Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-11-20

lot. A wOman's "no" should not
blight his life. No, nor even his own
mistake. Brooding over the past will
not bring good to the present or happi-
ness to the future. He bravely took up
the burden of his life resolved to make
the best ofit.
Fortune seems perverse at times,
showing favors where they are not
sought, and dealing them out with mig.
gard hand to those who strive and toll
increasingly.
We are prone to say that the world is
unjust; perhaps it is more just than we
think.
Some men win success in the face of
every obstacle. They have in their
natures the qualities which the world
demands, and which it is ready and
willing to pay for. And is this injus-
tice? Shall we do as the salesman who,
when asked for matches, replied that
"they were out of matches, but had
some excellent mollass." If the world
calls for what we have not it is only
our misfortune.
"Weight is the measure of the earth's
Success is the measure of
the worlds applause.
1t is always the winner of the case
who secures the plaudits of the people.
Who remembers the defeated one who
has lost more and won nothing?
Maurice Henderson possessed within
himself the elements of success, and he
succeeded. At the age of twenty-five
he stands higher than many an older
man who has spent his life in determin-
ed effort.
And yet as his life passes in review
before him, he sees the great lack, and
the memory of Leslie Graham grows
fresh and clear. For he loves her still,
no time, no distance can ever seperate
him from her. To him she is still the
one woman in all the world.
Tonight she seems very near him,
he sees the delicate flush upon her
cheek, the tender smile upon her parted
lips, the white rose wrestling in her
smooth dark hair!
Then the vision fades, for the door
opens and servant enters:-
"Mrs. Fortescue would like to have
you call around tonight. Shall order
the horse in?"
"No, Twill walk" replied the doctor,
rising hastily.
He felt desire to battle with the ele-
ments. He could have walked for
miles in the keen biting wind. But a
few minutes walk brought him to Mrs.
Fortescue's door.
1t was a fair picture his eyes rested on
q moment later, as he stood on the
of the room where the sick
child lay in its silk-lined cradle. A soft
light filled the quiet room, and fell on
the bowed head of the young mother,
who knelt beside the little sleeper. One
hand clasped the tiny hand fthe child,
the other shaded,
"a face as sweetly fair
As ever fancy framed in air,
As ever painter drew
Sweet Helen Fortescue! who would
have taken her to be a widow. With
\ small delicate face, great childish
brown eyes, and wealth of many curls
falling around her low white forehead,
she looked more girl than woman. Yet
a woman's heart throbbed in that slen-
der form, brave woman's soul looked
out of those tender eyes.
A slight noise startled her, or perhaps
she felt his presence in the room, for
she lifted her head and looked up. Then,
gently unclasping the little clinging
fingers she rose and came forward to
meet him.
"How is he tonight" he asked, as
he took her warm white hand for q
She smiled family, a delicate flush
dyed her pale cheek. "He did not
seem so we'll. I could not rest till you
had seen him. I am easily frightened
when my child is concerned" Maurice
smiled but made no answer. There
was a gentle light in the keen grey eyes
as they rested on the woman beside
him.
How lovely she looked in loosely
flowing robe of blue, her hair unbound,
her face alight with tender thoughts.
Thei. he turned away to look at the
child. HE is better, I Think" he said
at last, as he came to her, waiting by
the low stand, where the softly shaded
lamp burned low,-"this sleep that
you is just what the little
fellow needs" Her face grew bright
"I am SO relieved" she said, then added
timidly. "You think me very foolish
but he is all I have" "Why should
think you SOP" he asked gravely. "It
is natural for us to guard our treasures
only" he added gently, "who is to care
for you? We shall have you down be.
fore we know it, with all this watching
and anxiety. Do you know how pale
you are? and there is a tired look in
your eyes,"
She laughed at that, low sweet
laugh that was music in itself. Farther