Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-10-18
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impossible possible. He is like all gifted
cas-; he is like the age we live in, that
makes, and ought to make, and will make
the impossible possible.
The cold, hard, dstrustful face glowed
with a thrilling stir. A chance word had
struck a vein of enthusiasm.
Iaidee's terror gave place to astonsh-
ment. She did not reflect that the men
ton OF an authors name may be like
witch-hazel. the divining-rod of precious
metals. But she appreciated that her
companion was changed man. They
talked Dante; then they talked Tyndall.
They had both read more than one of Tyn-
dall's books, and had heard several of his
delightful lectures.
But is it not sad" said Zaidee. pres
emily, "if II is true. that he does not be-
1ieve in prayer? He makes so clear and
so beautiful the theory of the unseen rays
of the solar spectrum, the most powerful.
the most magnetic of all; you heard that
lecture, did you notp And vet they say he
does not believe in prayer
land do you believe 10 ii o. asked Max
well.
with all nv heart, of course" said
little Zaidee. ~ on do too, don't YOU ?"
She hardly heard his answer. he spoke
it in voice so low. but she saw the dark
shadow lowering again upon his face; the
cold. hard. repellent look came back
Theodore Maxwell, the ardent believer in
revelation of material omnipotence of
force and material infinitude of resource,
did not believe in any divinity of affection.
To him that world was cramped limited,
Intellectual, powerless, and unpromIsing
indeed.
Zaidee, on the contrary, who had most
imperfect smattering OF scientific revela-
ton, knew very well some of the exquis-
lite and Unreasonable avenues of devotion.
But she felt now the unsvmpathetic at
mosphere into which her simple avowal
had led. and she said no more. CONVEX
sa,ion dwndled and died out The trav-
ellers returned to their books, and to oc-
casiona studies of the scenery, which be-
came, as they advanced, more and more
wild and romantic. So noon and after.
noon passed. till place was reached
where the train stopped to allow the pas
sengers to dine. Zaidee had biscuits and
fruit In her satchel Mr.. Maxwell brought
her cup OF coffee, waited until she had
drunk il. and then went out of the car for
his lunch.
ale is half nice, half horrid," thought
Zaidee, in her school girl language, as she
watched him depart. Time sped, the cars
went on their way, and he did not return
Then she was seized with anxiety, and
with trouble for herself too, for night
would soon come, and she had all the IT,
Nudity OF experience in travelling alone.
"He is better than no one" she thought.
"Oh, wish he would come back again p
These considerations caused her when,
alter leisurely cigar in the smoking car,
he did come, to give him and with flush
Of Joy, radiant smile of greeting.
A look of surprise, of pleasure, and of
unmistakable friendliness, lighted Theo-
dore Maxwell's face in answer to this de-
monstration. "She is the sweetest little
creature / ever met" he thought "what
pity that she must soon become altogeth-
or woman, and cease to be child /!
Children are the only human beings
have any faith in. And they always
like me. She likes me, too, very evident
". She could not have given me such a
smile as that If she did not thoroughly like
me-"
. masculine vanity! But it, as some
philosophers assert, "the end of education
d to direct vanity to the highest objects,
then this weakness OF strong man makes
possible for woman to become potent
educator.
Theodore Maxwell had brought to Z,i-
dee a guide-book sold on the train, CON
tAining views of the scenery through
which their road lay. These views--they
booked them over together-were chiefly OF
wild nature subjected to man by mechani-
cal strokes of genius, and they awakened
MaxwelPs keenest appreciation. He ex.
planned to the child some of the majestic
and patient processes by which the solid
sovereignties over space and difficulty are
projected and accomplished.
To Zaidee the world of mechanics was
something so august and incomphehensi-
BILE that the apostle OF their significance
loomed up in her reverential Imagination
as superior being, sort of intellectual
Titan, to whom the removing of noun
tains, the spanning of torrents, the uniting
Of distances, were but Straightforward
play. She listened really ferventy. She
began to admire this earnest, thought
ful man at her side; and he on his part.
was kindled by the electric listening of
his fresh and vital little auditor,
Twilight closed upon them, after the
ioveliest sunset that ever flushed hills and
streams Of Western bounteousness with
gold and crimson glory-twilight tina,
draws from depths innermost what day.
light disdains to stoop for; and Theodore
Maxwell became not only communicative
but positively confidential.
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