The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1896-08-21
CHAPTER H.--(CoNTrNuEp.,

nothing else for eight years-dreams
of home, and love, and appreciation; OF
liberty to speak out what she had
never lisped since her mother died, and
of being once again, joyously and with
out reserve herself. There are no
harder specters to lay than these same
dreams. Memories, however dear and
sacred, are more easily forgotten or |
dismissed, or smothered by the growth i
well now, it was for a lifetime. "a
lifetime" she repeated. shivering with
sick chill, and crouching lower over
the register. Maybe ten, maybe
twenty-who knows but forty years? 1t
is tedious slumber of ones heart, and
a loveless marriage is a loathsome sep
ulcher for ones better and real self. A
lifetime and l can have but one! But
one! If this step should be ruin and
misery, there can be no redemption
this side OF the grave. His grave, per-
haps-just as probably miner
Tonight this very hour, she must
resist the glittering temptation to fore
swear her womanhood, or murder, with
her own hand, the dear visions that had
come to be more to her than reality The
winter twilight had fallen early. 1t was
the season best loved by her dream
visitors. She had not lied in declaring
TO her inquisitor that she had never
been in love. but she confessed
that she had equivocated as
the shadowy figure of her
ideal lover stood beside her in the
friendly gloom. Mrs. Romano would
have questioned her sanity had she
guessed how the girl had sobbed her
griefs into quiet upon his bosom, how
talked lowly but audibly to him of her
love and the comfort his presence
brought. She had never looked into
his face, but she should know him in
an instant should they two ever meet
in the flesh, as they did now daily in
spirit. Somewhere in the dim and
blessed future he was waiting for her,
and she had borrowed patience from
the hope. She was to be his wife-the
mother Of children as unlike the prodi-
gies of repression that lined two sides
of her brothers table as cherubs to
puppets. She welcomed them to her
arms in these twilight frances. They
lolled upon her knees, slept in her en-
brace, strained eager arms about her
neck, dappled her cheek with their
kisses. Unsubstantial possessions
these, but cherished as types of good
things to come. Other women had such
riches-women with faces less fair and
affections less ardent than hers. If
the Great Father was good and merci-
full, and the Rewarder of them who put
their trust in Him, true and loving
parent, who rejoiced in the happiness
of His creatures-all these must be
hers at last. If she resigned them now
it was a final separation.
and / can have but one lifetime"
she moaned again. Thwarted and fruit
less thus far, but still all she had.
The one idea required to her with the
persistency Of presentiment. The life
which God had given, the heart He had
endowed! .
eff some one, stronger and wiser than
L.
decision from my soul, would hedge me
in on the right and left, / would go
forward. AS it is, l dare not! l dare
not! She sobbed and wrung her hands
. in the agonies of irresolution. !.
You told Constance about the tele-
gram ?" 1t was her brother speaking in
the library below. The sound arose
plainly through the open register.
II did. But regret to say that she is
not yet in the frame of mind We could
wish her to carry to the Interview with
Mr.. Withers," said Mrs. Romano. She
always expressed herself with DELHI
crate precision even in conjugal tete-
a-tete. 90
"No?" Constance heard the rustic OF
the evening paper as Charles laid il
down, and the creak of his chair as he
confronted his wife. What is the mat.
teri"
Some overstrained ideas Of the beau.
ty and propriety of reciprocal devotion
I believe. She looks for hero in q
husband, and Mr.. Withers has nothing
heroic in his appearance or compost
ton"
"He is worth more than half mil.
lion, all accumulated by his own tai
ents and industry" returned Mr.. Ro
maine. Constance cannot be such ar
egregious simpleton as not to perceive
the manifest advantages of this connec
tion to her. have never complained o.
the burden of her maintenance, but
have often wondered her own sense o.
justice and expediency did not urge hel
to put forth some effort at self-sup
port. There is but one way in which
she can do this. She is not sufficiently
thorough in any branch of literature
or any accomplishment, to become 6
successful teacher. In the event of my
death or failure in business she would
be driven to the humiliating resourc,
of taking in sewing for livelihood, Of
to seek the more degrading position o
a saleswoman in store. Her futur,
has been a source of much and anxious
thought with me. This marriage