and loved the refleetiou. She had boeu 
sitPing in the bright sunshine of Saturday 
afternoon, thinking of other days. I sup¬ 
pose there is nothing in Nature so sweet 
and tender as the silence of a bright June 
afternoon on a New I'iuglnnd hill. The 
1,1,,oni on this woman’s face had begun 
to fade, and there were a few gray hairs 
banked above her temples, yet there had 
been running through her mind Tom 
Moore’s old line: 
"The heart that has trail / loreit never 
forgets.'” 
A sentimental old maid? Well, per¬ 
haps you might call her that, but I shall 
resent the title if you mean it as any 
reproach or sneer. The woman watched 
with curious eyes as the old white horse 
came toiling up the road. As the poor 
thing shuffled on in his hopeless tramp 
something about him attracted the 
woman’s attention, and almost uncon¬ 
sciously she ordered : 
“Whoa. Jack!” 
The white horse stopped in his tracks 
and cocked his car as if waiting for fur- 
iber orders. The woman went out. to the 
road and patted him. She smiled, and 
her eyes shone as she noticed a familiar 
scar on liis shoulder. She cut oil - that 
hateful stick and fed the clover to the 
aid horse, for he had earned it. Then 
she tied him to the fence and patted him. 
and actually whispered in his ear: 
"Dear old Jack ; where is Robert?" 
And file old horse looked hack along 
the dusty road and neighed. lie felt 
as sure that his old friend would come 
as Damon was that Pythias would re¬ 
turn in time. And while Jack munched 
his well-earned clover the woman sat on 
the porch glancing now and then up the 
dusty road. 
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It was some little time after dinner 
that the minister missed his horse and 
started out to find him. He was not in 
the village, but. there were his tracks in 
the dust of the road. The minister knew 
llie tracks by the mark of one broken 
shoe. So the minister walked on through 
the bright June sunshine, following the 
trail of old Jack, and wondering what 
youthful influence had crept under the 
old white hide to take it away from him. 
Along the main road and up the dusty 
byway the minister walked. Strange, hut 
as lie walked there ran through his mind 
the second line of what the woman on 
ibc porch was thinking: 
"Itnl as truly lores on to life's close.” 
And flu* years fell away as the min¬ 
ister remembered his youth. That day 
when Jack was little more than a colt, 
riding through the woods he had come 
upon Jennie Warren sitting beside the 
road crying. She had sprained her ankle 
and could not walk. lie remembered 
Imw he had put Jennie on Jack’s hvric 
and how carefully the horse had carried 
his precious burden home. And how as 
the girl looked at him they both knew 
that whatever it was, science or divine 
command, it was truly ‘"love at lirst 
sight.’’ The minister went all over it as 
he walked along. It was growing a lit¬ 
tle dail: now, and twilight, would soon be 
upon him, and 1m hurried a little. The 
reining darkness made him think of that 
fatal night. He was going to Jennie’s 
house to tell her wlmt lie felt they both 
Imd in their hearts. On the lawn in the 
darkness he hahd come upon her walking 
with a strange man. lie saw her kiss 
him and say “good-bye” as the man slunk 
away into the shadow, while Jennie hur¬ 
ried hack into the house. And Robert 
lmd turned on his heel, packed up his 
s, mill belongings and left town that 
night, that he might never interfere with 
•lennie’s happiness. And here he was 
with the gray coming into his hair, with 
only the “foolish sentiment of a half-in- 
>ane poet" as a legacy from those old days. 
A nil with these thoughts—a man rather 
'liun a minister—lie came suddenly- upon 
"Id Jack tied to the fence eating the last 
j'loom of the foolish clover that had hired 
min away. And out of the gathering 
darkness came a voice that he remem¬ 
bered. saying: 
Do// are late, Robert. Yon hare been 
a loan time on tin tray!” 
« « :> ■> 
Sifting (in the porch together. Robert 
and Jennie looked at each other, and. 
thank (lod, the old ideal of youth was 
t here ^ kept alive, not by stieuce. hut by 
the foolish sentiment of a half-insane 
poet. The school teacher ami the niin- 
I'-ter told their life history and went hack 
to the boy and- girl of 25 years before, 
•'nil when Robert told of the strange 
mini mi the lawn Jennie threw back her 
head and laughted softly. 
,. Mint was my ’ brother. Father 
uni flnven him away and would not speak 
,U V*. f clung to him and saved him 
"-in himself, and now I see that while 
1 Knitted him I lost you.” 
veus"" lll< ‘ S!,nu ‘ after all these 
after all these years.” 
ie shadows were deep bv this time, 
a- tarmer came driving down the lane 
<m the days work. The frogs were 
away in the swamp. There is no 
< I ».i -f to , whnt flowed except Jack, the 
J ni t h> If he could testify he 
\ hls wise old head and sav'tl.at 
last he saw was the minister and 
1,,,, , lV‘ a, ' 1,n ' landing as close to- 
h . n i as tll0y 00,11,1 S‘‘h and that all he 
i"'.u<l was: 
■ r,n *0 sorry!” 
( >h, Robert, I'm so ylait!” 
i would give considerable if I 
to Ml> - and Mrs. 
lissm and their scientific children. 
U. w. c. 
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