Ainslee's Magazine, February 1913 — page 89: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

RADIANT LADY Say, it was, but it isn’t now—I mean, if I might be allowed to change my mind about supper—you see, they -didn’t catch the thief, after all, and I could remain. Please, Miss Araminta.” — “Yes?” said Araminta, moving off a little. The young minister followed her closely. “Oh, don’t run away,” he exclaimed anxiously. “My dearest Lady—Ara- minta! May I stay? I have something particular to say to you!” Then slowly the meaning of his words worked its way into Araminta’s Q Se OO. OH 79 dazed understanding; and a wonderful — smile lit up her face, making it more beautiful than all the past hours had done. “Yes, Alexander, you may stay,” she said, and held out her hand. Simultaneously they realized for the first time that she held something in it —the gypsy’s parting token. “What?” exclaimed the young min- ister, pointing to it excitedly. Araminta gave a little scream, and held the object up to view. It was the young minister’s gold . watch. OS JANE LISTER—DEAR CHILDE OOL in the cloistered walk, And kissed by English winds, | So mute amid the whispering leaves, the birds’ glad talk, What is it the traveler finds? A tremulous dear name Writ in the ancient stone, And sounding sweet to-day as when They, sorrowing, came Who chose it for her own. Jane Lister, the dear childe, The little English maid— A baby heart, unlearned, rosy sweet and wild, Two soft feet unafraid Before that dreaded bound Where grave men search in vain. She steps, years after, through our faithful daily round With immemorial pain. For we are mothers all And hold a trembling . bliss— Cradles, and lesson time, dear bodies growing tall, The warm and fleeting kiss. And vain it is to slip Fond arms about our joy— The Change so soon hath welcomed each upon the lip— Fair girl and rosy boy. Mitprep McNEAL SWEENEY. (COLMMUCE IOOkK (E@)