New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-05-17

For them there are no worlds to conquer
and measure, no bOundless acres OF marsh
and forest to wrest from the hands OF ma
ture, and make habitations for man; no
force them to disclose the origin of the race
and Of the world. On! my spirit quivere
within me when think of it, and long to
be gone. It'll do for woman to sit by the
fire and drone over antiquated lore; more
glorious career awaits q mantle i'm
measurable field of action"
Theo tapped on the floor with her toes,
and looked into the fire, but said nothing
The young mans eyes rested on her for q
moment, and look of slight pain mingled
with the look of annoyance on his hand
some face. He paced the floor two or three
minutes, as if he didn't know what to say
next, and then, as if he had made up his
mind, he stopped short and began
II know you like me, Thee-hang ite-all
the girls do, but can't help it. l wish
they wouldn't. / don't care for girls.
mean to spend my days making explora
tons in unknown lands That's the only
life for me. Theo, Pm ashamed as a beast
to mention it, but Billy Ray is dying foi
you. Billy's blessed sight better fello "
Than l ann
The foolish, handsome boy didn't know
what he was saying, didn't know much OF
the nature of the girls, or he never would
have blurted out that he knev TheO had
laid her silly, romantic girls heart at his
feet, and that he had no use for the gentle
gift. 1t was brutal speech to make, and
no girl alive would ever have forgiven him
for it, especially when he went so far as to
suggest the transfer of her maiden affections
TO somebody else. But Edward Wallace
didn't know any better. He had no idea
in his blessed innocence of the ftorm he
Fl
her foot, and sat like stone woman.
"Why don't You say something, Theo q
She sprarg up with white face and her
eyes blazing. She stamped on the floor
passionately.
"Ned Wallace, don't you ever speak to
me again as long as you live"
He started in dismay.
"DO you mean that, Theoi'
II mean every word Of it. II l live till
l am hundred years old, I'll never forget
nor forgive what you said to me just now.
To tell me to my face that you know l am
in love with you, and if it's just as con
venient, you wish I'd make it somebody
else. Oh, good God, it's too muchn'
She covered her face with her hands, her
cheeks flaming with anger and bitter hui
initiation. Edward Wallace made the sud.
den and uncomfortable discovery that he
had hopelessly put his foot in it, He knew
Of old something Of the temper he had
aroused, and he stood appalled,.
Theodore" said he. with FAINT sound
of emotion IN his voice, you and have
been good chums all our lives. Once, when
you we're little girl, l remember you had
a pet kitten which you liked very much.
One day you caught that kitten killing some
young birds You had liked her better than
anything else in the world, yet you took the
pretty kitten and strangled her with your
own hands, and from that day to this you
have never allowed another cat in the house.
Are you going to turn away from me to-
night for good and alll''
Eyes" answered Theodore. speaking very
slow, /" for good and all. can't get over
things like other people. don't want to.
After tonight shall never speak to you
again until l forgive you, and that will
never be on earth"
speaking unlike himself, quite rapidly.
I'm more sorry than ] can tell that I've
offended You. Always remember that when
you think of me, if you ever do. 1t you
don't find me here in the morning you will
know why"
So he turned and went away. Theodore
covered her face with her hands and burst
into passionate tears-the woman's weak
refuge OF tears.
Next morning at breakfast Theo came
into the diningroom and Daddy Dinke
handed her note and said:
Read this to me, Theo. ! found it on
my plate inst now"
1t was from Edward, and it said:
DEAR FATHER DINKLEBACH-Ive start
ed to Brazil. / could not do as you wanted
know how ungrateful it seems, too, and l
wish l could please you, but l can not
Forgive me and forget me ii you can, and
may God bless you and Thee.
EDWARD WALLACE"
Daddy Dlnkle leaned his head on his
hands and groaned. 1t was a cruel blow,
and it stunned him. A dim mist came over
his eyes for moment. When he looked up
Theo was crying in the corner. Poor girl !
She had learned to conjugate ano far too
well. Daddy Dinkle looked at her. Per
haps it was liberal learning" which made
his intuitions so fine and quick. In that
moment he looked down through the past
like vision. and his own blighted youth
rose before him like sOrrOwiul ghost He
want over to Theo and laid his hand gently
on her head.
''Theo, my girl, don't cry" he said. Il
have no patience with crying women.
Leave crying to babies, where it properly
belongs. Please God, you and have many
a brave days work before u.s. my child.
Together we will tread the glorious paths
Of learning. We will climb yet higher
heights, my daughter, and you shall lead
and will follow. We will wait for the
promised time together. In the pursuit of
liberal learning there is perpetual triumph.
unalloyed by a single pang. the splendid
triumph of knowing and understanding.
places an on level with the
angels. There are joy, consolation and re-
pose. | turned there for comfort a long
time ago, and it has never failed me. Thee
dora, daughter gift of God to lonely old
man, Gomez
Il will, father"
So two went out to work, where it was to
have been three. They never mentioned
The wanderer, never heard from him. The
I'D man and the girl shared their studies
together. AT length an attack of sickness
came. upon Daddy Dinkle, and weakened
him so that he. was never quite the same
again. After that TheO heard part. Of the
boys lessons. Liberal learning" brought
ler Joy and consolation, indeed. She seemed
lutte happy, after a little time. Her eye was
bright as birds, and her voice as sweet,
hopeful and CHEEKY. Year after year she
studied with the old man, and year after
7ear she took more and more OF the boys
essons in her own handle. They called her
he "girl professor" and she laughed, and
vent on III her own sunny, splIieu, anoi-
ious way, a steady inspiration to her boys
Ind the old man, now beginning to be lit
lie childish, and losing his eyesight little.
But her hair turned gray when she was
nineteen years old.
A lover or two crossed her quiet life as
lie years went on. That was the only time
Ter bright, sunny spirit ever seemed dis
urbed. Her soft, pink cheeks had turned
cry pale; and she seemed faint and breath
ess fer moment, and then she said mildly
md firmly that her life was devoted to the
Id professor and the boys. She never
ooked for, indeed never wished for, any
ther life than her present one. SO the fly
ng years still went on, and Theodore lived
g much shut out OF the world as if she and
he old professor and the boys had been
a at AWAY On q green island In mid nlean