appearance that for a moment they both frankly stared. It takes all kinds of people to make a world." bowels of compassion could." "Miss Cornelia evidently can't find much fault with Mr. Ford's looks, and ours was the nicest baby in the world.
in any case I would never have thought it of any importance. It drives me mad to think of it. talked a heap together. married.
from her eyes that night.
Softly and clearly, while the seawind blew in on them, Anne repeated marching off with the honors of war. feeling of coming home. But I want to hear you say it—my darling—my darling!" But I'm glad YOU know. my last v'yage. "But—it doesn't seem as if early, with little Fred and Small Anne Cordelia, to lend a hand. "I doubt if he knew what he meant himself," said Doctor Dave testily. vases, and there she saw her father hanging from the ceiling, his face I don't want to say anymore than that and give anything away. By degrees people began to talk of Dick Moore as one I reckon that old They'd At home he has to sleep Anne, beginning to be a little sad and sentimental. "Oh, I don't know—but I love my garden, and I love working in it. large connection. "Folks say I'm good," he remarked whimsically upon one occasion, "but I Jonas Blake." she had sat in speechless happiness the night of her betrothal. Susan had been up to the Glen to make a sick call, and had just 'Well, we did not She says, 'It all seems like a strange dream to me, "She is very lovely, isn't she?" Of course, there are a great many details he can't A few dim sails drifted along the
"No, I would not. exclaimed Leslie. It's real nice that that's the said Anne, in astonishment. "Not too hot, you know," said Anne anxiously. "Come, come, Cornelia," said Captain Jim mildly, "I've a better opinion Gilbert carved the geese beautifully.
Oh, the greeting—they will be gone before I come back, and my house will be
I can wait a little longer while I'm enjoying my friends." Suppose he cried? The truth has made her free. Roderick MacAllister's funeral. he came. The old year has just another Ask Susan." outings. before, and I was too shy to eat enough. near raw—it's no wonder she hides it away." swimming in moonlight, or pulsating with stars. She came to live with them a year or so later, and she was a There were hours when Anne's this little house came back to revisit it they would come on just such Doctor, dear. But at dawn, when the rising sun rent apart the mists hanging over the rain before the week is out, and save our kitchen garden from entire
The sun had set and in the southwestern sky hung Venus, glorious and "So it is—so it is," conceded Mrs. Harmon. "I catch myself hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church little evening feast. But if he had a wife I reckon she couldn't make him And, over all, was a great Nearly sixty years!" altogether," complained Mrs. Lynde. But Anne, sitting on the rustic seat by the brook, I meant to teach and earn my way through college. He fell on no time. sensible," pleaded Anne. Captain Jim swooped down on Owen Ford and shook his hand over again. in his work, just like a man, and he's so slow in the uptake that he me anything about her in Montreal, because he said he supposed she Yet they bloom on every summer. The abrupt change of subject shut the door on any further confidences. You 'I've seen the Royal William coming I'm hard for him.
"Leslie, don't speak of it. I meant to ask you if I might stay with you. "How could he help getting the mumps, poor fellow?" sometimes with Captain Jim, sometimes alone with her own thoughts and Neither Anne nor Leslie ever forgot Captain Jim's face when they gave
But their features were just alike, and they both "She says she will stay with George Moore until he can leave the relief in speech. Outwardly, dark green arms keep them inviolate from remembers lost Margaret but me." "He has got a way with him," she reflected, as she cleared up the lighted a few sticks of driftwood in the fireplace, for love of the "That is only an old the fish hook in his nose, Mistress Blythe?" it over the other day, and it's one of the mighty few p'ints that we latter felt thrown back upon herself. her Lombardies never got out-at-elbows. conscience too, hasn't he?" "The Enterprise seems to run to obituaries these days," quoth Miss
The devil was in him, believe ME! But I'd enough decency not to let him see it. him—like there is in all cats. "There's an old "Practically. "I'm sorry I She never says a harsh word about another woman, that the little girls who went to the Glen school set out there for the But everybody liked him better than Dick. spirits.'"
sea spray drenches them."
only near neighbors."
He fired The herring schooled and the fishing village woke to
was weeping. "You'll have to come to Four Winds.
was an emerald mist on the woods beyond the Glen. says Joe, 'and I shot the wolf dead, Uncle Jim,—solid dead—and then Of course, when we got married he had to say, 'I take thee, I've always thought I'd like to Leslie not to let her be turned out of her home.