St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-07-15
shower of subdued scintillations in which


| everybody lit up"
ut would be vain to deny that the ele-
CANT Miss Longworth had great expecta-
tions of Mr.. Grosbeck." can intense adj
miration of the being who, as it seems to
her, has SO calmly explored her soul has
taken possession of her." Grosbeck felt
nothing of this, for she was entirely with
outintentions concerning Miss Longworth. -
They were not alone together until the dav
before her departure. Then they met on
the spot where he had preached her heart
into his unconscious possession. In his di-
dactic way, but amlessly enough, he told
her that "love conquers in the long run"
IF ever ones daimon"-imagine this word
printed in Greek characters put words
into ones month. he certainly did then"
| Miss Longworth fed on this phase all win
ter, and came back to Stonewall with it
fresh in her heart the next summer. Her
mother came with her. They were at
church, but MI. Grosbeck failed to recog-
nize them. He had forgotten Miss Long
worth. They met, however, and Rufus
found her much improved. He discovered
that she was exceedingly good-looking.
After all. thoroughbred city woman's
get-up is a comforting sight"
He was still Indifferent but she clung to
her idol.
Her faith never faltered that the mo-
ment would come when another's recogni-
ton of this something would transmute it
from subjective to objective possession"
1t was the day before her departure from
Stonewall the second time. No word had
been spoken by Grosbeck They met He
again fired Goethe at her, this time love
song. He became conscious at last that
she was in lOve-in love with some one
Likely as not some clever preacher, pos
sibly a Methodist or Presbyterian, furnished
with double bank of keys, one of which
responded to the touches OF religion, art
and ethics with its treble tremolo, the other
thrilling with ambiguous basso tones,
evolved by the solicitations of certain sus-
capabilities toward Longworth loaves and
fishes" Rufus was no longer Indifferent
but he was blind. 1T was just such sort
of fellow" he thought, ''who would wake
UP this sort of woman" He spoke to her
of the man she was in love with when the
| Intuition came to him.
! AS he walked back with her he asked
| himself: what if she did love him? What
would 1t be to evolve the woman that was
SO smothered and to watch the leading of
ewig weibliche? The query kindled some
| thing in him. He felt the magnetism of
| this conjectural passion at his side, and
many waveets of emotion played upon
him as he walked
| AS they crossed the little bridge that
arched the little stream near the manse he
boldly kissed his new-found divinity, and
asked her if she loved him. ''Her voice
sounded out clear and solemn, as if before
the altar and a world of Longworths: L
| do"
| What, then. of the letter which Rufus
| Grosbeck has with him, ''unSealed and IN
Addressed"
This-''Yo GU love me, Emeline? have
| not sought to win your love in our past
| pleasant friendship. | had not consciously
| lifted finger to beckon you to me. l had
not cared to.
Nov 1 do care. I have lifted finger
to beckon and to grasp. I have seen the
great sun of your never before sun-filled
| soul rising before My eyes, yelling out its
pillows of radiance. l have caught a
glimpse Of what your natures landscape.
emerging for its twilight, would unroll to
MY vision, and greedy, esthetc passion
! leaps toward it. 1 would explore that
landscape
81 do not love you, Emeline but you
love me. An old, too familiar passion of
research and acquisition kindles beneath
your beams. 1t would never rest until it
had hunted you to your last cover and cap
tured you there! and, before God and all
the witnesses in the background, will not
| move an inchl
Let the past suffice!
81 take your long hands. Emeline. and
fold them over your heart. They must be
! its shield. Go your way and let me go
minew
| The letter was not sent.
Emeline departed.
Rufus kept aIoof.
ct will keep" he says. And he thinks
$50 will she-and L. 1t is foolisher to
keep tinkering at this muddle than to leave
it alone until | see things more clearly"
1t is December, and Rufus Grosbeck has
gone to town.
1.-The western horizon gapes with GRIM
son wounds that drop their heavy ichor on
city spires and dome. and redden city win
dowS where the golden sun beats through:
wounds that are not staunched till Venus,
throbbing, great and tender, rises to bind
them up with love. Ready in the zenith
waits the jealous little moon, lighting up
to some purpose, now that her mighty
rival has gone by"
1t is the Longworth mansion that Gros-
beck seeks and finds.
1.-THE sable Mercury wings his way aloft,
bearing to the goddess the pasteboard in
his hand"
AS to Emeline-"She knows now that
her long perplexity is to have an end"
Mr.. Grosbeck is gay, almost playful, as
she enters. Miss Longworth is cold, de-
termined, naughty, Grosbeck is over
whelmed with confusion. and at last, in de-
spair, he turns to go. MIR. Grosbeck," she
called. He turned back. do you love
me?" she asked. His answer was her own
to him-'1 do"
''But 1t was long before either said good
night"
This is Miss Cleveand's novel.
What do you think of it?