Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-04-10

her cool. egotistical. unfoveiy. because
sordfd. coquetry-had it not been for
the one element on his side, of passion
ate earnestness. of loyal good faith, and
pure-hearted. single-minded alteration.
This was what gave its tragic element
TO the affair Philip worshiped his god
dess most reverently, thinking her high
above himself and every other creature;
being perfectly willing TO forsake faith
er and mother, brother and sister, and
eleave forever to her only-while she.
Poor little Mahe1Ie's bitter signs were
not without just cause and foundation.
"A town life must always be sacri-
fee. | suppose. after cur beautiful home
at NenSiue, but ~
..But do you think it could ever be
tolerable 70 yoda''
There nsiqht be conditions under
which-oh, Mr.. Massey.'
A long and pensive glance was only
half over when Philip interrupted it by
taking her hand.
Miss Fairfax-Angelar he began,
and alter q pause he went on, as she
had intended he should. with the story
of his love, his alteration: his utter I'M
worthIness and presumption. and all
the rest OF it; but the speech ended, as
all such speeches do end. with fervens
prayer that she would overlook the I'M
worthiness and try to love him ever SO
Ettle-in ever so long time, and there
by make him happy from that moment
for all time.
Il! Oh, you astonish mer' said she,
and did not blush as her eyes met his
while she spoke
Perhaps [ startled you-spoke too
soon-you were unprepared, he stam-
mered.
The idea of anything he could say
startling nss!r' thought Angela. with
supreme disdain,
''But. Oh, if you could only say that
I am not utterly Indifferent to you
Il can not deny it." said she, with
long look, and a smile that faded almost
before it began
And may T"
stop! can not tell you that love
YOU, but"
Il never expected, never thought, or
hoped such q thing. But may rope,
Angela. that some time"
Hush. Do not be so excited. Philip
Yes, | can not tell you not to hope. I
I will think OF it,
You are an ange1.'' was all that
Philip could say, kissing her hand. with
a fervent looI of devotion that had
something of reverence In it-a look in
which 3 nobler woman might have
nobly rejoiced, but which caused An
gela to think how very desperately he
was in love with her, SIS she answered
with a smile
A smile was her only reply to almost
every form OF address, question, avow-
al-every shape of praise, blame, re-
proach. Unkind and envious fellow
women. like Grace Massey and ThekIa
Berghaus. have been known to say that
this form of answer, constantly re-
peated, waxed monotonous: but how
can such smile wax monotonous,
floating over a lovely face, and seeming
to be caused by unknown depths OF
feeling, family lighting a pair of di-
vine eyes.
The story goes that certain 'sMater
Purissima, one of the u ost celebrated
pictures of Il celebrated old master, had
for model one Of the most corrupt
women of her age. 1t is a story which.
whether true or not. inevitably sets one
thinking when one hears it. and think
ing sadly, too, of the many counter
parts of it which may be found in
these latter years OF grace in the nine
teenth century, in which we have eman-
cipated ourselves from so much which
we have discovered to be superstitious,
and set up instead each an idol fash
toned bv his own hauds-our mate
purGssiHzG.
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