The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1885-09-12

the right one in his own, one day, and
looked at it steadily; it was large and
flexible, perfect in shape, and imbued
with strength that made simple con-
tact with it pleasant. He looked at her
face, and its expression made him drop
her hand.
"You must be very strong" he said
eyes," she answered. ''My ancestors,
you know, killed oxen with their fists.
/ am very strong"
The rest of the community were un-
accountable in their behavior. After
that first day, when they were disposed
To crown his head and lay doves at his
feet and make him feel altogether like
fool, they seemed to return to their
first state of suspicious dislike, tempered
only with some dread of his mysterious
power.
1t was week after his last visit that
ring at the Office bell, one morning,
announced Marie Won Sulevtch. She
had walked far, for she breathed hard;
but her face was white, and showed
that she was sustained by moral rather
than physical strength.
DR.. Hoyt sprang to get her chair;
but she leaned against the door.
"No," she said, II will not sit down.
l wish you to tell me where to 90, be-
cause you said could be a nurse. and
it is no longer possible for me to stay
at home"
The doctor walked the length of the
room. and turned before he spoke.
"Tell me all of it, he said. Il am
your friend"
She sighed YEARLY.
"There is nothing to tell. You would
not understand. It is Nicholas this
time. 1t is the same whether it is
Alexis or Ivan. They do not care who,
but they viii make me marry. They
say am of the world. If L will not
marry Nicholas they will cast me off
to the worlds people. am no longer
of them. / come to ask you what you
of the world do with your women who
do not marrys''
DR.. Hoyt looked cut of the window.
and there was queer smile on ks
face.
"Why not?" he whispered. ''She
is beautiful and good, more capable,
every way, than the besEof these book
crammed girls; more nearly in the i'm
|
Marie" he said, aloud turning to-
ward her, ''are you sure that it is moi
that you do not wish to marry Nicho.
las and AlexisP l ask you now to be
my wife. Will your resolution be still
the samep"
Vivid color rushed over her face, anG
she put up her hands, despairingly.
"They said would be lost among
the worlds women!" she cried. "Oh
they were cruel to cast me awayn'
"No, Marie!' and Philip Hoyt tool
her hand, as he had done that othel
day, which both silently remembered
"You will not be lost as my wife; you
thoughts are like mine. Why shoulC
we not be happy together, caring TO
the sickP"
: Her face grew pale again and heI
eyes were bright with happiness.
You mean that | can serve you
make your life better, be useful to you?'
she questioned.
Men never tell their real thoughts a
these critical times; but comical Wis
ion of Alice Bayard's probable ideas o
wifehood, compared with these, die
cross this lovers mind, though it wa
very tenderly that he said:
my Marie, you are great woman
but to make your husbands life better
that is worthy even of you"
They were married at once, and have
lived very happily, the Doctor and Doc
toress, equally unmindful of the scoru
full pity, which is all that the Bostonian
and Mennonites vouchsafed by way o
remembrance.
Mrs. Hoyt retains many of her orient
al ideas of the wife's domestic station
Her thoughts are still largely of service
She has way of slipping out of thu
room when many people come; but SHE
will listen at midnight with wide
awake interest, to professional accounts
of epidemics and surgical operations
Her household is well ordered, and l.
she does not assert herself, and is no
brilliant for the many, her husband il
still content. Men are Eastern poten
tates, shorn only of opportunity. DR.
Hoyt finds a satellite, whose shining
face reflects always his own glory, 81
agreeable that he has never wished tt
have instead a rival planet. How're
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