The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-06-05
keep in our minds and before our
eyes, Ruth, is our future"

1t IL De out little time. Ihe
price we have to pay for success will
be small, compared with what many
give. A few weeks, or possibly few
months of separation, little calcula-
tion to make things go as far as they
will for the present, and then | shall
have my process patented and in sue
cessful operation, and we shall be
rich and distinguished That is
enough to crowd out the pain of any
small sacrifices, isn't it, Posey2"
Yes, Gilbert" she acquiesced
again. going to fasten his neck tie for
him. 20
He kept on talking till he was
dressed. He had peculiar voice
and a shrill, nervous way of ut
tering his ssanguine sentences which
made them sound more convincing
than if they had been spoken with
moderation His wife followed him
and waited on him very much as a
blooded dog waits on his master.
Thee hasn't forgotten anything,
now?" she asked at last.
He was shaking himself into his
great-coat, pulling the worsted muller
well up about his ears.
- No, / believe not There is Bow
ems letter to Professor Prochaska.
That letter will be worth a small for
tune to me, and the bottle of bi-sul-
phideLtliat [ couldn't get in the case,
and Hazelton's pamphlet" He was
feeling of one pocket and another, as
he made his inventory.
And the money, Gilbert?" she re-
p1indad him
6 Yes, Posey," little shade GO
ing over his face. Sc The money is
ali safe, and the first thing it will buy
will be a dress and shawl for my little
girl, and a suit for the boy. He put
his arm around her; his expression
was a conflict between the pain and
pleasure of going of.
" Nothing very costly. thee knows"
she, put in gently IS 4U W9f
Another shade went over his face
He hated to have to be so calculating;
to have it always thrust upon him
that they were poor! = LIZ III
Perhaps not very costly for this
time" he answered, "but by another
winter there won't be much that /
shall have to deny my wife and boy.
Our ship will be in by that time, dar-
ling" y 4 ~ = E1EU o
6 But we must be very prudent till
the ship is fast to the wharf" she
answered, raising her sweet face
with a look of wistful anxiety to his.
Perhaps if it hadn't been her money
he was going to spend. these illusions
wouldn't have made him uncomfort-
able. They did make him uncom-
Portable, however, and he was a man
who hated to be made SO.
well be as prudent as church
mice till [ get my patent, he said,
lightly, not wanting to show his an
noyance.
She glanced up at the clock then;
she was one of the sort who would
have reminded the sheriff of the hour
if she had been waiting for her ex-
ecution.
e see, Gilbert said in answer to
her look, and holding her a little
tighter to him; Il mustn't stop, must
II"
They walked along in silence to the
door. and heard the car whistle In the
distance. For weeks past the start
which Gilbert Harley was now about
to make had been his abiding and
all-absorbing thought, his Impotence
had hardly tolerated the necessary
delay; but when it came to the point,
to the very act of parting, when the
pain of separation from his pretty wife
and rosy boy came to him with reali-
cation, he hesitated and held back,
and left it for her to make that final
physical wrench which is so hard, and
yet nothing except for what it sym
bols. This was the way with this,
man always The impulse of the
minute was the strongest goad.
Poo mammal said the baby,
with some mysterious two year old
intuition. his little, fat hand wander
ing over her full, fair throat, and
reaching up to her rounded chin as
the I" comforting proceeded.
Gilbert Harley, stepping out into
the frosty sparkle of the Winter
morning, stepped quite unaware into
a new sphere. The blue air, with its
glisten and spangle, sent a thrill
through his blood-hot, rich blood
that it was-but he had no Fremont
ton that, as his long legs plunged
into the snow banks, he was plunging
into a career widely different from
that of his past.
We need to know something more
of this young man The townfolks
of the plain. heavy Pennsylvania viii
lage which had always been his home,
called him queer. As a rude,
spindling boy, they said he ought to
be whipped into wood-chopping and
chore doing. instead of wasting his
time whiting, and reading. and wan
dering. As a young man, they shook
their heads over him. He was I'M
stable; he taught school and wasn't
popular; he edited the county weekly
~ / ,r,en,f aopSicfanf Than he cot