The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-12-04

to him than the most soulful melodies
of the great masters.
On this particular occasion Miss
Rossiter remembered that he had re
turned her rapt expression with one OF
anxiety, and had murmured tender!y:
what is it, darling? Are you sitting IL
draught?"
Oh, dear, it was always draught, OF
something equally annoying to her
She wondered If she could choose for
herself. what her ideal would be like.
She pictured to herself several types
of her own creation. finally wavering
between dreamy Burne Jones and a
hero of the Chevalier Bayard type, so
dear to most women. Somehow or
other Toms vigorous personality would
persist in mixing itself up with her
brain portraits until they were such
bad composite that in despair she gave
up the personal appearance OF her ideal.
mot that / care SO much for looks, :"
she said to herself, "but how pleasant It
would be to have lover who under
stood my every thought. who antici-
pated every wish, and who would know
what was about to say before the
words were formed, whose knowledge
was boundless, and whose soul should
be in touch with all that was good and
true and beautiful"
Oh, il she could but see such a one,
she thought to herself, how she could
unburden her soul to him.
Conversation would be a rapture, and
how ennobling, how elevating, life with
such one would be! Just at this point
in her reveries Miss Rossiter (who
rather prided herself upon her calm
ness under the most surprising and try
ing circumstances) gave sudden start
and exclamation. She rubbed her eyes,
and gave herself little pinch to see II
she could be dreaming. No, she was
wide awake, and in the easy chair near
her sat man, stranger to her. Strange
to say, she felt neither alarmed nor emf
and after the moment Of
surprise at this sudden visitation she
stole another look at her unexpected
who was gazing intentiy
into the fire.
He was rather tall and slender, and
his regular features and dark. dreamy
eyes were pleasant to look upon.
She had vague impression OF IA
miliarity as she watched him, and q
resemblance to some one, per-
haps a mere brain image, puzzled her.
Just then he turned toward her and
smiled slightly.
Il do not wonder that you like to sit
here" he said in courteous accents; lit
IS pleasant room and gratifies ones
.sthetic sense. You like to watch the
fire light glimmer through the room,
now playing upon the gilt Of the picture
frames, or suddenly lighting for mo-
ment some dusky corner; but, best of
all, you like to watch the warm glow
cap over that marble Psyche. You
have passion for color"
"Yes," she said, wonderingly; "but
how did you know? Who are your"
There is no thought of yours that I
10 not know" he said; land came
here in response to your wish. am
your longed-for kindred soul-your re-
allied ideal"
Miss Rossiter was silent for . mo-
ment and sat vainly trying to recall the
theories that Herr Gundlach had adj
yanced before the German club concern
ing kindred souls and affinities. If she
rightly he had said that
each soul had kindred soul, but that
there were limitations of
time and space which in another world
but just here the stranger interrupted
her thought by saying:
"eYs, that is true, but sometimes,
under peculiar conditions. as tonight,
time and space are as nothing and SO it
is that I am with You now"
He ceased speaking. Surely it was
the opportunity of Miss ROSTERS life
for unbounded soul revelations, but, odd
TO relate, she felt strangely silent.
A number of naturally curious ques-
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