Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-03-13

broadened until il took in the whole
blue shining dome of heaven; the sun
vent down in a pure, mellow sky. She
called him TO see il, and be, bending
from his great height, gently kissed her
brow.
Thus shall your life be as bright
and cloudless to its setting, heaven
willing"
She smiled, well content, without
fear for the future she had given him
to keep. while the twilight fell and
shut them in.
Yes, they were married he with a
A'oman's heart in his possession, She
ahl pity is a sad exchange for the rich,
living love a woman Graves! For a
time the strength Of her affection mes
merized into artificial vitality the dead
body Of his, and she vas happy. But
it could not be always; the truth came
crushing down upon her at last.
1t does not matter how she found it
out it does not matter how the heart
comes into its bitterness, how the soul
claims its heritage of woe. The great
est question is to learn how 10 accept
il, endure it, and-live.
Live that had 10 be. She would
have died Of morG6catisa, grief and
pain, but pain, grief and modification
rarely kill She must live and bear her
trouble. That was hardest Of all
What was TO be donel He was an
every day, prosaic sort Of man, with
little romance about him. He saw bat
one remedy.
we must expect it and live it down
together, " he said sadly.
But you will go away, and let me
learn to bear it aloneF
My dear, that is impossible. l can-
not give up my business, drop every
thing and set out in vain wanderings
after happiness, which could never be
obtained in any such fashion said
this curious young man, opening his
eyes.
His creed held that the obligations
Of life imposed 4 higher duty than 70
follow the erratic guidance Of on i'm
perfect emotional nature.
Then let M go; this is killing me!'
You wish 70 get a-divorceT
He had a fierce internal struggle be
fore he could bring himself to utter that
word. He had failed Hgnally, then, in
the effort to make her happy, since she
could submit 10 the disgraoe-yes, he
was old fashioned enough TO call it a
dis0race-of a divorce suit, and the un-
certain position she must occupy in 80
ciety afterward. in preference To an
honorable place at the head Of his
house.
"A divorced Yes, anything-any-
thingF
Poor child, Poor, miserable childf'
he said compassionately. Forgive me
Il cannot grant your request. You do
not understand what il involves. No,
dear. we can never rectify one mistake
by plunging into another. No court in
the land can break, in the sight Of
heaven. the ties which bind us until
death 10 each other. Space itself can
not absolve us from the marriage vows
which We took upon ourselves in the
sight Of heaven. There is but one. as
/ have said. We must live il down TO
gether. not apart. \ woman's rightful
place Is by her husbands side, under
his protection; nowhere else can she
live nj her full life. Anything 10 un-
natural rs q separation cannot be at
tended with blessing"
But ! may al least find peace, - said
the girl YEARLY
Peace CONES from the honest dis
charge 81 duty. Pansy, if We deliber-
ately shirk the one. how can we hope
20 obtain the other, Neither peace nor
even conteutment can be founded on
willfuIly broken laws. 1t is only here
here. where our lots have been east,
our lives united, that We can ever hope
70 obtain either"
His words we're tcudeny spoken. but
their hard philosophy fired her. It
wa duty, duty with him What cared
he that all her Happiness was changed
by the tide Of bitterness that flowed
through her little world2
But she must save the shattered
remnants Of her life; away from him
somewhere she might put them to
gether and piece out an existence that
might not be wholly despised. She
would 90 away; il would be better for
them both. But he had always been
kind TO her; yes. very kind she could
not think Of the tender, compassionate
way in which he had sought 70 help
her after she had made her cruel dis
covery. without tear. Perhaps after
all they could learn TO bear il, 10 live
it down, better together, as he had
said He was strong, and so very,
very patient and tender; close to his
side, her weakness hidden in his
strength. she nigga grow contented.
But. no. his heaYf was dead, and she
loved him; there was no eontentnent
in the thought; she must go.
She waited fervently until night,
then stole into the empty library and
laid her little gOOd-by note on his desk.