bowl where in the great hour of reckoning in his life had showed to him as scarcely a woman � women had only hurt him not a spirit for he felt her touch warm yet but rather a comrade who had borne with him with him comforted him shedding upon his heart those of sympathy that will hinder a man s heart from breaking she had stood by too in her bad hour but there had been no one to save her from � from the breathed of her the pines called out her name just as it all was alien to it was friendly to her and brought him with a sense of her a horrible sense of and misery that purple light below was all because the sad eye was turned inward strange that nature has no power to soothe our pain when we go to her in pairs is it because we are looking to each other for comfort mostly in vain that she will not draw nigh us or because human voices do not always ring true because the may be right but their words are all wrong but go to her alone in deepest agony and she will soothe and rock you on her breast to a peace that no other can thrust his thoughts from him and looked at earnestly not on s account alone was she so beautiful once more but because an ugly evil guest was cast out of her heart because she was the sincere loving woman once more that she once had been to be charitable and kind was s nature hate had entered into her life destroying all tenderness and her making a mock of her sweetness and love and it had every good impulse in her � had made her the left handed bitter the world knew when she had been intended for a noble true and good woman i have not been true to myself she said that was the pity and knew it the gospel of hate that i and so many others practise is neglect of manners and little acts of kindness to be to insist on doing what you like at the expense of other people s happiness and comfort to give harsh judgment on poor struggling ye lay hard bv on others and will not them even with the tips of your fingers � what does that mean but to sit in an easy chair everything and everybody yet not to one of our darling sins and pet one might go on for ever with instances all base but made me see it as i have never seen it before it � it hurt me to hate beau and so she did this for you what a nature cried for to put wrong he couldn t said no one could surely she cried warmly call it conscience development � what you will � there comes a time in the life of every one of us worth anything when we cease to hear people s opinions do not pose even to ourselves but calmly look to some invisible person within us to be pleased or or made contemptuous by our actions and happy he whom all the world may condemn but who is right with that inward i and you mean to tell me that critic but the man is such a he burst out suddenly in a white i suppose it is nature at her old cruel tricks of up holding the scales of selfishness and in the one hand and brightness and goodness in the other the fit and the unfit the bad debt of the rascal set in her books against the hard earned of the honest man perhaps because thus alone she in carrying on her business to a successful issue therefore has she matched and but all things have a beginning and can you tell me how it was possible for so noble hearted a girl as to play with to even support that man s company can you tell me she retorted it struck on her rather how trifling to her own imminent tragedy had been in comparison with all his jealous fears of loving another man why we every one of us do the wrong thing every day of our lives yet none the less get up each morning determined to do the right there s a lot of human nature in for all that she is such an honest pure sincere soul and the people we love most have got a in them and probably could no more have determined the precise moment of sliding from a into thoughts of marriage with than we can between that of waking and sleeping though the whole world has lain in wait to trap such a moment but saw from the first that he had met his fate in her � it was who would not have him no he said and gazed downwards with an ugly that was an outrage on the beauty upon which he looked for he saw instead a scene that might have been transferred bodily from a sordid french play in which was the central figure and yet for and and himself all to have so loved and trusted the girl was to deny point blank the evil thing in her he had believed they both turned their heads as came along the path behind them on the way to one of his meadows he had rolled his sleeves up over his great brown arms the hand that a of beer waa big and strong enough to fell an ox looked after him very kindly anything big md strong appealed to her irresistibly and he was also i thorough and learned in all country i like him said the great gentle giant he took me out for a drive yesterday behind a do you know what z call her he said lady because she 