The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1892-05-13

TO go away? Yes, IL had come to this
that this man with the red brown hair
and the beautiful voice, brown eyes, suave
manners and polished address-this man
had wakened the marble Galatea into
lifei
He was no artist, but he had the soul OF
one. He was only q young city broker
out for q summer holiday, but he had
looked deeply into the soul of this little
family. He saw the husband was harsh,
cool, Indifferent and unappreciative, and
the wife stultified by monotonous round
of soul narrowing household duties.
The day OF the parting came. He held
her hands close. Good-by, Mrs. Hardy.
| I'll be back next summer"
| She hung her head like a shy school
girl; but it was not shyness; IL was the
sickness of despair that bent her neck, but
she spoke no word. Careless man OF the
world that he was, her detection moved
him.
"If ever I can serve you-if you ever
need aid, appeal to me-"
She wrenched her hands free.
at is hardly probable that Lucille
Hardy will need your aid. Go-and
| good-by."
"Proud to the last and yet could
have sworn she had grown to like me-"
Ahi thank God for that woman's pride
that enables her to hide so much and to
set the world at defiance!
Lucille crept up to her room and lay on
| the lounge for hours, but she uttered no
sigh and made no moan, only looked out
the window with wide-open, fearless
| eyes.
"Surely, he did not read my secret
surely, he did not go away believing that
l love himf And yet, do, oh, do, and
God knows how i am to live all my days
without seeing him."
Her husband never dreamed OF the
sleepless nights and fearless agony she
| spent by his side while he slept the
sleep of the just. For months she went
about pale and thin, but her hours of
thinking were developing her. She was
beginning to be less afraid of her hus-
band. One day she said:
"John, must have books to read"
"Why?" he asked laconically.
"Because wish them," she answered
firmly.
"Do you have time to read?" he asked
severely.
81 shall make time"
He was astounded, but the books were
procured.
| 81 must read and study that I may be-
come a companion for him." she thought.
But the summer came and went and Mr..
Bellairs came not.
| At the end of two years she said:
| "John, / shall get piano."
He was astonished again. Lucille,
you are becoming extravagant. You
know very well am not rich man."
"Irealize that quite well. Neverthe-
less, have helped you to accumulate
what riches you possess, and am just as
much entitled to piano for my amuse-
ment as you are to costly machinery that
will lessen your labor"
Was this logician the gentle, submis-
sive and uncomplaining wife Of two years
ago?
| But the piano came and Lucille renewed
her music, learned in her girlhood.
The fourth summer John told her Mr..
Befiairs wished to return, for he had,
unconsciously to himself, begun to con-
suit his wife in all things.
sin that case / must have q servant.
do not care to become q dining room
maid for city gentleman"
So Mr.. Bellairs, jaded and wearied, came
to this peaceful home once more.
"Perhaps / shall find nepenthe here, "
he told himself, remembering with salts
faction the ill-concealed grief of Lucille
at their parting four years ago. But the
winsome- faced girl had vanished and In
her place was a stately woman as well
dressed as any In his own circle and as
quietly refined.
When he came down to breakfast a
chubby country girl waited on him, and
at night his hostess entertained him with
~
"Pve half mind to fall in love with her
now," he said, as he went to bed.
"Thank God, the scales have fallen
from my eyes," she said, "for know
that shall never meet that god like man
who is my ideal, and shall in time even
become contented with that which, have
1t is so sad to know that all our love, all
our despair, all our sufferings must end
thus. That happiness is a chimera and
content only found in ministering To
others. I can be content now to be
Johns cook.
But she laid her fair face on her dimple
arms, and looked sadly into the sad viole
eyes that peered at her from the glass be-
fore her.
Remuneration and resignation are pos
sible only to those who have outgrown
the beautiful dreams of youth, and un-
selfishness is bearable only to those who
no longer care for themselves
Transcript.
The Crocus and the Sunbeam.
The crocus peeped above the sod and
looked about on the brown earth and ur
into the gray sky.
few snowfakes fitted through the
chilly air and futtered down and fell
upon the face of the crocus.
The flower shivered and the snowflake
was gone.
A gust OF winter mir shook the crocus