Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-10-07

crosses in every work? Might not there
be heavier crosses than her fathers
unjust treatment to bear in the life
she had marked out?
The boys came scurying in from
their play, heated and hungry. Aldena
followed with the tea, and lastly came
Mr.. Powers, dropping heavily into his
chair T'ra looked at him with new
interest. What was his life? Work
all day, and a Homecoming for lit
tie rest at night What was it for? To
provide a home Tor his family What
thanks did he receive?
That night in her own room, Lima
said to the girl in the mirror, her only
COMPLIANT, Almost | an persuaded"
She sat along tine with her hands
clasped behind her head thinking.
And lastly she THOUGHT of Aldena's
sigh and Aldena's eyes,
Now, am / doing my duty or flying
IT," she questioned in a great per-
riexity. And the girl H. the mirror
could not tell her.
The following morning, when Mr.,
Powers rose from the breakfast table,
he put his hand in his pocket and
drew out some loose Hills 81 suppose
| | must help you out little; you will
want lot Of new FILINGS If you are
going away. Gew-gaws ard fol-derols
are all girl thinks Of"
81 don't care for it. thank you"
said Lima, coldly, all the old rebellion
| .;c ;rr hoe mfg fafh =,
words.
"All right, all the better for me"
! Mr.. Powers put the money back in his
/ pocket and walked heavily out of the
room.
Lima could not know how kindly he
had meant this offer nor how much
heavier his feet were for the disap-
pointment of it. His uncounth manners
raised a perpetual barrier between him
and his daughter. He knew it and he
could not help it. The greater efforts
he made to be kind, the more disas-
trous were the results.
1t was a lost cause. Let her 60"
said Lawyer Millet to himself, per.
haps the only cure is in her going"
II wish you success, and happiness
he said next day when he babe Lima
good-by
when you wish me success, you
have wished me happiness" she said
~ Il II y
A pretty attic studio, an easel with
an oil-painting on 1t; n rather crude
and an ambitious painting; a dropping
figure, a woman's figure, with it's arm
on the back of the chair, and its
head on its arm, before the easel. In
the woman's hand is letter she has
evidently been reading.
Kindly shadows steal into the room
and noiselessly drive out the garish
day with its searching light. Silently
they glide from chair corners and
hover about her like wreaths of absent
loved ones.
The woman does not heed the knock
d. the door There are so many knocks
at doors and so many feet always go
ing and coming
The latch is turned and some one
enters. But not until voice calls
her name does the figure start up and
lCol about her.
'Iina!"
MI Milet! This-is-uneXpected."
Yves; as | was in the city, and so
near you I thought I would look in.
would not dare present myself to the
Powers family without recommends
lions from you"
Was it the shadows gave Lina's face
that wistful look?
She turned to the picture on the
easel and faced it to the wall. My
latest failure" she said quite com
n, sedly, then looked into her visitors
face with sad attempt ut smile.
"I'm convinced after these two years
of hard work that am not an artist y
You are an artist, Lima, a house
hold artist. think it is being what
we are meant to be, and not what we
are not meant to be that brings sue
cess
Iina's head dropped little, but she
did not speak.
is 1t grander thi"" and a happier
lnlnS To l)all( PICTURES lbI lnc "cl w
than for home? The world that pauses
u moment. smiles and praises and
passes on, while the home pictures
are II perpetual delight to the dear
cnes there. There's not room there
that YOU have not made Il picture OF
and every bit Of work you put your
hand to is made to seem beautiful.
Lima. come home!"
still no answer came. Was 1t the
twilight shadows that stole over lin
COLI Millet's face as he watched the
drooping head?
"rhey need YOU" he said gently,
moving step nearer and resting a
hand lightly on her shoulder. I'VE all
need you; home is not home without
you"
Lima raised her head and locked
about the room. "Oh, I can't go!" she
said with an indrawn breath please
don't talk to me-
"Lina-can it be there is so much
mora honninecS in working for things