called bask, pointing to the upper oerner. "Just a little mora rubbing right there" She dk not notice that Joseph was looking Into her eyes; .and thinking to himself "how clear" they were. He rubbed away at the filmy pla nd then called again: "It Isn't quite rlear down In that corner.' Olive polished away on her side latching Joseph's eye full ot a Jlgnt that shot right through the obscurity sad made her remember the text of the New Year sermon "Now we see through a glsss darkly." Around the house want tho two, Ollre on the Inside and Joseph on the qnlslde, and only the last perlor win? dow was Utt The morning iuuliped away like n glint ot sunshine from the pan ot water In tho chair. Olive had watched thli broken bit ot rad lance, en It played on the celling above tho table with tho album nnd pictorial lllblo on It. It was llko a halo above the precious spot. She moved her chair up to tho window with a llttlo sigh. Joseph moved his ladder Jp to the same window on tho opposlto side, "Let It down from tho top, Olive," lie said. "I rnn't," Ollvo called back, "it sucks." Joseph was on. her side In a moment. His fingers Just touched hers as thoy PUllcd on tho spring together, nnd somothlng which wns not unlike a glint of sunshlno passed through the two. Tho spring slipped back nnd Josoph was on tne outsiuo again. Joseph low crcd the window to bring it within easy reach ot tho woman on the other aldo. Strango ho hndn't thought ot that Uforc Standing straight up, Ollvo on her chair and Joseph on his Inddor, the two looked Into each others eyes. There was nothing ou Joseph's sldo and nothing on Olive's sldo to dim their vision. It was all clear. "Uut now faco to face," thought Olive. Tho old mother passing by the par lor, smiled, and spoko not a word. From tho kltcbon sho called: "Are the wlndowa nil clean, daughter?" "All clean, mother," cumo tho an swor, and Olive Thompson roeoiled tho words of tho sermon, "Takq heart; spring days are coming when tho wln dowa will be open to the sky; and wo shall see faco to faco what has always been." A ROMANCE Shell 0 Wilden. When Autumn dies at last upon her throne Amid the rain at a rgl Mate, Hereon' clarion tram pets sound her fate, And Winter knows the realm theae- forth his own; Calling hie minions in the Aretle sen And making them tliroueh his own Breatner great, He Journeys forth te hkr pejtesoleai straight, The winds' wild rausle aye before htm ldawn. A loek of frost ho fasteiui qii the land, And ranks the air with keenest eolU to sting; The waters lie 'noath fetters from his hand; And while his white snows toes' aad whirl and fling, Jlobed royally and crowned tor alt command Ht proudly cries, "Heboid met I am Kingr William Francis Barnard. CHAI'THIt VHI.-troniluued I Shell (lushes rltiwon; Hip on wlsli of hor girlhood linn Iioimi to ixiuei n volume of Tennyson nil her own. Yet. now that she stands with the treasuf In her hnnd, a iitrnnge perversity ninken her feci more than half Inrllned to thrust It back upon tun donor. "It It very kind of you. Hob and Meg," she enys. In a tone of angry Im patiences "but I rnnnnt think of ac cepting your present. Take It homo nnd keep It until you nre grown tin then yoi will te nlilo to understand III" "Don't you llko It. thou?" queries Iloh. looking anxious and distressed. thought you would rather have n bosk; but I'll tell htm to send you a watch Instead." Thts threatened alternative Minimis so vary alarming that flholl hastens to oxptaln to the rhlldrnn her detestation of wntrho In general and her un bounded admiration of poet. "What aro you making such n chat tor and fuss about, Shell?" Interposes Ituby. cmlng to her sister's side and taking tho volume In dispute. "Oh, only S copy of Tennyson!" with a eon tomptuous curl of hor Hp at the plain though handsome binding. "1 wonder what Induced Hobcrt Chaiiipbiy to eond you that? You have not been devot ing yourself to his children." "No. 1 nhoiild hopo not." answers Bholl, with emphasis. "Neither do I want nny presentI shall return It." "Ilotiirn It? What eoncolted non sense!" scoffs Ituby. "I suppose lie thought some slight acknowledgment wns due to you for playing with tho children occasionally. It you want to make yourself absurd and conspicuous of rourso you will return It." On the n6xt morning the Chnmploy household tnkr their departure for the moor. Ituby chanros to be noar the dnscrtod lodgo of tho Wlldernosa when tho wagonette containing tho two brothers, tho rhlldren nnd the nurse drlvos by. Shu in iik oh n duluty picture, stand ing In tho shade of the chestnut troo In her pnlo blue morning dress, nnd waving her hnndkerchlef Hi token of adieu. The gentlemen raise their lints nnd smile, the children nhoitt, the nurrtfl gives a defiant snort, and the next moment they are out of sight. "Two months of freedom!" thinks Hohort Ohnmpley to himself. "On my return home 1 must make other ar rangements." ,. i t CHAI'THIt IX. ' "Mammn, there Is a most enticing cottage to be let at Oakfnrd," crlo Ituby, glnnelng up excitedly from tho paper In hor hand, "Listen I 'Oaktord. To be let, furnished, charming rottnge residence five rooms, (urge gaedeu. every convenience, rent moderate, air bracing, close to moor.' " "Yes, my dear." responds Mrs. Wil den In mild surprise. "Well, what about It? Oo Jim know of nny unu wanting a cottage?" "I thought It might suit us." replloa Ituby. a little crestfallen. "It certainly might It we wanted to go i hero." asserts Mrs. Wlldeu with a good-tempered laugh; "but. aa you know, Ituby, I hare a groat dislike to leaving homo." "Hut, mamma, I think you require change ot air," persists Ituby with un wonted affection. "You have been suf fering so frightfully from neuralgia all spring. I am sure your nerves want bracing. Why not take this cottage tor a month or so? Change la good for everybody." Mm Wlldeu shakes her head, bHt not after a vary determined fashion. "What do you mr. VI?" she asks, laming la her niece. Well, t rwlly don't think I core two straws either way," aiitwers Mto dower lazily. "If somebody wMI peek mr things 1 am willing to go. but 1 eouldn't undertake to pek Ik em my- Mlt." "New that Just shows hum much rou neoti change." erlos Ituby eagerly. "Your whole systsm wants stirring up fee far we hail bn a week on the moor you would bo as brisk us a koe." "Should ir sfli-s VMot. with a doHlotM lough. "I vary muefc doubt It; mu I am wilting to try tlta oxoorl- IMONt." Truth to tall. If Violet Flower era lulled her own feeling, she wotild tar rather remain In her tweet comfort -solo quarters; but Ituby having eon flded to hor a scheme for rUltlag the moor It possible, she baa proMtlsod ot to opKMo the plan. TUern U a fair amount ot rotlolauto an Mr. Widint mtu Ink fcsr nut. Ktte tlaughlir o refrain aofc aad vprv btrlr ns It U presinted to her. Her eloquence Is ao great In advocat ing n rhange Hint one would wonder', to hear her talk, how they hnvo man nged to exist o ninny mimmers through nt the Wilderness without ac quiring nil the maladies to which llesh Id heir. Shell le not present when the ills cuMlon take place, bnt her Indigna tion when the plnn Is unfolded to hor la unbounded. "Yon don't menu to oay. Ituby. Hint yuu are actually thinking of following the Clin in ploy to tho moor?" sho says, In a voire of sueh Infinite scorn that Ituby Hushes uneasily. "Whnt nonsense you talk. Shell!" hn returns angrily. "You seem to have tho Chumpleys on the brain. We are going to the moor because uiamnin la In need of bracing air. Is there any thing ho very extraordinary In that?" "There Is something extraordinary In your having selected the same vll Inge." answers Shell decidedly. "If mamma wants brnrlng Rlr why not tako hor to tho North of Devon?" "Hccuiifte rooms there would ho frightfully expensive: whereas the t ot togo on tho moor Is a moro trltle," re spoutl Ituby loftily. Tills argument Is unanswerable, for no ono knows bettor thnn ftliell that their Income Is not equal to nny great additional drain. Keeling that nny rcslstunco Hho can offer will bo futile, Shell shrugs hor shoulders nnd loaves tho room. Nothing remains to hor now but to strike out n separate lino of notion for herself. She In fully do tormlncd about one thing wIM homos shall not drag hor. to Oakford. When overylhlng Is fully arranged nnd pocking Is nt Its height, Shell Mtartlen the household. "It will bo very nwkard having only thrco bed-rooms," V romnrks In a grumbling tone, for tho more shn con templates elx weeks npont nway from civilization the lore sho like" the pros pect. "Of course the servants must hnvo one; nnd then we must all crnm Into the two others." "Not nt nil, door," Ituby hastens to explain. "Miuiiinn and Shell can havo the big room, and you nnd I a little one oaeh; as for Mary, sho can do quite well with a chair-bedstead In the kitchen." "How delightful for Mary!" laughs Shell. "It Is to be hoped she liaa a strong liking for coekroavhes 'and cricket." "Now, plenso. Shell, don't go sotting Mnry against the arrangoment." says Ituby Imploringly. "Mamma, do nsk her not?" "Don't bo alarmod," nnswers Shell, with a eurlous llttlo laugh "I have not the sllghtost Intention of Interfer ing wlUi nny of the arrangements at the eottngc. Thoy don't eonoern mo In the least, since I sha'n't be there." "Not bo there what do you mean? Of course you will ho there!" declares Ituby, looking very much netoubdiml. "Not mile mnnima Insists upon It; gad I am sure she won't," laughs filioll. "As you know, I have been set against the Idea from the eommonee tueut, to I iiiean to ronmln hero 'monarch of all I survey' and have n right down Jolly time of It all to myself." "What rubbish!" crtos Ituby impa tiently. "Susan Is going to be put on board-wages; and sho Is to give tho house n thorough cleaning during our absence." "Well, I ean be put on board-wages too; and I eortalnly won't provant Susan from cleaning the home. I than be out all day long," responds Shell. "Mamma, please make her go. It wo Id sown so odd her net going," urge Ruby. Hut Mr. Wilden I loo easy -going to oppose actively any of liar ohlldren. Truth to tell, she rather en v lee Shell her coming solitude, and even ex presses U as Iter opinion that It Is a pity that dreadful cottage wa ever taken. This rebellion on her I ml ill gent mother's imi-t Is quickly talked down by Ituby. whose constant far from the beginning haa boon that her tell mu e will ultimately fall through, he know that her mother would rather stay at home; she Is fully aware that Violet is groaning In spirit over what she Is pleased to term tier "earn lag exile;" so she thinks It wiser an the whole to leave Shell to her qw'h derlres. Isst enlarging oh the thiMB should stir up revolt In other a nil Mere Important quarter. Then there corns a triHWHhUHl Morning whm, booked up by amount w uninoossary hkh esrrtoi off hor Utree rfoUras oh tmuiuiiiy be rewisiujH gory-to enjoy the bracthg lr atio) scant accommodation of Oakmoon Shell, as she stands on Uio doorstep nnd wave them a smiling eii, looks the Impersonation of mleehlevotis coh lentment. "Ho sure to ehange the library book the moment you get them, nnd limit dekiy a Mingle post lu sentlthg Uiem off." cntroats Violet oqrnestijN "And any groceries we oiirt't got there you must send by Paresis i'oftt." adds Ituby. "How the Oahmoor postman will Iiiean you!" laughs Shell as she nWlt noHent; and then, springing on to tha atep of the cab. shn Imprints n d&zeu hasty kteee ou hor mother's trstlulwl cheek. Why doe she heave n High, not withstanding the brlghtne of the morning, as she turns to re-enter tho house? mi g. UHB mm CIIAPTWl X. A weak Ins pasfed. Shell haa gro'n tired of her elf Imiiosod soltlmtft; tit big. Imrc, echoing rooms hnVc fid rome hateful to her. livon tho grounds scout changed and unfamiliar. Tho certainty thai there Is no chnncc Of Interruption to her louoly musings, at flist so dellKlitful. now seems to fill her usually cheerful spirit with n ectiso of depression. I'ntll robbod ot nil coin panlonahlp she never guessed what a soolabta creature she was. Happy would sho be If oven the most Innnn nnd common-place caller would conio to brenk tho monotony of her end low days! llui It Is understood In thn neighborhood Hint the family nt tho Wlldornes are away; so from morn till night Shell wnuders aimlessly about, with only tho gray cat to boar her company. It Is ('veiling. Shell Ih oven morn desolate than her wont. Susan linn naked permission to go Into Mndford In mnkn a few purchnsos, and nlrendy sho haa lifen nbsent over thrco hours. It Is now sevon o'clock, nnd the empty lioiiso ncetim to Shell's exrltod-4HSl-nntlon llko n hniinted place. She. fancies sho hears hurrying through tho passages. A door slams, and her heart stnnds still with fear. Shell however Ih not one to give way to morbid feel ings, nnd. rousing herself from hor book, sho starts on n tour of limped tlon through the house, shutting nil wlndowa and seruioly barring nil doors on her way; then, with a re newed souse of security, eluVreturtin to the drawing-room nnd dotcrmlncS to while awny tho time with mimic. Shell Is ono of thoso nonsltlvo folk who never play so well ns when nlono she cannot pour hor whole heart into her music whon alio linn listeners. Now. with the houso to herself, sho soon becomes lost to hor surrounding, nnd the room crimes to siieu heart stirring strains ns It rarely falls to ane'a lot to hoar. Suddenly however her musle comes to an end, and her heart throbs with terror, for through the duply ' hall echoes the sonorous thunder of tho big Iron knocker. Shell's first Impulse Is t lukc jo notice to hide herself or to mnkn her escnpo by somo back window; then hor natural good senso returns, nnd sho laughs In n norvnu manner nt. her fears and with fnst-bontlug licurt nd vancc Into the hall. "Is that you, Susan?" sho inks, but without unfastening the henry clmlii. There comos no nnswor save a vig orous ring at tho ball. ".Who Is thoro?" domniidd Shell, tills tlmo lu a firmer tnuo and ana moro likely to pcneirnto the thloK oak panels. "A mossengor from Mr. Wilcicn," answers a voire which Is somehow familiar to Shell's ears. With trembling hands she aliooU back the heavy bolts, and. taking dawn the chain, opens the door. Thoro shn stands pale, big-eyed, and soared looking, before Itobort Chnmploy. "Oh, whnt a fright you gavo mel" Is her first Involuntary exclamation, "A fright I How so? What jjifta I done?" queries her visitor, footing much surprised. JwJ "Oh, nothing!" answers Shell, whilst the ghost ot a mnllo Makers rotimllhlr still colorleo Hps. "It was mySwu' foolishness; but I was not expcqllug any one excooilng Rtwan, and yaiiri hHoek trlghtsod me. I gHM jt must be getting nervous" wnualilf depreetAtlng little laugh. "Nerreu? 1 should I kink fj j Ilobert wonderlngly. lit Rfft her hand In greeting, and ' and trembling In Ills wgrtr surely you are ml alaiiB "Only tor a slmrt Ulr Ing SHtatt MIK plains SheJL mr ashamed of litf Her TUjllar To' "You oii n limise IfP slilWly. " as p A .