The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-08-12
The ddahifa DAILY Eagle: Sunday 9torn1g august H. lse4

brothers starving in novels, the few feast
| Ing IN Richardson mansions"
| But farther reading will prove that ii
! IS not novel with "A sociological purpose
| the conversation on heredity shows the;
not only the physical and psychological
| Dut the financial sins, born OF DER ween
j Ing ambition as well, are visited upon The
children; 'the endless chain OF conse
quences which may result from just one
step aside from the right"
| After her guests had gone Filth stole
| into little den opening from the library
which she had fitted up cozily as a sm0k-
ing room.
cleaning over her husbands chair she
said, half wisifulv, Il wish, | wish
! Marguerite could have cared for Carroll
/ lie IS such noble fellow, and Marguerite
! is fitted in every way to make a man
! happy. More than ever / was, aud make
you happy, do / uot?" she continued, with
! her hand resting on his hair. where 1t was
beginning to turn prematurely grey.
| Yes, measurably," answered Raymond,
| clasping her hand III his big, soft palm.
You are the dearest little girl in the
world, Edith. You have the peculiar
knack of making home what it should
be. | verify believe you could transform Il
wigwsm 50 that q man would find il more
attractive six day out Of seven, than the
best club in town"
anu u Is JuSU DecauSe AlaFBueflIe 0aI
this genius for home making that l cannot
help regretting that she Is forever de barred
from using II"
''She may have had your genius, f lith.
but she ala not have your common sense -
Her sense Is better than common. 1t
IS uncommon" retorted Edith. And you
speak in the past tease, just as if the girl
were dead. "
An well. she is Mary aud you are a
dear little Marina
The young vile went back into the
drawing room to put out the gas. She
was economical by spells
she had made a TeStfui home. Her hus-
bands praise was deserved. There were
quaint furnishings, artistic draperies.
books, etchings, paintings, fiowers-all
the appliances that comfort could
demand. and beautiful things
to crafty cultivated TASTE. The elegan-
cies Of a refined civilization were visible
everywhere.
A charming, beautiful woman was the
presiding genius, whose life was rounded
and given its mission by husband, home
and child.
She returned to the smoking room.
= Her husband was trying to read
his paper and 50 she lapsed into silence.
A bright wood fire was burning on the
polished brass andirons and as she settled
herself III an easy chair before it, many
pictures formed themselves in the glow
ing Goals. Edith, too, could have
her reveries at times.
Nothing can bring back the past We
are advancing whether we will or not, on
ward TO the great future. We can make
our lives what we viii to a certain extent,
but beyond that we are powerless We
are the victims or the tools of circum-
stances. Age, death-change, we cannot
stay"
And in thinking these things, her usual
ly sunny soul was clouded. for the while,
Il smile died from her lips, the sparkle
from her eyes. She murmered softly, feel
ing how impossible it would be for har TO
initiate: After all, Marguerite has chosen
the better part
y due regard for the copyright, and the
pleasure IN store for the reader OF the
book, restraints me from giving the plot
away in review; but | conclude that the
selection of "Orchids" for the title was a
happy fancy OF the author, for aside from
the ambitions Mrs. GIllettes in the world.
the flower Is admired because of its rare
and singular beauty; and so the reader OF
Orchids will admire il because it gives
lofty and beautiful ideal of the possibil-
ties of human life, and the treatment of
the conditions that hedge it round about.