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To-Da/s Short Story. TOLD IN THE TRAtN. a -ror the twentieth time in as many mdiMitea '<Ms Onocby'a eyes wa-ndered from the open book cm her taoee to that portion of the outer world vietMe throogh the car winder'. It was a cheertees. sunless da.y in I&te October —jaet yach a d&y as sets the practical person to thinking se'j'toasly of heavier flannels and the price of coa.1. There was a. dra-Ttght in the oar, and an WtiQdsta.ka.Mp odour of gaj-lic eTm'a'na.ti!?. r)oubtle<=?. from a greasy-looking Italian who wa<s dozing in the corner. Mjsa Orosby shrank closer into her seaJskin jacket and sighed reE<ignedly. If one must travel cmp Tn.nst pxpect to meet with more or less discoTnforts Yet she ha<d honed that the f-nn wouJd shiTie apon this her Srst day in her own country after an a.heeooe of foar yearB. H<yw unfortunate that Lncle John I had fllen a victim to hiól old e'nemy, the ?out. at the very la-4t mjomeot, ajid so been unable to meet her at the steamer! "Rainbow!" shouted the brakeman. vocife- T0u9ly. Miss Oroaby wa? consciotts of a languid thriil of interest. What fre.a-k of fate had e'n'cum'bered this obscure little ootleotion of a dozen or so frame buildings with a name t« oom&ptcmoua by ita oddity? She was on the side opposite from the station, a.r.d the only object wortJi oonside"- ing within her range of vision was a tiny whitf church with green blinda—a mere toy to OM who bad spent so many meditative bourf in the soiemn va-strnfss of old wortd cathroral. Miss Crosby amHed, and a- reneotiTC expres- !-tion croeeed her fa;ir. co!d face. It was a fae which many admired and a few calleù bea,utifnL Delicate, perfect. poesiTe, suc-h a face M one amonog Now women—the result of ger-eratiom of training in cuJtUtTe a.nd re'&aement. A(.i she Lat there with one da.intiIy-g'IoTe'i hand her head, and the. other resting lightly upon the page of her open book. it would have seemed to an observer 1ilie was me<rely gazin from the wimLow at the leafless trees, cold blue mountains. and lowering &kies. In rea.Iity her sight won't far beyond this, and she beheld again, with the bitter vividness of yesterday. a drawing- room in a fashiona.ble Boston square before whose' richiy-tiled a man and a womaji were standing. The man's face was pale, and his hand trembled as he held it out to the woman. "Gertrude, he aa.id, "I do not blame you ¡or mot waiting to go to that little Western town to a life of which you have not the Fain-teat ccmception. I do mot hkune you; but aB for me—I have chosen to do the Lord's work feeling sure that He will give me st-remgth au.BicMimt for all my needs. He p&ueed, waiting for her to speak, but her hea<rt was hardened agaimet Mm. She coold think of nothing save the splendid career he was renouncing beoauae of some misM,kert notion a-bout going forth and preaching the Gospel. She ga.ve her hamd. but she did not sp.ee.k, e'ven when his lips tou.ehed her nngers. and his voi.ce murmured brokenly, Farewell." A few weeks later the Btruria. nu'mbered Gertrude Croaby among her pa.¡>ngeNl. That was four years a<go, amd much may lap-pen in four yea.rs. &h<* won4if- red valy ;ha,t had become of him. He muat be 'ha.nged. certainly—fhe wq. changed. a.ll bi:M. icr heart. A woman may forgive 'many -bings in a m'an. but never a, rea.l or fancied ,light. GertrtMie Croatby felt th'a.t Ed-r Moulton had wronged her unpardo-na.bly when he made her second to his idea, of religdom. The train hod been in motion several Tumutetc before she roo.lif'd that the li.ttic church lay far in the distance, and that a new series of brown hillsides a,nd meadows tore whirling past her eyes. Moreover, there had evidently been d, new arriva.1 in the car. for the low, monotonous, <'omp?aimng wa-il- fng of a ')-aby forced itse-)f upon her at.ttion. Miag Cro.s'by N),v not over fond of ohiMre'n, and t,hi'Y in turn. didn't "take" ma-dly to her. She regarede them rather as an unavoidable evil. She forgot that a child 1= the most MNtative of beings, and that ehe hff-<e)t was oTWe' a chitS. This baby fltlllPýûd her exeeedingJy. She d-eliberalely,4d, Kla.nced behind her. -toaM two or 'M!Ha fmther fMi a man wa<! sitting with hia l:(;k toward her. There was a band of crape about his hat: he was holding against his shoulder a, tiny. white- faMd baby—holding it. 'awkwardly, as men dr. He something—an indeana.ble look—about hin: sent the blood {aintly to Miss Croe.by's cheek. sli, compressed lw,rlips a.nd stared blankly out, of the w'¡MOjY. But Ihat piUfnt wailin-; ftill sounded in' her eara. drowning the i-au-ibic, of the WDE'pls, her r'wn heart's (tTtickened beating, even the voice of the man aj; he tried in a ba.)f-hparted way to soo-the the chitd.. Presently she looked back again. He had changed his pc;.itic.n s.ome'what. i'() that a. odrti,)n of his face was visible. Ah. there could be no mistake! It was he, Kdgar M'Ylll- t,,u. Did not something tell her go from the nrst? Bat he was changed. He looked oldej. graver—not the mere gravity whii'h he had donned with hw 8'C"lesias.tical order?. There 'vere lines abfat his mofth whieh the heavy ni,>aAa,ch-e couldn't wholly concept. His face wa.;< thin. too. and his coat was positively shabby. Miss Crosby passed her hand thoughtfully along her rich for sleeve and a sudden mMt softened her eyes. Poor? Of course he Vl'aB! h's dreM betray his poverty? Mar- ried. too—she hesitated and her face -grew starn. Then a more womanly feeling pos- «eased her. and she sat motionless for some time thinking—always with that soft wail- ir:g keeping up a sort ot accompaniment to her thoughts. Did he know how near she was to him? What would he say were she to go to him- .peak to him? Would he be glad? Some- .hing told her he would not be eorry. But !ould she, Gertrude Crosby. do such a thing ifter he had of his own free will broken .heir engagement, thus revealing the fact .hat something 1"1;;(' had taken first place in Mie heart? But had it been of his own free ?ill? ? "Gertrude, if you will go with me a.nd share my lot. then I shall count myself the m,o,st blessed o! men. Bat if not. I mast go alone, for the Lord ha,3 called me." He had gone alone, because she cou)d not i?ive up her friends, her social position, her (.nxories. to live with him a new and dine- rt-at life in tuat !itt)e Western town. Was ahe 3elfish? Well. there arc many tike her. At this point in bei- reasoning a harsh voice muttered something about "folks hav- ing no business to bring their young ones into such & place unless they could keep 'em still." .MiM Crc-?bya face flti.hed -carle't. Se.hi- e I-aid her book on the sett b<ide her and rose deliberately. She was conscicu-; that she waa trembting from head to foot. and that a, great many eyeR were nxed curiously upon h<&r. She had but a faintly-denned purpose in her mind as .-h? made her way do-wn 7h, and, paui-ing at thf man ? side. held out her hands for the ba,by. Let me ta<kc it, Sed," ahc, ¿.;aid, in a. wonderfnUy clear and sweet tone. "Poor iit,tie ttiitig", He looked up at her bewildered, with a face ?rown suddenly whitf. He said no word. but he laid the baby in her arm-, and ma.de r&Mn for her beside him. He watched her a«t she held tt. cuddled it ciose to her neck and laying her wnrm cheek R.ainst its white f<tce ,hil. she crooned to it softly. Gradually the waging j-ubsided, natH, cea'ing entirety. he baby clept. Mis' Lros'by looKpd into the fa<ce of the iwzvt beeid.e hep. There was & new directapN.* in her eyes. a new strength in her face. "You see?" she .<aid. smiling and indicatin? the Nieeping chi!d with a little triumphant motion of her head. "Gertrude." he fettered, "a benencent I PiwMMtue seat yoc to me tMs <taiy oif aiM Miaa Crosby looked down at the ba.by amd lightly t<MM'be<t its ch«'k w-i-t;h her ftn-gers. "Tell nte a-bout youTeeM" she sadd in a. low voice. "It'a only a sad. simple story," he replied. "Ton will not be any the hazier for know- ing it." Xevertheleee. he told her it-how hp had gone to that little Western towTi and taken a.p his work there. How, after two years, he had married a &wpet young lady of his parish, and how she had died of t.he fever. leaving him this ba<by. He, too, had had the fever, which bad left him utterly unfit for work of such a trying nature as was his. He was going home. "working his passage" by preaching here and there along the route. He had preached the evening previoaR at Rainboi.. in a little white church with green bli.nde. People had been very kind to him daring the journey, and he was deeply grate- fol. He thoTt'ght after a year at home he would be able to go back to his dear people. He paused and looked wistfully at his co'm- pa.nion'9 dowTMtaot fa<-e. "And yc'n?'' bo que&tioned. '"Oh. I have very 'ittle to tell." she said tremulously, in spitp of her smile. "I have been abroad. I am on my way home. Uncle John wac unable to meet me at New York, so I had to make the journey alone. It has been fearfully tedious, and I am very ?!ad I shaH have company the rest of the way She ghlnced thoughtfully at her watch. barelv two ont of she said. "Of coarae. yon must come to &e" n<; to-morrow, and bring the baby. I forgot to ask its name." "I call her Gertrude."

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