Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-28

give you up. 1t I could bear it all 70,
you-your pain without mine-God
knows I would. But it will come to
you alone, love, when you are his wife,
and can have no right to comfort you.
Perhaps there will come a time when
| you would even rather have my tender
ness than none"
Genevieve looked at him almost un-
comprehendingly.
"Why, I love him." was all she said,
aud he saw her again as she sat there in
the deep embrasure of the window seat
a petite, dainty woman, made of
spirit, and fire, and dew" with some
snbtle charm of her own that no words
could catch. Her beauty depended
much upon expression-glaring, fading
luminous, evanescent.-as cloud pict
ures, yet marvelously lovely with vivid
lights cleaning in the thoughtful ewes
and lips, whose glow OF coral rivaled
the rose tints of the sweet, spirited
countenance, framed and Swallowed by
clouds of soft-falling dusky hair, among
whose soft tra>ses his fingers had CO.
ressing strayed.
In those DAYS he always thought Of
her as the one fair woman who was to
make life fair to him, and through all
the drearH years that followed his love
for Ter Wills so strong that it held him
| always nigh and pure. Perhaps, after
all, he had been hasty in thinking she
had married Mr.. Eveleth, he Thought,
with wild CLEAN of exultant hope.
Why had she ever cared for Ralph Eve
leth? The question came again to his
mind, and was as unanswerable as it
had been when he first asked it ten
years ago. In fact, her friends all
asked this when Miss Kelsey seemed to
be drifting on to that fateful crisis OF
her life.
Even those who did not know her
very well felt it woald be to her one life
long tragedy; not, perhaps, in outer
! trial, but IN inner endurance.
An ordinary woman might have been
very happy as the wife of Ralph Eve
leth. ETen a woman of superior en-
dowments, if her nature were strong
and self-centered, and if not too fine a
fiber, might have found life satisfying
to her at his side. But Genevieve was
not strong woman. She was just a
gifted, sensitive, highly-wrought girl,
with infinite possibilities in her nature
both ways. A woman of singular
earnestness of purpose, of clear brain,
OF a warm, loving heart. Delicately
responsive as was her nature, to every
surrounding influence, she could not
live her highest life with Ralph Eve
leth. She was too receptive, too gen
erous, too sympathetic not to be tinged
by the color of the atmosphere in which
she lived.
MIR. Eveleth was not wholly a bad
man-indeed, he had many elements OF
superiority. He was a man of rather
brilliant intellect, but fatally weak in
moral power-a man to always do the
thing that at the time seemed easiest
without much care how it affected his
own future or that of others. He
lacked steadfastness and energy of pur-
pose.
Miss Kelsey was new revelation OF
womanhood to him. He had not the
delicacy of insight to fully appreciate
her rare gifts, or to comprehend her
tender sweetness, but he admired her
brilliancy, and resolved to win her for
his own.
But there were depths in her nature
he had never sounded-chords whose
melodies his touch could never waken
there we're forces all undreamed of by
him. Some day, Ray Converse had
then said, these forces would stir and
demand their fruition, and in that day
the tragedy of living would come upon
her.
And so it was that he had trembled
for Genevieve's future when he saw he1
gravitate to Ralph Eveleth. He did not
think that her higher nature consented
to it. And in that he was right, for she
went on as one borne by an Irresistible
tate. But the crisis in her fate came
sooner than Mr.. Converse could have
fOreseen.
There had been some kind of an
early promise between Genevieve Kel
sey and Ralph Eveleth, which he went
out into the world and held lightly, and
which she held sacredly in her heart
She was SO true in her nature that she
only measured him by her own pure
constancy. In those years her strongest
tie to him, perhaps, was her conscious.
ness that he had need of her, and it was
in this perfect unselfishness of hel
nature that the trouble came. For the
love of one will not make sacred bond
that demands for it's perfection the love
Of two. In these first days of sunny
sweetness she did not question much OF
life. She was satisfied in being. Vague
desire touched her at times, Is she
watched the sunset fires burning low
in the west, and the artists creative
fire stirred in her. But it's forces were
to wait for other years.
At times she was curious compound
of undeveloped impulses and powers.
The unrest Of genius was upon her, and
touched and swayed her with it's half
needed upliftings. She had a vague
consciousness of waiting for some touch
that should crystalline the half-real
dreams and alf-dreaming realities that
made up her life; some event that
should interpret her to herself.
The event came. Ralph Eveleth's
letters suddenly ceased. A silence
that neither thought nor words could
break fell between those two who had
promised to walk the paths of life to-
gether.
For months Genevieve Kelsey wres-
tied singly and alone with sorrow that
was as the very depths of the Dark
Valley to her. It seemed as if her
strength could no longer avail, and she
yielded for a time to the constant,
dumb anguish of patience.
Then came other days. Youth and
hope are strong, and the forces of her
character asserted themselves. It was
then that that rare courage and sweet