The Lincoln County herald., 1872-11-06
LOVE THE CONQUEROR.

1AsoASs
mo, Frank, cannot be your wife. l
have marked out my future, and have no
time to think of love. Our friendship
has been joy which I shall treasure up
in my memory but love nothing save
my books and my glorious dreams Of
fame, to the attainments OF which shall,
if need be, devote my whole future life.
Perhaps | shall fail, but l think net.
Heaven has given me talents, asd it 10
my duty to improve them"
"Catherino, you are making . grisvous
mistake; you will never be happy in the
path ysu have chosen. To day you
believe ysur heart is not made Of com.
mon clay, to demand Of love its deepest
happiness. The powers Of the mind are
all potent with you now but some time,
far away, perhaps, in the future, you will
say 'Frauk was right Fame alone can
not bring happiness. for homo and love
ere womsn's ALL"
The woman's lip curled scornfully o.
she said
"Ah, did not know that you claimed
to be a prophet. But. cir, 1 shall prove
you to bs false ons."
This 10 your final answsr2 You will
not become my wife, and let me help you
in your ambitious deslgus?"
"Help me? No alone and single
handed l will accomplish my work
And, beside, you are not capable of help
ing me l am stronger than you, both in
mind and body, notwithstanding your
ideas Of woman's extreme weakness"
A fash, almost of anger, but swiftly
melting into tenderness, burned in the
mans dark eyes as no looked down ints
her proud face, and be said, in strangely y
ningle tones of sadness and triumph.
$50 little Catherine is my superior
both mentally and physically? l admit
that my health is broken by hard study,
as yours will be long before you reach
the goal for which you are striving; but
my mind, Catherine --ars you sure you
have sounded its depths, and can pass a
righteous judgment"
"Have l not known you all your life ?
Your mind is as clear to me as printed
page. Frank, you are good and noble,
but you cannot reach my heart. In all
our acquaintance, you have never once
swayed my feelings as can one little sen
tence from this book" taking as she
spoke, book Of poems from table at
her side.
$50 that book is my rival? You love
the mind that bespoke its existence
Do you know the author, Catherine p
"Cannot woman admire without loving
I am so weary of this tirssoms cant sbou
love, which meets me on every hand
Unknown though be is to me. respect =
yea moro than that-reverence the mine
from which sprang work so pure anC
noble in its aims. l an satisfied that b.
would consider the sentiment of love Al
a weakness"
Catherine, the mind that conceived
the work, it seems to me is just the ont
to love with all the intensity of deep
lmpassioned nature
81 cannot think so; but we will chang,
the subject, as it is not profitable one
| am going away to morrow, aud thi
will probably be eur last meeting for I
long time"
"Goiug away? May ask where yov
are goiug?"
ITO my brothers. in the far of city o
c.. His wife died few weeks ago
and he wishes me to csms and look afts
his children, and then l write for sevsrs
Of the publications of that city, and
will be convenient for me to reside there
Frank, when l get elder and wiser, | an
going to write book, and It shall be 1
successful ono, too. I will show 20,
and the rest Of tho world what q wOma
can do."
II hope aud trust that your dream
may bs realized. But, Catherine, whs
you are tired and weary Of it all, an
feel the nesd of rest and ssus one to lov
and care for you, will you come to ne
Promise me, Catherine |"
"Should ever need or wish for you
love and care. l will come back to you
But, Frank cannot think that the tim
will ever come"
Catherine Seymour was net artlsticall
beautiful, bat the light OF intslle'
,, burned in the dark, blue gray eyes, an
the power "ts will and to d." was en-
thronsd upon the broad white brow.
Frank Armstrong had just obtains
his university degree, aud taken the plss
which his father-new gone to rest-ha
so wsrthily filled for many ysars-th,
of psster in the village church. Believe
and respected by all who knew hin
handso me, noble and engaging, he ha
yet failed in the hope, cherished fro
childhood, of winning the love Of Catl
crime Seymour. And saddsned, yet ut
smbittsrsd, he osmmsnesd bis life w0r
y alone.
X X \ X X X
Ten years have passed away, ar
Catherine has accomplished her worl
Ten years from the very June mornir
on which she asd Frank parted, h.
book, the child of her own brain. VI
placed in her hands, and with it hume
Gus altering reviews. Away to her o.
,m she fed with them, that she mig
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