Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-06-04


waited quietly en- him each morning,
speaking no word unless pressed,
| "She is not a fool, bat she seem to
have 40 SOU, was his mental calculation
\ The summer waned
Why did Lucille step lag and why hal
/ her pink face lest its bloom? He was to
/ 90 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
| life
He was no artist, but he had the soul Of
one. II was only young city broker out
! for a summer holiday, but he had looked
| deeply into l. soul Of this little family.
| He says the husband was marsh, cold, in
different and unappreciative and the wife
stultlhed by a mouotonous round OF soul
narrowing household duties.
The day of the porting came. He held
her hands close. Goodbye, Mrs. Hardy.
| I'll be back next summer.
! She hung her head like a shy school girl;
hut il was not shyness, it 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 cln serve you'll ever yon
need aid, appeal TO me-
She wrenched her hands free.
ut is hardly probable that Lucille Hardy
will need your aid. G)-aud good bye.
Proud to the last, and yet could have
sworn that she had grown to like me-.
All! thank God for that womln's pride
that enables her to hide so much and to
set the world at def ance.
Lucille crept up to her room and lay on
the lounge for hours; but she uttered NJ
sigh and made no moan, only looked out
Of the window with wlde-opan, fearless
eyes.
Surely, be did not read my secret
surely, he did uot 90 away believing that
| love him? And yet do, Oh, do, and
God knows how am to live all my day
without seeing him.
Her husband never dreamed of the
sleepless nights of fearless agony she spent
by his side while he slept the sleep of the
Just For months she went about pale and
thp, put her hours OF thinking were de-
veoping her. Sac was beginning TO be
less afraid of her husband. Oae day she
SAID:
John, must have books to read. "
"Why2" be asked laconlcally.
because | wish them, she answered
firmly.
DO you have time to readP" he asked
severely.
81 hall make time
He was astounded, but The books were
procured
81 must read and study that | may be-
come a companion for him, " she thought.
But the summer came and went and Mr.
Belairs 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.
~ realize that quite well. Neyerthe-
less, ! have helped you to accumulate
what riches you possess, and am just as
much entitled 10 a piano for my amu3e-
| ment as you are to costly machinery that
will lessen your labor.
Was this logician the gentle, submis-
sive and accomplishing wife or two years
ago2"
But the piano came and Lucille renewed
her music, learned in her girlhooa
he fourth Cummer John told her Mr.
Bellairs wished 10 return, for he had, uu-
consciously 70 himself begun to consult
his wife in all things.
''ln that case ! must have a servant.
| do not care to become dlning-rooU
maid for city gentlemen
So Mr.. Ballairq, ] dad and weiried,
came tn this PEACEFUL home once more.
! Perhaps / shall find nepenthe here,
1 he told himself, ememberiug with salts
faction the iIl-coucealed grief OF Lucille
! at their parting four years ago. But the
winsOme-faced girl had vanished and In
/ her place YVES a stately woman as well
dressed as any IN his own circle and a
| quietly refined.
| When he came down to breakfast a
chubby country girl waited on him, and
at night bis h, stess entertained him with
| good music and charming conversation
! ~ re half a mind to fall in love with her
now, be SAID as he went to bed.
Thank God, the scales nave 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
| conteniei with that which have 1t is
sad to know that all oul love, all our des-
| pair, all our suHerings must end thus
That happiness is chImerl, and content
only found in minist(riuR TO others
can be content now to be Johns cook
But she laid her fair face on her dim
pied arms and looked sadly into the sad
violet eyes that pceped az her from the
| glass before her.
Remuneration and resignation are pos
sibIe only to those who have outgrowu the
beautiful. dreams of youth, and unselish
ness IS beala5le only to those who DO
longer care for themselves.
Sublime Poem.
The sublimeer poem Of antiquity Is i'm