Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-07-15

puzzled what to do. / really have no
business here. when my strong nerves
snl firm health would be so useful in the
hospitals; and vet Annie and Dora depend
upon me- so helplessly that the moment Duty
SAYS, Co.. and I make ready to go, that
very Instant Duty changes its form and
cries, .Stayr-
DemiIle's first thought upon hearing
this patriotic complaint expressed with
such delicious laziness was one that made
b m blush for himself: "If she prayed
with diving fellow. ] wonder how long
he'd be in Paradise-or the other place
before she got to the 'Anen'?" Instantly
hot blood rose to the roots Of his hair.
He despised himself, and mentally cried
s.Scorn.'' upon any one who could remain
even for an instant in her presence with
cut heart and soul bowed in reverence
before this proud and gracious woman
hood The next mental image was scarce
" more agreeable He exclaimed, You
in a hospital. Juno Perish the thought
Not only would il be a constant cruci--
fixion OF all your refined tastes and habits.
bat your msrtyrdom would be OF no
earthly use for. no matter how equable
your nerves. your beauty in such place
would be 4 disturbing element TO play
havoc with all the nerves about you And
thus you would take away more effective
ness than you would contribute. Hang
Duty don't let's talk Of il. The very
thought Of seeing you in hospital, my
beautiful
The soft voice interrupted; duty is
not always and only faskmaster, Mr..
Demille. as the world almost invariably
believes it 10 be. | remember. when /
was Younger than am now. that to be
told il was my d,tty To do this or to leave
that uudone filed me with rebellion, and
| fought against Duty merely because OF
its hard face and severe name. But you
have probably never learned, as | have,
that sometimes Duty is ones only stay
in lite aud comes to one with the
helDinl face and speech of consolation.
| remember when mamma died the
world seemed blotted out of my sight :;
there was nothing left pe but darkness
and mourning. Life had not A pleasure
for me all my ambitions and hopes fell to
dust; everything proved itself empty and
void before my grief. can never forget
that my first hold upon the world again
was by taking Duty by the hand and re-
Numbering that owed TO mama to fill her
place to my father and brothers as well as
| could In such manner Duty was not a
| slave-overseer, but true companion and
| f iend.'
II probably did not occur to her listener
| that it was out of the usual course Of things
for pagan divinity like this glorious Juno
to enter so deeply and wildly into compre-
hension OF a spiritual verify revealed not
! from the mount called Olympus, but from
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| little of pagan goddesses, and. even if he
had given the present seeming anomaly a
thought, it would have been to explain
by remembering that Miss Glyn was OF
New England descent, her family origi.
mating on the Androscoggin. where the
least of nymphs, not to mention goddess
| es, receives Christian education. Meth.
err did it occur to him to have many times
heard that Miss Gyms mother died in Civ
ing her birth His mind was too intent on
ever-0eeing Occasion.
Finally. clouds devoured the moon. De-
mile looked up with start. Miss Glyn
rocking. rocking. ever rocking, mur-
muring. murmurin". ever murmuring-
was Just then ltmenting that Dora rebel
ism was growing more and more rampant
every dav; Il can tell Von, Mr.. Demille,
because you are our friend but it would
be indscreet to tell it in Gath or breathe
il in The streets of Askelon that she sleeps
with n Confederate flag draped over her
bed-head every night and am confident
that she prayS tor the success of the Con-
federate arms night and morning. II is
hardly to be wondered at. suppose. for
her ancestors were shareholders tor two
centuries and all her friends and relatives
have either been killed or are now fight
| ing in the Confederate ranks; but still |
| do think. out of respect for Frank, whose
loyalty protects her, even if not from no
other motive. she might refrain from in
suits to the Stars and Stripes Don't you?'
| Continued to- morrow