St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-10-14

corrupted Warue, giving yOoelui WILL
to madam's pathos that raised laugh
it seemed sacrilege, and he bestowed
glance of severe disapproval on Warde,
that caused that gentleman intense
agony from suppressed laughter. Mad
am, too, caught the glance, and, Smil-
ing inwardly, outwardly looked her
gratitude.
When the opera was over, it was ON
Ransom that Mrs. Warren bestowed the
favor of assisting her to her carriage,
and, as she gave him her hand at part
ing, she said in a way that made the
words seem caress. my Knight, you
have corrected my cynicism. L do not
believe it is in you to deceive any woman
even me. Come to me next Thursday
evening. There will be pretty girls and
interesting men. Do not fail me. Good
uight."
Her carriage rolled away. Warde.
who had been watching the parting III
amusement while he stood one side,
arm, saying, Looks won't bring her
back; though CAD, my boy, yours would
if such thing were possible"
As Mr.. Warde lay in bed that night,
pipe in his mouth, a volume OF lola IN
his hand, he suddenly pitched the book
across the room vigorously. turned over
in bed as man will who wants to get
loose from a bad dream, pulled three or
four times with more force than was
necessary on his pipe, and finally said
to himself, Hanged if Pm not sorry L
did it! Ransom is just the boy to lose
his heart to such a woman, and he IS
made of just the kind of stuff that will
never recover from the shock it will
give him to find out the sort of woman
she Is. I'll speak to him about it in the
morning, deuce take me if l don't! lie
is too nice yOungster to be set bias for
eternity by woman of Waytle war
ren'S stamp-ugh!" And with grunt
of disgust for Mrs. Warren, a determi-
nation to speak to Lee about her, Mr..
Warde's easy conscience soon bore him.
pipe and all, into fOrgetfulneSS for the
night.
Subsequently Mr.. Warde learned that
it is infinitely less difficult to Introduce
young man to beautiful woman than
it is to make him acquainted with the
evil that will result from her friendship,
You young simpleton, you will only
amuse her for brief season, and then
she will lay you aside like pair Of old
glOveS-yOu much the worse for the
wear, and she unchanged for the sery-
ice you have rendered her. Besides,
where are your high and mighty no
tons of wright and wrong? She is
married woman, with husband who
has neither the pOlIteneSS to die nor to
give her grounds for divorce. You
mustn't fall in love with her-it'S knock
ing the whole ten commandments into
smithereens - wOrshiping false gods,
lying. stealing, killing, cOveting, COM
nittinn aIuItaru onH oil the rpSf 0t
them, don't you know"
But Ransom didn't know. He waXed
indignant, and informed Mr.. Warde
that his OWL mother need not blush 10
see every thought of Mrs. Warren that
filled his heart. IL do love her." he
said stOutly, land am not ashamed to
tell it. But | love her i'll way that is
beyond the power of your groveling.
tieSh-bound soul to comprehend. L love
her with the pure and radiant love that
q monk adOreS the Mother of Christ,
Ond for you to dare suggest the posi-
bility of my entertaining any other
emotion towards her is prOfaning her
and insulting me-"
"Well, never" gasped Warde. "YOu
are the most sublime idiot that ever
stumbled at the A B C'S. How Plato'S
ghost must hug itself to hear you talk!
You are too spirituelle for me; L wash
my hands of you, and the day you
learn that you are fool of a man in the
power of a heartless cOquette, instead
of a young saint at the shrine of the
Blessed Virgin. don't come cursing me
at your awakening. Remember | tried
to open your eyes, but you persisted in
the corpse's privilege Of wearing PEN
MES on them"
Ransom went his way in stiff-necked
silence. He resolved not to tell Mrs.
Warren the injustice Warde had done
her, lest it should pain her, and, fanatic
that he was, he would have shed the
last drop of his life's blood to save her a
single pang. But his sensitive soul
registered every feeting emotion on his
face, and Mrs. Warren's keen eye had
learned to interpret his feelings thus.
"You cannot hide it from me; some
thing has troubled yOu," she SAID.
"Wby will you not trust me, Lee? |
conceal nothing from you, and unless
our confidence is to be mutual, l must
deny myself the relief of reposing all
my cares and sorrows in you. l must
believe that you find them burden
and. out of regard for me. refuse to let
me help carry the burden of yours.
But this is not as it should be, dear boy.
A woman is never satisfied with mans
love until it furnishes her the oppor-
tunity for giving him of the best she
has. You and have agreed that per-
feet understanding and full sympathy
is the best one can have in this world
so come, tell me what troubles YOU"
She had arisen and was standing over
him, one hand smoothing the hair back
from his forehead, the other resting ON
his hand as it lay on his knee. Her
lovely face was close to his, her Won
dIous eyes were pleading with his. her
ripe, moist lips, parted in expectancy,
sent burning through his brain the
lines,
''Your warm lips part in breathing, and the
air
Doth eager enter in to mix with thee
Fen as my longing soul fain, fain would be
With thy own mixed for aye and ever,
Clare"
"Good God" he cried. "what have I
doner He pushed her away, and bury
ing his face in his hands, sat plunged
in the wretched depths of self-abase-
ment. He had prOfaned his divinity
with thought, and the consciousness
of it was bitterer to him than hell. Had
he laid his hand upon her body he could
not have held himself more cOntempti-
BILE.
An instant Mrs. Warren stood won
dering, and then she was kneeling at
his side, pulling his hands away from
his face, and, with tears in her lovely
eyes, implOring him to tell her what he
meant. He roughly ridded himself of
her, and, with a fOrbidding hand raised
between them, commanded: Don't
touch me. l am not worthy. am I'M
fit ever again to receive single one of
your pure thoughts. Forget me. will
leave YOU"
Alas that the tragic should have al
ways a comic balance! A sane man in
dead of winter may not go out on the
street without his hat, and Ransom only
reached the front door to find that he
must spoil the effect of his farewell by
returning for his hat. 1t was not until,