New-York tribune., 1896-11-29

I'VE must take the world as we nno H. MISE
Poole. The street lamps are or greater se''i'e
to us than the stars.
"Oh. Mr.. Daynton" -. -
We'll you see am not an idealist' put very
ordinary parsonage. . . ,,
DO you take pleasure or prize III peii's ''''P''
like most other men,? -,
why? Am ! simply like other men
THAT, of course. | can't say. as,
you don't like men. do you. MISS iooie'
"Why do you ask me that?
II don't think YOU do.
Il never said SO. | never want 10 say So
simply don't understand tn"m' tnd' II "i''
you surprise me. -
Tell me- why do men run girls ana women
down for oeing unntellectual. ana theh IN tnef
next breath. say they dislike clever women me
DAYS Of chivalrv are dead. We are not 70 be
treated as knights of Old are supposed To nave
treated us. yet still YOU are jealous OF our pe'hs
anything bnt dependent upon you. lou l'.S' ~,
your hats to us still but IL is convention. not re-
spect and many among you would he dreadfully
annoyed if our presence Kept thefi. say, from
smoking These are little things. but III Ihe
great big ones IL Is the same. How cruelty sellsn
and unjust men are in having one code OF social
ethics for themselves and another for MS For
the Prodgal Son we kill the fatted calf the
Prodigal Daughter we may not know.
Cyril Daynton was surprised. He had wanted
nothing except pleasant means of Willing away
time In his companion he asked for prettiness
if possible. and in her talk he looked FOR trivah-
ties: but Fate had sent him Miss Poole and con-
yersaton about dealism. He glanced at his
companion: she was grave and evidently mad no
thought for him at the moment. AS ne looked AT
the earnest face he grew serious 100, anu aiter Il
pause he said:
learn the lessons such az you would teach You
see Miss Poole. are sometimes led 10 believe
that in our intercourse with you. In serious mat
ters nothing counts but money. and in the trfling
appearance and manners are more thousht OF
than heart and head. There is many a man. !
am sure who would aim at chivalrous ideals If
some woman would help him by giving encour-
agement and. when he had fought. would grant
the prize for which he had strivcn. her own
heart and take his In place.
Miss Poole did not know her companions habit
of saying exactly what he fancied would be
pleasant to his hearcr. She didn't know how h"
was striving to model his remarks on hers: she
only knew that his voice sounded constrained'
the words cam" slowly through the feeling which
almost kept them back. She could but notice,
when he assisted her over a stile n moment
later. that his eyes looked al her with "A tender
wistfulness. that there was a grave Difference
in his bearing and that his hand held hers Tor a
moment longer than there was reed or. And she
was almost silent for the rest Of the walk ana
during the entire evening.
Cyril asked his cousin that night about her
visitors history Then he partly UNDERSTOOD
Millicent, and his heart was full Of pity. He went
home and devised schemes Of enjoyment. ana
during the next three days he carried them out.
He did more. He said many things he did no.
mean. and told countless lies with his tender
Understanding eyes. and his voice attun"l to
order. with his handclasIs. even with his 81
lences For Miccnt those three days were a
dream Of delight The wealth for the time came
in unusual splcndor Beyond expression was the
charm of the river flowing gently between its
wooded banks. oh. the delight Of sauntering
slowly down the scented lanes through avenues
vaulted over 10y the nterlaccd branches of the
giant trees on. the exhilaration Of riding he
hind magnificent horses in carriage. III"
springs of which had surely been fashioned 10y
a genius, How sweet was the subtle peasur"
found i'm the old abbey. where happy laughter
ringing out seemed to bring down the corridors
Of Time faint echoes Of prayers and hymns
which in the distant had NDatel through
the silence ana the peace. and how impressiv"
the fairness and the sadness Of the crumbling
ruins bathed in the sunlit glory Of the living
day. yet wearing still the mantle woven 10y the
memories Of centuries long since dead Far of
seemed the northern town. go hid'ously com
monplace with It's awful squalor existing side
by side with It's wealth and commercial great
ness and farther Of still seemed that uncOn-
genial home where the father drank-to dull
the memories Of Darimoor p"rhaps-and the
brother cared only for the making OF money
and the spending ~ ii on himself. while Mill
cent was left in loneliness to think of the
mother who dead and Of tho sister who
had gone no one knew whittier
Millcent was happy. and slowly impercep-
tibly. through her happiness stole a new emo
tion Not until the evening Of the third day Of
It's existence did she know Its m'nring or its
strength. Then she knew that she loved him
That ne loved her seemed 10 y" IN. message of
his eyes and hand and countless little things
which now took shape and meaning they never
had before That night she faced-so she
thOught-the problem ~ her life. Rcsou'rly
and tcarl-ssly sh" solved II quietly she packed
her few belongings. aud on the following morn
ing badc hurried "gopdby" 10 Syhil nni
travelled HON" as fast as an express tram could
carry her. Not until the train stopped at tn"
dr"ary station sh" knew we'll did her lipE
CULVER or her eyes grow dim. She r-sout.lv
conquered her feelings. ana went home ia an
omnibus. to he told by her brother that hr was
glad that she had come. His succeeding re-
mark robbed his greeting ~ affection in giving
a reason for his gladness
THAT girl Jarr IL perfect Idiot. and tho
governor has been worse than ever" so his
greeting ended. Poor Millicrnt,