The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-12-28

the course of time. marry sturdy rus
tic who would help work the old farm
kon shares. But the Inevitable impossi-
bility Of such a destiny soon became
manifest to this girl Of great powers
and even greater ambitions. For
months she fought in silence to bring
herself down to compliance with the
parental wish: She. in her way, loved
her crude old father. but even that love,
deep and passionate though it was.
could not obscure the truth that she and
the limited horizon of the farm career
were elementally incompatible. Very
touching is the scene wherein she shat
ters John butchers modest ideal:
His heart was big with pride and affec-
tion when this splendid girl came over and
put her arms about his neck, and put her
forehead down on his shoulder.
20 papa John,you're SO good to me-Fm
ashamed-I don't deserve this new house" !"
20 yes y do, daughter" His voice when
ne said "daughter' always made her cry,
It was deep and tender like the music of
water. 1t stood for him in the place of
dear" and darling" and he very. very
seldom spoke it. All this made it harder
for her to go on.
stay here-I can't stay here now!'
why not. Rose?"
20 because it's so lonesome for me.
There is nobody for me to talk to" (she
" use plTuseS ne cOulu unuerStanu)
"and want to go on with my studies.''
John considered u moment.
"But Rosie, seems to me you've got
enough; you're graduated
Rose saw the hOpelessnesS of making
him understand that, so she went back.
IT'S so Lonesome for me here, papa
John
He considered again. II 'spose it is.
Well, you can go to the Siding every day
II you, want to. Hitch up old Doll every
day"
II don't care for the Siding; it's Just as
lonesome there for me. l want to go IL
Chicago"
John grew rigid; Chicago! What you
II want to study pappa. l want to so
on with my work. III come home sum
iners just the same, I'll come home Christ
mas If you want me to. 1t won't cost
much, I'll live just as cheap as ! can
"'Tain't that, tain't that. Rose" he
said. Then he lifted his head and looked
She read his thought and the tears came
to her eyes in binding rush
II know. papa. IT'S terrible to so now,
when you've built this nice nome for me,
I'd get used to it. but 1t gets worse,
can't stay here this winter. You must let
me go. I'll go crazy If stay here all win
ter. l must go out into the world. | want
to be an artist. l want to see great peo-
Pile. I can't stay here. pappa John"
The terrible earnestness of every SEN
tence stabbed John butchers heart like
poniard thrust. He put her away and
rose stifiiy.
well. well. Rosie. If you want to GO
He did not finish, but turned trembling
ly and walked out. She remained on the
floor near his chair and watched him go,
her heart sick with wretchedness Why
was the world so ordered? Why must she
torture that beautiful, simple soul? Why
was II that all her high thoughts her
dreams, her ambitions, her lonsings,
seemed to carry her further away from
him?
Alone, in the meadow. among the
bees. John butcher wrestled with his
trouble.
1t was the btterest moment OF his life.
His eyes were opened to his fate; he saw
what he had done: he had educated his
daughter out OF his world Never again
would she be content In the cool,y beside
him. He saw how foolish he had been all
these years, to suppose he could educate
and keep her. For a moment he famed
with resentment and said to himself:
81 wish she had never seen II book"
Then he grew tender. He saw her agnin
In her little blue apron with its uockets full
of whcat-he saw her blowing hair, her
sunny face; he heard again the wind
tossed chatter of her cunning lips. He ran
swiftly over her development-how tall
she had grown and how splendid she was
now. the handsomest girl in the coolly,
and he softensd. She was right.
So he rose to n conception which had
never come to him before. and even now 1t
was formlessly vast; he felt the power of
the outside world. and reached to n divina-
tion of the fatality OF it all. 1t had to be.
for 1t was a part Of progress, lie was old
and bent and drll She was young. glo-
rio,,sly young. The OLD must Give way to
the young. She was queen and he was
subject.