The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-05-31

there was no sufficient charm to account
for tho feeling. Such magnetism is cxer-
cised by all strongly tender natures, and
the sympathetic soul becomes instantly
sensitive at contact with the magnetic Gen.
ter. How often is 1t said: Il wonder what
he can see in her to loveW because, for
sooth. the eye of flesh can not penetrate be-
meath the surface. May it not be, must it
not be. that il is given to the eye Of love to
see aud to the heart Of love to understand
that which is hidden from the multitude
the inner beauty and worth, that soul love
Illness which is the only pure and abiding
beauty.
But, If YOU had seen Kate Wilton afoot
and afield, you would have, inevitably,
turned and watched her with a growing
feeling that she was somebody; for, to a
superb physique. she added a rare grace of
carriage. To see her walk was revela-
tion, 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 it's best. In repose. her face lost
its great charm-thc charm of light. The
difference in her face when in repose and
when emotion or exercise stirred it 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 a curling wave
from her pure, high forehead; the
eyes beneath were 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, 50 hard of understanding for
some, was to her the most natural of be-
liefs. Her religion was pure love, and if it
be true that
"He prayeth best who loyeth best
All things. both great and small.'
then Kate WiltOn'S prayers should have
had peculiar efficacy; for her regard for
lifc, 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 n widow
and childless. Aunt Ruth was . Quakeress
and while she faithfully fulfilled the desire
ct the child's parents AMI let her receive
her religious education in the worship OF
The denomination Of which her father had
been a 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. .'rhee must
be very still in thyself, my child, if thou
nearest the Divine voice." was precep,
that bore its fruit in katie's life.
She grew up believer in divine vo ces
and sought to make within herself that
holy calm in which no whisper Of HEAVIER
Is lost to the spiritual sense. Among the
voices that Kate Wilton listened for was the
| voice of God, speaking through human lip.
the words of love: whittier thou goes,
Iwcll go.n There was not q particle o.
| coquetry in her; to have sought lovel
would have been to outrage every instinc
oil her fine and delicate nature. Vet sht
thought daily of husband and of home
| The maternal instinct was strong within
| her, and child faces and child voices came
ind went in her pure dreams. Daily she
| prayed for the man who was coming to hcl
| with ever nearing feet, feeling sweet de
| light in the thought that he whom hel
| soul loved, unknown Of name, unknown oi
| form, would be blessed from source un
| known or tranquilized and refreshed il
hours of loneliness and struggle by her in
tcrccssion. 1t was rare and singular
thing that she should feel that the qualitie:
she loved must be mortally incarnate ant
come to her some day, to be known OF name
and cherished Of body.
| And so it came to pass.
BY chance as seeming strange as thu
meeting in mid ocean of ships from antip
odal ports, as strange as the meeting o
| long parted friends in the crowded.
taoroughfare of q strange city, Carl Burtol
came irto her life aud found it swept, gar
nished and prepared. That one year o
love, which followed, seemed year o
more than human joy. Perhaps, though
happily she could not know it, a longer ex
pcriencc would have shown her that, a
| tae sunlight makes even common thing
beautiful so she owed to the glamour of he
owa love-its ahnegation and intensity
much Of the beauty which she found in he
laysr Perhaps shs might have slowl'