Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1896-06-25
Saint Maru's Beacon
4 FOREST ORCHID.
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sc0rn. Il know what y0n THINK.
You think we are clods. You think
we are in gro0re I Let me tell
You that you are in groove, too
q groove 30 narrow and 30 deep that
you'll never get ont You have
no joy in nature; you have no Joy
in yourself You have no Joy in
God You look at flower or a
weed, and you say it 10 beautiful or
ugly as you think; you look at q
noble animal, or q great forest, or
q scarlet sunset, and you see moth
ing but the thing ITSELF You do
not see God in anything you have
no religion. You belong to some
church, probably, because your fa-
Their does, or you mother does, or
Jour great-grandmother did before
you were born, and If you were
asked what you believe, or what
your church believes, you couldn't
tell. Glider WINGED. 'You have
no JOY in yourself went on the
girl passionately. You can't be
alone an hour without being bored.
You have to be amused--like q
child r
She sprang lR6ths steps but Gil
der caught her hand and held IL,
compelling her to turn. She look
ep down on him under frowning
brows. Her face glowed her eyes
famed with O blue fire. She was
most beautiful.
Glider smiled at her with that
tenderness that comes to o mans
face when he is beginning to lore
unconsciously. You're q bigot,
he said, thrilling deliciously as her
hand struggled to release itself.
You ara very, very ter pie, and I
am afraid Of you.'
Then he let her 20. She gave
him Q fierce look and flashed into
the house. He went away, still
smiling. She's perfect now he
said. THAT little squirt Of temper
has made her perfect
Mrs. Sumas Brown came into the
dining-room and sat down. She
was beating butter and sugar to-
gether. Sidonie was arranging the
table for dinner.
Fer PHYS sake 2 exclaimed her
mother. what q little dab o.
pickles IS that all yuh're a-goin'
to put on? 'Sh-h-h There goes
Mis- Goshen Brown by. / wonder
what ails FER. She looked in here
sour . swill. / guess she's lost o
boarder, an q lookin' in here to
see 4 we've got him.
1t was September. Glider had
not only endnred three months in
the heart Of a Washington forest,
but had found them to be the hap
piest months of his life. He was in
love with Sidonie.
Constance was his cousin, and
she had promised to marry him.
1t was a kind Of family arrange
ment. They had mild, comfor.
table affection for each other-most
comfortable. Glider, for instance,
had never felt murder in his heart
while watching Constance waltzing
in the arms Of some other man.
That is the surest test Of love.
When man can be Indifferent to
that, either his love or his nature is
OF the milk-and.water sort. Gil
der, considering Waiting bore,
was grateful to every man who took
Constance of his hands at ball.
He went to see her regularly; and
kissed her dutifullY, with much
calmness and q certain pleasure.
She was pretty woman, dainty
and patrician. But all her kisses
distilled into one kiss could not
have sent the delicious fire rolling
along his veins like one touch OF
Sidonie's small, firm hand.
When he had left Boston to make
his fortune in cedar shingles there
had been the understanding between
them that he was to remain q year
and then return and marry Con-
stance, and he was absolutely sure
that she was the kind Of girl to hold
him to his promise.
Now he knew what love was. On
Puget Sound the summer nights are
long, purple twiights that soon af-
ter midnight silver into dawn. At
one o'clock the birds utter their
first drowsy notes, aud dawn is felt,
rather than seen, coming up the
east. Night after night, as the