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~ Rave q good deal of patience, o.
i've" said her lover, lifting his eye
brows. ~ will remind you that II we
always had to stop and consider the in
terests of the stupid ones we should
never advance at nll. But l won't argue
with you! 1t Is always waste Of time
to argue with n woman. ! have got to
think and act, my dear, and your part
is to trust me and enjoy the fruits of my
toll. Most people would say that you
had 40 reason TO complain OF your lot.
Some would go SO far as to call you a
very lucky girl"
"And they would be quite right,
dear" she cried. resting n gentle hand
upon his arm. Don't think that l do
not appreciate all your energy and
pluck-don't think that am not CRATE
full for our willingness to work for
me. Only-only, l nm sure we shall be
all the happier il we can honestly tell
ourselves that no one is any the worse
for our Success"
He laughed, n little indulgcnt laugh.
'By and by, when we have reached
our goal. we shan't remember the OBJ
stacles that we cleared away from
path" he said gayly. ''You talk very
prettily, Olive; ! am pleased to hear
you express yourself SO we'll. But
later on, when you have plenty OF mon
ey to spend on dresses and knick-
knacks, you won't sing the Same song.
will give to charities, Of course,
Id buy things mt bazaars, and patron
lac concerts, and that Is all that can be
reasonably expected Of YOU"
He did not see her disappointed look.
She had turned her face away, and was
gazing across the park with grave, sad
eyes. She had drcnmt OF q life that
was TO be lived with him-n life full of
deep meaning and brave effort, q life
that was not made up Of show and self
seeking. Perhaps she had not counted
much on enjoyment; her pleasures had
been simple and few, and all her ideas
of happiness were conferred in him. But
she had pictured them as working 20
gether, not for themselves only, but for
others welfare also, and in a dim way
she had realized that II we want 70
know what kind Of life we nrc living,
we must look for its reflection in the
lives around us.
II suppose I need not caution you,'
he said after a brief silence; but It Is
important that no one should be told
anything about my plans. Don't dis
cuss my affairs with your uncle Walrei
he Is a man with whom l can't sympa'
thize, a man who mas wasted his capaci
ties in an absurdly unreasonable way
''Of course ! won't tell him anything
Olive answered.; "but I wish you liked
him better. Michael. for I already love
him."
Love Ii a valuable article and ough'
not to be given away in haste" sale
Michael with one Of his indulgcn'
smiles. 'But rs you are to live under
his roof, IL Is we'll that you don't FIND
him uncomfortable. You will have n feas
of books. little woman All. that please
you'll"
She looked up with all tho light o
youth and Joy IN her beautiful face.
ut seems" she said, ''as If l shoult
never get t o the end Of all my delights
Are you going to take me home now
Well. Michael, we must SO to churcl
this evening"
''To satisfy you, ! suppose we must,
he replied. 'You women seem to thinl
that you can't keep good without goini
to church."
lie was very kind and gracious a
they went homeward, md told her tn
names of the streets, pointing out oh
jects Of interest with untiring good nu
ture. The Wakes did not ask wher
they had been. Samuel Wakes owl
face frightened when he saw that hi
niece looked happy. And then cam
the Sunday dinner, ind afterwards
pleasant afternoon spent in a large
sitting-room upstairs; and Olive an
Michael turned over piles OF books t
their hearts content. Tho shopkcepe
sold secondhand volumes as well a
new ones, and Olive liked the oil
books best Of all. She was q little di,
appointed when Michael said that h
neve read any poetry nowadays.
'You used to like some Of the verse
in my Christian Year." she said n
gretfully; II have heard you repea
them" q
"Very lfRely; but ] have outlived a
the poetry Of life. That only comes I
US at the beginning Of the Journey,
he answered.
sand at tho close said Uncle Wak,
"Well, I'm not near the close yet
Michael spoke with high good hume