Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-05-25

Tor the tecllng. SuCn nlaBn'IlSHh Is tNcI-
cised by all strongly tender natures, and
the sympathetic soul becomes instantly
sensitive ut contact with the magnetic cen
ter How often is it said: 81 wonder what
he can see in her to lovei" because, for
sooth, the eye of flesh can not penetrate be-
meath the surface. May it not be, must it
not be, that ii is given TO the eye of love TO
see and to the heart of love to understand
that which is hidden from the multitude
the inner beauty and worth, that sOul-lOvc-
illness which is the only pure and abiding
beauty.
But, IL you had seen Kate Wilton afoot
and afield, you would have, inevitably,
turned and watched her with growing
feeling that she was n somebody; for, to n
superb physique, she added rare grace of
carriage. To see her walk was II revela-
ton, compelling the reflection that, among
the shambling, wincing throng of woman
kind, walking was lost art Glowing
with exercise, her eyes sparkling, little,
struggling tendrils of hair curling about
her forehead and around her ears, her face
was at its best. In rcposc, her face lost
its great charm-the charm of light The
difference in her face when in repose and
when emotion or exercise stirred il was
the difference between the cold, gray sky
at dawn and the warm bright sky at sun
rise; between the stream that flows sober
ly in shadow and the merry, laughing
stream that leaps in the light. For this
reason, perhaps, any attempt to describe
Kate Wilton's face ends only in category
of features. Her light, brown hair was
worn rolled back in curling wave
from her pure, high forehead;' the
eyes beneath We're large and gray; nose,
straight and over-large, mouth also rather
large, with lines which, straight in repose,
could soften and become sensitive when
she was aroused or interested. Her chin
was firm and well nodded and the white
neck was full and faultless in its curves.
The striking characteristic of her face
was strength. An artist, with line or
two could have made it sweetly strong or
sternly strong, but strong it must be, in
any case. Her nature was of that kind
which seems to be instinctively religious.
The doctrine of particular, all-pervading
Providence, so hard of understanding for
some, was to her tha most natural of be-
liefs Her religion was pure love, and if it
be true that
ale prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small"
then Kate Wilton's prayers should have
had peculiar efficacy; for her regard for
life, in its lowest forms, amounted to al
most reverence. Perhaps this was due as
much to surroundings and education as to
the inherent qualities of her mind. Left an
orphan in early girlhood, Katie had been
taken home by an aunt, who was "A widow
and childless. Aunt Ruth was Quakeress,
and while she faithfully fulfilled the desire
of the child's parents AMI let her receive
her religious education in the worship of
the denomination of which her father had
been pastor, she could not do otherwise
than impress upon the child, not so much
by word as by living example, that peculiar
reverence for the Father which is charac-
teristic of the peaceful sect. ''Thee must
be very still in thyself, my child, If thou
nearest the Divine voice" was precept
that bore its fruit in Katie's life.
She grew up believer in divine voices
and sought to make within herself that
holy calm in which no whisper of Heaven
is lost to the spiritual sense. Among the
voices that Kate Wilton listened for was the
voice of God, speaking through human lips
the words of love: "Whither thou gocst
! well go.n There was not 4 particle of
coquetry in her; to have sought a lover
would have been to outrage every instinct
of her fine and delicate nature. Yet she
thought daily of husband and of home.
The maternal instinct was strong within
her, and child faces and child voices came
and went in her pure dreams. Daily she
prayed for the man who was coming to her
with ever-nearing feet, feeling q sweet de-
light in the thought that he whom her
soul loved, unknown of name, unknown of
form, would be blessed from source un-
known or tranquili2ed and refreshed in
hours of loneliness and struggle by her in
tercession. 1t was rare and singular
thing that she should feel that the qualities
she loved must be mortally incarnate and
Il,
and cherished of body.
And so il came to pass.
By chance as seeming strange as the
meeting in mid ocean Of ships from antip-
odal ports as strange as the meeting of
long parted friends in the crowded
thoroughfare of strange city, Carl Burton
came into her life and found it swept, gar
nished and prepared. That one year of
love, which followed, seemed a year of
more than human joy. Perhaps, though
happily she could not know it, a longer ex-
perience would have shown her that, as
the sunlight makes even common things
beautiful, SO she owed to the glamour of her
own love-its abnegation and intensity
much of the beauty which she found In her
lover. Perhaps she might have slowly
learned that her ceaseless prayer TO be wor-
thy of him was needless, or even that his
embrace was parasitic, drawing on her life
10 nourish selfish existence. But all such
thoughts were far from the mind of Kate
Wilton. Life seemed royal progress, She
moved through a landscape bathed in sun
light, radiant with color, sweet with song
AS her religion was love, 30 her love was
religion, and no sacrifice that love could
ask Dp; she would have glored in making
1t. u Is comparatively easy, oftentimes,
10 make voluntary Offering of that which,
II Withdrawn from us by sovereign power,
would stir us TO angry mutiny against the
supreme authority that orders all things
after the counsel Of His own will.n
All this dream Of love was to fade,
the sky become overcast and the
birds cease their singing, During
all this year of first love, Kate had heard
the roll of drums the good-byes Of friepe,,