Los Angeles herald., 1892-07-11

She waited quietly on him each morning.
speaking no word unless pressed.
"She is not q fool, but she seems to
have no soul" was his mental caicula-
ton.
The summer waned
Why did Lucille's step lag, and why
had her pink face lost it's bloom2 He
was to go away? Yes, it had come to
this-that this man with red brown hair
and the beautiful voice, brown eyes,
suave manners and polished address
this man had wakened the marble Ga
latea into life.
He was no artist, but he had the soul
of one. He was only young city
broker out for a summer holiday, but
he had looked deeply into the soul of
this little family. He saw the husband
was harsh, COOL Indifferent and unap-
preciative, and the wife stultifed by
monotonous round of soul narrowing
household duties.
The day Of the parting came. He
held her hands close. "Goodby, Mrs.
Hardy. I'll be back next summer"
She hung her head like shy school
girl, but it 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 can serve you-if you ever
need aid appeal to me-"
She wrenched her hands free.
"It is hardly probable that Lucille
Hardy will need your aid. Go-and
goodby."
"Proud to the last, and yet / could
have sworn she had grown to like me-"
All! thank God for that woman's
pride that enables her to hide so much
and to set the world at defiancel
Lucille crept up to her room and lay
ON the lounge fol. hours, but she uttered
no sigh and made no moan only looked
out of the window with wide open, tear
less eyes. f
Surely he did not read my secret
surely he did not go away believing that
love him? And yet do, oh, do! and
God knows how am to live all my days
without seeing him.
Her husband never dreamed of the
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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 begin
ming to be less afraid of her husband.
One day she said:
"John, must have some books to
read"
"Why?" he asked laconically.
Because wish them." she answered
firmly.
"Do you have time to readY' he asked
severely.
81 shall make time"
He was astonished, but the bookswere
procured.
81 must read and study that may
become 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."
Il realize that quite well. Neverthe-
less l 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 re-
newed her music, learned in her girl
hood.
The fourth summer John told her that
Mr.. Bellairs wished to return, for he
had unconsciously to himself begun to
consult his wife in all things.
''In that case must have servant.
do not care to become a dining room
maid for city gentleman
So Mr.. Bellairs, jaded and wearied,
came to this peaceful home once more.
'fPerhaps I shall find nepenthe here" "
he told himself, remembering with sat
isfaction the i'll concealed grief of Lu-
ellie at their parting four years ago.
But the winsome faced girl had vanished,
and in her place was 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 good music and charming conver-
sation. ''I've 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 I know
that | shall never meet that godlike
man who is my ideal, and / shall in time
even become contented with that which
have. It is 30 sad TO know that all
our love, all our despair, all our suffer
ings must end thus. Th;N happiness is
chimera and content only found in
ministering to others. can be content
now to be Johns cook.
But she laid her fair face on her
dimpled arm, and looked sadly into the
sad violet eyes that peered at her from
the glass before her. ~
Remuneration and resignation are pos
sible only to those who havo outgrown
the beautiful dreams of youth, and un-
sel6shness is bearable only to those who
no longer carefor themselves. Literary
Transcript.
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