A Lover's Forebodings

"Another disb, please." Out under the star-geuimeu heaveiis Daohno McCarthy and Bertie Cecll were sittiug ttiis beautiful autumn night - sitting side by side beneath the spreading branches of an oak that had braved the storms of centuries, -wliile the silvered pencilings of moonlight dancing so gaily among the verdureclad branches that waved languidly above their heads gave to the scène a toucii of wieid beauty and silent "Did you speak, darling?" asked Bertie,;bending over the girl, and gazing at her with eyc3 whose fervid glances lold more eloquenUy tlian word 8 of the great love he bore her. But back of the tender look, back of ,he love-Iaden tones.there was a hauntïng fear, a ghastly horror, which all ;he sensuous languor of the place eould not dispel. Up from the meadow beyond the brookside came the noiay chirping of the crickets,. and the wind which had riseu as they sat there, began to blow in strange, sobbing cadenees through the evergreens and larches in the village churchyard. ïhe sheen of fleeey clouds that had decked the ïenith, lending an added splendor to the turquoise bloom of the horizon, had suddenly faded away, and in ita whoae black bosoin the forked lightning leaped like a hissing serpent f rom the darksorae jungle of an Indian forest. Already the rain-drops were splasihing among the dust-covered leaves of the tree. "Did you speak, sweetheart?" aaked Bertie again. "I was thinking," replied Daphne, in low, llirilling tones that showedtheintensity of her yearning, "of havinganother disü of ice cream;l)utitistooMe now," and, rising from the table, he led the way to the street car. Bertie followed her iu a dazed way, but under the sombre look oí.' his pure young face tb ere was a peacef ui, almost holy joy. "Heaven has headed her off," he said softly, "but I shall pay for this when the oyaters come, for it does not rain in winter." - Chicago Tribune.