The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1892-11-05

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~ love your brother!' she had said.
It was a. If she had said:
'See, | have all the world-all that it
contains is mine. All that is beautiful
Or precious or to be desired by the heart
Of woman is mine. What can you
offer me more? What can you give me
in exchange if sacrifice all this?''
What could he, indeed? A few years
less Of youth; q somewhat better for
tune; wider knowledge Of the world.
But this latter had its drawbacks; while
he could offer her a very honest and
manly love, he could not offer her the
boyish alteration that goes with fewer
years and narrower experience. / do
not say that this was the reason why he
could not win her; he might not have
won her in any case, even had there
been no one else. But there was an
other. younger, more ardent, perhaps
better fitted to mate with her young
life. And SO when she had stopped him
with that gesture, and said, ~ love
your brother" he had not argued his
cause further. Whatever the prize was.
however much he might otherwise have
btriven for it, he would not strive against
him.
And as for her-she was but woman.
and with such a woman the passion and
abandon of love outweighs all else. One
might protest as we'll against the sweep
ing power Of fire or flood as to try and
stay its course. Such love gives much,
and gives freely and glories In. the Civ
ing. and it demands much in return; it
will share with no other. And such
love will forgive much, but there are
some things it will never forgive.
Chalmers had not expected any out
break. He knew that her pride would
force and sustain calm and confident
exterior, and he felt that to him less
than to any other would she willingly
lay bare any of the tortnrings of her
heart in this trial. Yet he had hardly
looked to meet at once the CLINT Of felni-
nine armor. Perhaps he would have
been better prepared had he known more
OF women. How they steel themselves
sometimes against those who would help
them most-whose help in their very
hearts they most desire.
The room into which Chalmers was
ushered, and where he waited for her
only brief moment, bore evident traces
OF individuality. Somehow you could
have told that it was woman's room.
though there was nothing of mere pref
illness about it, no knickknacks, no
hodgepodge of bric-a-brac and home art
with which women Of nonindividuality
clutter their surroundings. There were
many books, few good engravingsu
the wall. small bronze of flying Mer-
curry, and these were disposed as If they
were severally read and studied and look
ed at--not as mere dec rative parapher.
naiia--but as part Of the everyday life
of the inmate.
into such . room. thought Chalmers
(and to such q woman, too, perhaps). a
man could come and be at his best: hero
. man (and this mythical woman) could
meet upon q common level, talking,
thinking, bringing out the beat that was
IN each other, forgetting or unheediny
that lesser and baser life that must per.
force be lived out in the world and
among men.
Into such 2 room land to such wom-
an, too, perhaps) he had once thought
It might be possible for him to come;
but that time had Como now. He must
'nly think OF these things impersonaliy.
70 this point in his reverie had Chal-
mons come when Miss Tenant entered
'he room.
fou have come at last" she said, in
m even monotone. as she gave him her
land.
Chalmers was not prepared for the
'oldness or restraint Of her greeting. I