The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-03-30

loved. And am not unambitious; !,
too, have dreamed of higher life, and
have striven after my ideal in my own
way"
I'm your own way, yes; but not In my
way" he answered quickly, with an
angry glitter in his blue eyes.
Perhaps not quite in your way,
Michael. cannot believe-I never have
believed-that success is the sole object
of existence. Nor do think that sue
cess alone ever yst made a man or
woman happy. George Eliot says that
we can only have the highest happi-
ness, such as goes along with being a
great man, by having wide thoughts,
and much feeling for the rest of the
world as well as ourselves"
George Eliot was a mere dreamer.
with the gift of telling her dreams in
good English" he cried, impatiently.
~ suppose that idiot, Samuel Wake,
has been giving her books to you, and
making you more sentimental and
cloudy than you were before. Why
don't you read Smiles and clear the
mist away from your brain?"
81 have read Smiles, Michael" she re-
piled quietly. "And am weak enough
to care more for the Robert Stephenson
who took thought for little children
and birds, than for the great inventor.
The very side Of him that you think
lowest, seems TO me highest. Remem-
Der am not depreciating his splendid
energy, only mean that It was not the
noblest part Of man. nor could It, with
out other qualities, have made him real
ly great"
The sparkle OF wrath had died out Of
Michaeps eyes; but his face expressed
a cold contempt. rrHa
"We are wasting time here" he said,
frigidly. ~ will take you back TO your
uncle's house, Olive; and then will go
home TO my own room. This hot day
has given me headache" Hl
She was anxious and remorseful in an
instant, ready to blame herself for not
having seen that he was suffering. She
had been wrapped in a happy dream
under the trees, and all the while he
had been sitting by her side, feeling
weary and i'll! And then she had wor-
ried him with her talG, and made the
headache worse.
"Ohl Michael" she said, rising, and
looking at him with glance that few
men could have met unmoved; ~ am
afraid have been selfish. II was for
my sake that we came here, dear; and
you have paid dearly for the pleasure
you have given me. What can | do for
you?"
"Nothing," he answered, as coldly as
before. 81 shall go TO my room and
rest. Mine is hard-working brain,
and anything in the shape Of dispute
always disturbs me"
Dear Michael, II any words Of mine
have disturbed you ! am more than
sorry. As to disputes, we will never
have any more. We are always one in
heart, are we not?'
AS she spoke she clung to his arm for
second, trembling, and with her heart
beating. He disengagcd himself at
once. .a.. .u8I.f.
"People are looking at u.s." he said.
"Do remember that we arc In Kew gar
dens; and not In Eastmeon fields! am
in no mood now for scenes and senti-
mental tdllt, Olive"
She looked at him again once, stead
lily and wistfully, with eyes that seemed
to read him through and through. Then
she walked on quietly by his side, pale,
but calm; and troubled him with no
more loving words or inconvenient
demonstrations.
The. Sunday throngs were crowding
81 about them; fathers and mothers
with their children, girls walking hap
PLY, sometimes noisily, with their
sweethearts. Their voices and laughter
seemed to come from an outside world
in which Olive had no part. She scarce
ly knew whether they were phantoms
or living people; only Michael, with his
cold set face, was miserably real. He
would not look at her, he did not speak,
and they reached the station and got
into train In silence.