Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-03-14

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We must be prudent And we shall be,
now the wife II Chancellor of the Elk.
chequer. Still, we may have good
deal 10 fight against, which even love
will not shield us from. But after all,
Love Is bcstr"
SIS III Do you really think SO? For
me 1t Is; but you" she stopped.
1--WE are just ourselves-our own two
Selves said Roderlck, answering his
wlfe's words, and perhaps the unspok
en- thoughts OF BOTH I'VE shall have
to fight the world together, and alone;
but we will do It, never fear. You
shall help me, and | will help you-if
can. BY the way-if one dare name
such thing in the face of those glor-
ious hills-did your new kltchen-range
work well to.dayY
She laughed merrlly.
Eyes, everything Is beginning to
work well, after good deal Of trOu.
BILE"
81 know that, my darling. Anybody
less happy-minded thanyou would have
made Il mountain of misery out Of the
chaos | have brought you into. Poor
Cousin Silence! 1t could not have been
so in her lfetlme she was very dainty
and orderly, | believe; but she has
been dead more than year now"
Dear Cousin Sllence!'-with a sud
den pathos in her voice which struck
her husband, 81 think good deal of
Cousin Silence. 1t seems so strange
that we should be here-and so happy
we two. Did you know, Roderick,
that this was her favorite walk-this
terluce--hers and Cousin Henrys?'
cousin Henry--that must have been
my father"
Eyes, my father always called him
so. He used to speak of him some
times, not very often. have never
told you'--here her voice fell into the
tenderest whisper-".but I have some
times thought, if they all knew it, they
would be very glad that we two were
married. Because, as found out by
some letters had to look over after
mamma died, Cousin Silence ought to
have married Cousin Henry, if my
father had not come between them in
some cruel way. lie was very sorry
afterward--poor papa! but it was too
late, suppose And they are all dead
now, and we are here. Is 1t not
strange"
every strange Poor Cousin ST.
lence" Then with a sudden and mex
plicable revulslon of feeling Roderick
added: 1--WE will not talk of this any
more. You see, | am my mothers son.
She loved him dearly, and he was the
kindest of husbands to her-my poor
fathcrW
"And so was papa to mamma. But,
oh, R0derickv--and clinging to him
with sudden passionate impulse, she
burst into tears-"love is best-lOve Is
best! Oh, my God, thank Thee! Take
what Thou wilt from me, but leave me
this: let me never live to hear my hus-
band say that love was not bestw
Very soon young Mrs. Jardine," as
he was fond Of ealing her, put on her
wise face again, and both it and her
words often had curious wlsdom-nOt
worldly wisdom, but that wisdom
which has been characterized as COM
ing from God''--"lirst pure, and then
npaCenblp"
"There is Il saying, Roderick-you
read it out of the Bible this very morn
ing at Whatsoever thy hand
lindeth to do, do it with thy might.
That means, as it seems to me, at
least, do not go beating about the
bush, and veXing yourself with trying
after Il hundred things that you can
not do, but do something which you
can do. have been thinking of you
great deal, my husband, and one thing
has occurred to me. You are very
clever; you know you gave me a whole
heap Of MSS.-prose and poetry
which you wrote at college"
"When | was so foolish as to think
should be an author some day.
"Well, why not? All other profess
sions cost oceans of money, and years
Of labor. Authorship costs nothing but
pen, ink and paper"
"And a few brains, which you think
l have, my wife, but-query?'
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