Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-11-01

There was no applause to this; com
plete and fearful silence retgned when
he finished and stepped quietly down
among his friends, where Sir Lionel
gently rebuked him for playing so
cruelty on their feelings, and added,
AS | said to Ingram yesterday, such
voice and manner would sway the
House." and every one was relieved
when the choir struck up. "All among
the Barley"
Lillian was among the few who did
not give way to tears during the re-
cital of Hoods pathetic little poem
though Everard. who lowered near her
all the evening. observed that her
large. soft gray eyes We're dewy Wet
as was their wont when she was
moved, and her face reflected all the
changes on her brothers. 1t was not
easy to get very close to Lillian, be-
cause she was fenced in as ii were,
by little ring of children, who chung
to her skirts. and laid their cheeks
against her beautiful. slender hands.
and were perfectly happy with the
priv tleSt Oh touching upT.
II do not think" she said. while
returning to the rectory through the
frosty moonlight with Eyerard that
CYRIL is further off from heaven than
when he was boy. Indeed. 1t seems
to me that one must grow nearer to
it with every day of life. unless one
deliberately turns from It,"
You are speaking from your own
experience" replied Henry. MEN are
different To go through early man
hood is to be drawn over a morass Of
temptation, into which. with the best
Intentions most men sink occasional
ly."
mot men like Cyril, Henry. He is
so slightly weighted with flesh that he
would skim dry-footed over the most
quaking quagmire. know every
thought in Cyril's heart
Everard was half inclined to in
dorse this opinion Of Cyril. lie rccog-
nized in his friends character GER
tain feminine element, that ewig Webb
ltche which Goethe pronounccS the
saving ingredient in human nature.
The protecting tenderness with which
he loved the bright, gentle boy, two
years his junior and less robust than
himself, still lived in his deep affec-
ton for the piouS and intellectual
Young priest CyriIs feelings were sa-
cred to him as woman'S; he feared
n ~ h1nn,n hy hn rsNh
illusions to the bare facts of life He
was one of the twins. both of whom
were objects of his lifelong tender
ness. And Cyril had his moods. like
Il woman-a popularity not without
fascination for Everard'S more thor
oughly masculine mind
\ soft mood was on Cyril that night.
He Knocked on Everad'S door after
every one had retired for the night.
and drew chair to his side by the
fire, before which the doctor was
smoking, and. investing himself in one
of Everard's coats, lighted a pipe of
his own.
THE GOODNESS with which the fell
J..
1T is no matter if your coats smell
of tobacco" replied Cyril, TRANQUILITY;
II smoke so seldom that | have no
smoking coats. Tonight am restless"
why so pale and wan, fond lover
laughed Everard. Because Marion is
| suppose"
You may laugh Henry. but feel
more than lost without her. am
helpless, separated from the best in.
tluence of my life
You are a slave to your feelings;
learn to master them
1T is true" replied Cyril you are
the best and wiseSt friend ever man
had. | never regretted doing any
thing you advised. | shall always be
grateful TO you for making me read
up for mathematical honors | needed
that discipline to steady me. | have
now and again 1t flashes upon me
that what | take for granted Is OF
superior worth. How selfish | was
about letting Marion join you in the
Mediterranean. You little dream how
] suffered for that. Well. without you
Marion and would have been parted
forever"
without Lillian"
You and Lillian together. How self
ish and weak I was! and the harm
that came from it,
oh come, Its all right now; a for
gotten story"
There arc things that can never be
forgotten sighed Cyril, with the pa.
thetic intonation that had broken PEG
pies hearts in the evening ITO give
way to a sin only one sin is like let.
ting a little water through dixie 4
child may begin r. but once begun.
he terrible consequences sweep end
lessly on. very food Of ihiquity. |
suppose there Is nothing which has
the power Of multiplying itself like
sin One hideous consequence heg"fs
4 hundred more hideous" continued
Cyril. staring modify s the fire while
his pipe lay extinct and neglected bY'
btg utIn