a sort but if the two are not in touch if the hand clasp is relaxed one of them in deep waters while the other shells on the shore ah my dear he said sadly are you not a little unhappy even those who ea m love do not always get it don t you think � he hesitated that perhaps all the time a woman is looking to a man to help her he has been looking to her to help him tou are too proud to own that you beau yet it is plain as daylight that in his selfish way he loves you coldness may have its corresponding virtue as every virtue has its attendant vice nor thou what thy life to thy neighbour s creed hath lent added softly i think said that we women lock a treasure of love in a and weigh it now and then in our hands and as it is heavy we think it must be all right but when we take it out lo it is another man s love that lives tou are he said suspiciously and she smiled somehow a man never sees anything not directly imder his nose and not even then unless he wishes i also think she went on with that hard lightness which looked so easy and had cost so much that the who puts his head in the sand was originally a woman and a wise one at that which o io saying is a but i was wise and shall be still as one grows older one demands less one we think it is in the heart but it is in the blood growing thinner and colder day by day poor he said sadly if only you would dare to be yourself i james lane says � some women in marrying all and give all with good men they are the happy with base men they are the broken hearted some demand every thing and give little with weak men they are with strong men they are the some demand little and give all with congenial souls they are already in heaven with they are soon in their graves some give little and demand little they are the heartless and they bring neither the joy of life nor the peace of death like exclaimed as he spoke the concluding words don t do it don t put a sword into a cruel hand that will you bit by bit to death it is only when you find the cup at which you drink a dried up instead of a sweet draught that you the immense amount of refreshment of support that the kind word the loving care the sympathy that might have been poured into it drop by drop by me hand and were not and what of the other cup he said sternly we have our duty too and you were never quite fair to but his anger died out suddenly as having no root in a righteous cause he looked across to where he and had sat together that morning and even as in some mysterious way nature with fingers was drawing out of sight last year s dead pushing forward in its stead little new purple red blossoms so was unconsciously being drawn out of the of his life and the more or less love that had wrapped him about as with bands had loosened about him up there in the of the wind and the sky and the sunshine it seemed to him that then his heart had tried and rejected leaving her a little heap of colour and and sweetness on the with last our acts our are or good or ul our fatal shadows that walk by us still fell unconsciously from his lips and he shivered a little somehow the magic and glory of the day had departed looked at him she had brought him here that they might be happy and the wretched human note had the beauty and turned all the music to discord as man s paltry affairs will when brought to the high concerns of we have soiled it all i we have spoiled it all she cried to herself passionately her beloved bowl would have to be with moonlight to it of the human stain they turned their heads as down the hill came whirling a couple of the man with his hand on the girl s shoulder the afternoon sun shining full on their young light as feathers they passed on the wonderful road and were gone in a moment leaving a flashing impression of mutual trust and happiness and love and sighed is my idea of marriage she said to her companion to help � to go to one another in difficulty and in trouble � not merely in laughter and to share daily bread try it he said earnestly gather all the sunshine you can and it on � above all give some to poor beau for after all � paused the good women of this world have the best of it enclosed within the walled garden of home sooner or later the man stray into the one room where the woman whom at heart he loves and who loves him patiently his return the woman in the street has no by which to enter that sacred the who silently and all her love rebellion and sorrow lived to welcome her safely within the four walls of home at last doubtless spinning was the equivalent to cars in these days for at heart you know you are an woman her lips trembled a woman s memory is very and she can t forget the days have been and had been happy once with beau they had risen and were standing side by side they had talked longer than they thought a scarlet sun with no of colour was sinking through a rosy bed sheer into the bloom 