But, though the form was of the fairest to look upon, her face cast it into the shade.
Blessed with clear-cut and regular features, with sweet mouth and decided chin, it would have been beautiful without her eyes, which were deep brown and surpassingly lovely.
Lovely they were at all times, but now in the light of the setting sun, they glowed with a new, glorious light—the light of a pure love.
She was the daughter of old Robert Jeffries, the prominent man of the settlement, and every man, young or old, in the village, would have cheerfully risked his life for little Katie Jeffries. Since his wife had died, years ago, she was all that was left to him, and he idolized her.
The sun went down, and still she sat there, smiling and blushing. Her father was away on some neighborly errand, and she was left alone.
But not long. A hurried, light step came up the hill, a form appeared in the dusky light, and she rose to greet a handsome, athletic young man who sprung to greet her, embracing and kissing her tenderly.
“My love!” he whispered, pressing her fondly to his bosom.
“You are late to-night, Walter,” she said, in affectionate reproach.
“Yes, dearest; somewhat. But you know I have a farm, all my own, and I am working hard now that you may grace it, next spring. It won’t be long, my darling, and then think how happy we will be. You will by your love make me better and a more earnest worker; and will save for me too; while I—”
He drew her nearer, fondly. She felt a delicious thrill, and nestled close to him.