The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-05-05

sThe world IL foolish wo. cover truth
Were barred by the gates We built Ia youth
Two were there surely and two might stay,
But she turned him into the better way.
His thou,hts were purified even when
He chafed ana ragged AZ the might have been
He learned that living Is not whim:
For the soul In her became part OF him
IA fights as others--to win or fall
And the spell OF the woman is over all
Brayely they battle In thin degree,
For the woman love shall be proud OF meH
And the man and woman, me one IN hcarI
But the strong will battle for his de2ree-
Add the woman love shall be proud OF NEW
He read the poem over, then read 1t
again. Down went the brown head
upon the desk, and n sob passed the
sweet, sensitive lips, shaded by q
silky, dark mustache. At length he
lifted his head, and the deep, dark
eyes, with their long curling lashes,
were wet with tears.
1T is just like herr he murmured,
softly. "Shc is just like the woman
in this poem. How noble and good
she is! 1t is always tho noble and
good that is unattainablc to me. Look
at yourself, viii Summers!"
He arose, and going over to the
mirror upon the wall, gazed for a few
moments upon the handsome face,
with its haunting eyes and tender
mouth; then he turned away-moody,
disconnected.
What am |, To hope to make wo-
man my friend?" he groaned.
True, am young, passably good
looking, possessed of means sufficient
for ordinary use. But she-she with
her heart of fire. her brain, her warm,
generous nature, and above all the
talents which make her superior to
other women-she would never think
of me! Yet her very presence gives
me strcngth-courage When | am
with her feel desire-a necessity
to make for myself a name. | had
once thought myself talented, be-
lieved that the profession of writer
was open to me; but now am utterly
discouraged, beset on all sides with
obstacles-hedgcd in by doubts. III
health, failing ambition-bah have
no longer any ambition. At thirty |
am an intellectual wreck"
lie paced up and down the floor of
the pretty room which he designated
his "dcn"--a room whose walls were
lined with books, and everywhere in
dications of taste and refinement, AT
last, in sheer despair, he sat down and
wrote a letter. When it was finished,
he addressed it to Mrs. Augusta Story,
in far-of southern city.
For several years these two had cor
responded, meeting occasionally; and
each had found IN the other an ideal
companion. She was n writer of fic-
tion-a brave little woman, all alone
in the world. In Augusta Story. win
Summers had found his dream full
filled, of pure, true womanhood; to
him she was star of hope, the only
creature in the world who understood
him, and read him Alright.
To-day he had come across the little
poem which had so affected him that it
brought tears to the eyes of this man
worid-weary and sad, trying to make
himself believe in his own uselessness.
Yet all the time, within his breast, a
still, small voice was whispering of
hope-for him-for him. 1.-The spell
of this woman was over ALL"
She led him onward and upward.
Her hand pointed to the better world;
her example stirred all his higher ma
ture.
Ambition aroused within him; hope
awoke within his breast; and with
hope, the desire to make n name.
,.Jn 1.,rpad b,, lf,.in, % NJ, n yrbfyo,
For the soul OF her became part Of him"
win Summers took up the pen once
more. and slowly but surely lit is nee
essarily slow work, but that makes it
all the surer) he began to carve out
his own future His talents were de-
voted to doing good. His pen was
never dcfiled by an unlIind or cruel
asscrtion-no soothing at honor or up.
Brightness; not afraid to defend just
cause, no matter how unpopular it
might be. His name became the syn
Onyrn Of honor, and he was known as
the champion of all good causes.
- 4 want TO invent said tho F.end With a
smile,
weapon that's cowardly, fierce, and vllo,
For madmen and rogues to play with
More deadly, more brutal more cruel, more
keen,
Than dynamite dagger. iafernnl machine,
Or anything Christians Stay With
o I want 10 improve on the poisoned shaft,
On the hclltsh weapons OF heather craft
,' On Europe's most skilled invention
II must beat the bullet. outstab the knife,
Its wounds must torture, while lin1er5 life
Is there anything you can mentionT
Then he thought OF the scribes inhuman,
Who make OF gift that the gods might OWL
The dendlicst weapon the world has known
And stab both man and woman;
And the Fiend went straight TO his desk, arc
took
A weapon that lay by his blotting book.
And held IL above him. CRYING:
Here's the deadliest weapon that woundetl
meni
Can the devil improve on the poisoned pen
Said the Devil i dont mean :rylng'"
At last he was able to offer 10 the
woman he loved name which showr
brightly among the stars in the liter
airy galaxy. He had made up hi.
mind that life was empty and dreary
and utterly unlivablc without her. $,
he wrote few lines:
IL must see you," he said. ''If d.
not receive telegram from you, for
bidding me TO come, I will be Will
you in q week"
No telegram came; and a week late
he stood before Augusta Story, in th
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