Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1885-08-15


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trust MIN with all that it was best should
not know, and 20 with him into bonds or
exile
believe that know it But martydoni,
my child, Is nothing beside a right to knowl-
edge that goes dissatisfied. You would meet q
lion unmoved, but let TINS mysterious and un-
described lover refuse TO tell you Of himself
| MS profession. his mother, his past and his
income and you would lay bar before
him beyond which he could not ad-
vance. You would say to him: You will
not trust me- and dare not trust you The
marriage license woult never be put to use.
i on do not understand me, sir, she said
simply. Il could not give the love until
bad given the trust-such trust as a child
| gives to its father in the dark / could then
c'ose my eyes and De led fernaps tins
Sounos iooiisn 70 YOU cut you asked me a
question: and have given you an answer
IL farmdaie knew little OF TINS man, there
was less oil MISS Denny tna1 !. dii not know.
Ns kno~'eass Oh MIN couid De briefly
summed npi mat ne had hidden INTO It one
nisht on 1ne oo"n s'agecoacn, ana asked at
.ne postofnce 70 De SHOWN q quiet place where
Doafu oou'd pe nao ior Week or SO; that
.ne mex. morning iouha nim az me coy
taD'e Oh MISS Jenny, beside the CLERK OF tina
viiase store; nanKeo risht and lett oy the
manager Oh tne tanhery anu tne schooima'-
Ter, ana oPposhe ,he mistress OF tne mouse,
VINO SAT entrencnea oehind tne oaintiest OF
ne1 nou@"o'o soos' tnst ne mad slept,
lounges and eaten win tne ar OF one who,
at 90 ma tnio"n Oh some great mental or
ousineS strain tnat nsd already grown
sucdkS VI gray LII us Q6lI, Il0L ne spent
money as freely as need De IN the narrow
ways ana close economies OF TINS small Ohio
town; that MS chiei delight and one known
wee was 70 hre gooa-numored urades at the
urchins OF Tue heishoornood, IN words Tar
beyond their comprecenslon; that he had
given to no man and to no woman one hint
as TO his past or his home and that the
brayest Of them had not cared IN question
him
Laid beside these mysteries, the life of
Miss Denny was an open book that even the
children could read Its lesson was pure
and simple Even that missionary of per-
sonal intelligence, who had taken upon her
self the responsibility, of being mother to
the shock headed boy, could find no broken
letter or distorted chapter in it that venom
would lie upon know Janet DennyY- she
would have answered YOU. "Wel!. should
D8y she was 81 last D6c6mb9r 10Th /
believe-perhaps the 9tb-it was a Tuesday.
anyway. Her father gave up and died ten
wears aeo-didn,t amount To much with hi,
readin' in the haymow. and sermouizin, Mt
the woodpile. Her mother has been gone
toe. goin' on five wears Smart cal Tatas
boarders. and her folks didn't even leave her 1
the house she lives in She tapybt scbool !
once in the seminary Mt Nav6aId hu. ,ova
IL mn fo purse har ypotbar Raa5s ,.eatr,,
mot that I can Sea the GOOD - |
il. but ,spect she does. or sha
wouldn't do il She ALWAYS savs xb,, che |
means. does her own work like the rest of ms
and makes her own bonnets. Heard she had |
the chance to Inarry q jabbering Dutchman. |
one of them professors over at Mayfield, but |
don't believe it 'Twould take drawer man |
than little Dutchman with long name to
maze .ove to her She had . beau onct
when she was II or Is, but he died fore any. |
thing was said. and Janet kept kinder quiet
for a few years. No, she'll live and die an |
I'D maid. I've always said that But see
herc What did that dodgin' fellow in the
speckled suit mean by tellin' my Bill that he
come from the Land Of Nods Ny man says
there amt no such place in these diggings;
and my old man has travelled"
Janet had indeed answered his question
Win uONe>tS, Dut Sue WIS InuCu Oh Tue
woman to confess that when the argument
began to take shape between them some
weeks ago, her position had been assumed
for that arguments sake But by dint Of
much repetition, and the searching Of all
the hooks and corners Of her heart for pleas
In support of her theory, she had uncon-
sciousiy become her own first and most
'teadfast convert, and burned with all the
zeal of the MARTYRS Of old
Had she known-had she dreamed for
moment-of the love that had sprung up in
the heart of the stranger who had halted for
rest at her gate, and that he was only hiding
it until such time as confession should be the
rIost certain to win success, not all tue
eloquence and all the challenges that his
lips could utter would have led her to
promulgate or defend the faith TO which she
had given her discipleship.
She knew it all a week later. For the
first time In his life. he called her by the
name her mother had given her. And as
she looked up with flush, in which there
was no touch Of anger, he took her hand,
and, turning toward the western sky, said
gently: Janet, there may be glory and
there may storm behind that bank of clouds.
God sends his burdens and his gifts as he
chooses, and We must take them as they
Soult nave sHuIc VI cdCu III tuo
years behind me- l had thought the way
was plain ahead-that l was approaching
the summit of the hill, and in a few
years would begin to go down the other side,
a new, a sudden, a blessed light has shone
into my heart, and bless the road that led
me here. l love you, Janet. Will you be
nv wife.'
1t came with the lightning stroke Of an
absolute a binding surprise
Though, in looking once, she might have
seen it in his eyes. she might have heard it
in his voice and felt it in his presence, she
had been blind and deaf, and had not un-
lerstood.
] will not chronicle the answer she gave
him There are some things so simple in
their honesty. and vet so sacred. that thew
cannot be written She opened her heart to
him and laid it bare in his presence; and
rs he heard the tale OF a sweet and
lonely life, he felt as though the white Mary
Of an altar shrine had made confession to
him. and the tears stood in his eyes, and he
was better man and a nobler man in that
hour than he Lad been in all his life before.
She made one condition. 1t was simple,
but from 1t no entreaty could move her.
You must leave me for three months In
that time do not see me. Do not write to
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