Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1883-07-14

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doors. If you are fond Of being read to,
will do my best"
"And there is nothing am fonder OF,
I answered, and followed him into the
house.
"Make your selection" he said. point
ing to q table quito overlaid with books.
Something of hers" Ireplied, picking
up an edition of Mrs. Browning.
"All right! now to please me, open at
random, and will read there"
Ilaughingly assented, and placed my
fore-linger plump on Lord Walters wife
"But why do you go ?" said the lady, as both sat
under the yew.
And her eyes were olive IN theit depths, rs the
kraken beneath the sen blue.
because fear you," ne answered; because
you are far too fair,
! And able to stranglc my soul in mesh ofyour
golden hair"
'Please don't go on" interrupted, Il
like the poem. but someway !tisn't pleas
ant now"
''Hardly appropriate" he answered,
closing the volume dreamily, and then
added:
81 suppose you think Lord Walters
friend a foOlp"
ssIIc is the type of large class; bur,
Mr. Alcott, are we not treading on dan
gerous ground? Do you know what lies
just beyond:'
eyes, that most oxaspcrating question
of 'woman's rights Aurora Leigh set
ties that for NE"
"It takes a soul to move q body" he
repeated slowly. "'It takes high-soulcd
man to move the masses, even toa cleaner
STYLE. It takes tho ideal To blow hairs
breadth of the dust OF the actual. All!
vour Fouriers failed-bccause not poets
enough 10 understand that life develops
from within
"Never was truer word spoken than
that Miss Ellis-'from within! 1t takes
n soul to move the mass and, according
TO nv observations, it makes very little
difference to whom tho soul belongs.
Men of intellect meyer have subordnatod
women. SEQ what excellent care Goethe
takes of them. Look at Faust's Margaret,
the instinctively pure child growing into
n self-relant woman; and see how, as
Wilhelm Meister develops, spiritually ana
intellectually, he comes naturally upon
women of purer and moro innately re-
fined type-first Mignon, and then Nata-
lie afterwards Theresa and Macaria-thc
last star soul"
81 thought MS much," said grandmother
entering Just here. 81 felt sure you had
come when | saw the light" and no pet
last child, baby, was ever more well
coined than l by my dear dead fathers
mother
"You promised me, David, you would
certainly 90 to bed at 8 O'Clock" said the
old lady rcproaehfully, after having sat
istied herself that hadn't changed bit
| since she last saw me.
"But how could II" he asked, with a
comcal gesture in my direction.
"Wcll, hope you won't be any tho
worse for it tomorrow" said she; ''and
now to bed with you this mnute!"
"Dear old vagrant, goodnight, y said
the gentleman, with rare smile, obeying
instantly; "and pleasant dreams to you,
Miss Ellis"
"Nice boy that" said grandmother, as
tho door closed.
"Boy?" repeated.
eyes, boy"
"He is twenty-five years old II he Is q
day"
"what Of THAR You are twenty, and
what are you but girl, should inquire?
Four weeks ago there didn't anybody
round here think he'd ever got out again.
The doctors gave him up, and his sister
was almost crazy, but the fever turned,
and he went to sleep and slept two days
steadily, and when he woke up he was as
bright as a button"
did not see my new friond for two
DAYS. He had over-cxertcd himself, and
the result was solitude for this length OF
time. | roamed the fields, and haunted
the woods, read, wrote and thought.
never did so much thinking in such
short space of time, with such unsatisfac-
tory results.
"Wherc under the sun have you been
all this afternoon ?" said grandmother, as
at sunset tile second day dragged into
the kitchen porch.
"Upa tree"
Cup a tree?" this with considerable DIS
dain in voice and manner.
"You have torn d great slit in your
dress, Sue, and you look like fright. |
have wanted you-mor'n your worth-for
the last three hours"
"what are you making, grandmother: :"
"Panada."
GLOW many quarts of this stuff does
your patient consume, Mrs. Ellis, In the
course OF twenty-four hours?'
''That is according to his appetite, Miss
Saucebox, said a rich voice at my elbow,
and there stood Mr.. Alcott.