Show Just An Episode This evening as on every even-nin- g and waited for him Soon he for weeks before she sat in hurried over his route in order to front of the tiny cottage half see her sooner and so it had grown But she hidden in a shady liook at the and so it was growing bottom of the trail which wound was the only child the parents its way up over the great divide were growing old and she was all separating this quiet green spot they had He was willing to wait well The a little longer and from the noisy city beyond sun just sinking behind the great so was she yet it seemed so long! Thus was her mind occupied on rugged cliffs at her back threw long black shadows over the this particular evening The night meadow in front and the brook birds began to sing Their shrill ran quietly on She saw the gay notes came from far and near colors splashed on the snow capped Some she mistook for his whistle peaks gradually grow fainter and and quickly turned her eyes to the fainter then as the last tints top of the trail The cows lazily faded away the deep ravines grew quit their grazing in the meadow darker and colder and twilight and came slowly towards home At this she arose with a sigh fell over the valley $ and taking milk pail in hand she She was young yet and so was glanced up the trail and then went he They had not known each to meet the herd other long but it seemed years He sat upon his old cart in deep since they met The old horse jogged on One evening on his mail cart thought he had driven up and tossing the in a slowly progressive manner mail to herwith a quick glance he The man too had been watching had driven away Each night he the sunset: he too had enjoyed its loitered longer Soon she watched beauty doubly perhaps because |