Following heavenward — Pansy

IT was raining drearily, and but few people were abroad-that is, few comparatively speaking, though the streets seemed full of hurrying, dripping mortals. In the large dry-goods store business was by no means so brisk as on sunny days, and one of the younger clerks, whose station was near a window looking out upon the thoroughfare, had time to stand gazing at the passers-by. They did not seem to interest him particularly, or else they puzzled him. His young, handsome face wore a thoughtful look, almost a troubled expression about the eyes, which seemed to be gazing beyond the passers-by. Just across the aisle from him, a lady, seated in one of the easy-chairs set for the accommodation of shoppers, waited and watched him; a young and pretty woman, tastefully, even elegantly-dressed, yet her costume was quite in keeping with the stormy day. The young man's face seemed to have special interest for her, though he was apparently unaware of her existence. A close observer would have discovered that she was watching him with deeply interested eyes.