The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-09-07

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that enables them TO endure the extreme
OF penury rather than to betray their neeo.
This trait is inimitably brought out in the
case of Jerome's mother when she accepts
a bird from q hunters gamebag only
when II is made clear that IL IS offered only
because the neighbor has more than MS
family can use, and not because he has a
suspicion that food is needed. 1t Is pride
that animates Jerome. that makes him de-
termine TO pay his fathers debts without
help that keeps him at the hardest work
for years and that finally leads him 10 with
draw from the society OF his beloved Lu~
Gina because he cannot come to her with a
full purse. One of the prettiest scenes In
the book is where fair, sweet, modest Luz
Gina, unable TO understand the dlscontin-
offended him. seeks him out. On a Sunday
afternoon she walks across the meadow and
into the woods with the vague hope of meet
ing Jerome and finds him asleep under a
tree. "Lucina, her body bent aloof with an
tndescribable pose of delicacy and the inn
pulse of flight, yet looked at her sleeping
lover until her whole heart seemed to feed
itself through her eyes. AS she looked at
him her remembrance of old days so deep
ened and intensified that they seemed to
close upon the present ana the future Love,
even when it has apparently no past is at
once memory and a revelation. Luc1na
saw the little lover of her innocent childish
dreams asleep there, she saw the poor boy
who had gone hungry and barefoot, she
saw the young man familiar in the strange
ness of the future. And more than that,
Lucina, who had hitherto shown fully 10
her awakening heart only her thought of
Jerome, having never dared to look at him
and love him at the same time, now gazed
boldly at him asleep, and a sense of a great
mystery came over her. In Jerome she
seemed to see herself also, the unity of the
man and woman in love dawned upon her
maiden imagination. She felt as If Jeromes
hands We're her hands, his breath hers.
I never knew he looked like me before she
thought with awe. Then suddenly Jerome.
with no stir of awakening opened his eyes
and looked at her. Often, on arousing from
a deep sleep one has a sense of calm and
WOnnpTIaGG 0hCpPV9finn a n.
Jerome looked for a moment at Lucina
with no surprise. In a new world all things
may be, and impossibilties become COM
monplaces. Then he sprang up and went
bling voice."
"Lucina looked at him piteously. She
wanted to run away, but her limbs trem-
bled, her little hands twitched in the folds
of her muslin skirt jerome saw her trem-
face, even her sweet throat ard her arms,
under her thin sleeves He knew, w. h
sudden leap Of tenderness which -, would l
was there. She had wanted to see him so,
the dear child, the fair, wonderful lady,
that she had come through the heat of this
burning afternoon stealing away alone
from all her friends, and even from her
own decorous self, for his sake: He pointed
to the clear place under the pine where he
had been lying. Shall we sit down there a
minute?' he stammered
!" L think HAD better CO. said Lucina
family, with the quick impulse of maiden
hood to flee from that which it has sought.
Only a few minutes-I have something
to tell you
.'They sat down. Lucina with her back
against the pine tree, Jerome at her side.
He opened his mouth as if to speak. but in
stead it widened into a Vacuous smile He
look at Lucina and she at him. then he
came closer to her and took her in his
arms
'.Neither of them spoke Lucina hid her
face on his breast and he held her so,
looking out over her fair head at the wood.
His mouth was shut hard. his eyes were
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pected some enemy forth of the trees to
tear his love from him. For the first time
in his life he realized the full might of his
own natural self He felt as if he could
trample upon the needs of the whole world,
and the light of his own soul. to gain this
first sweet of existence, whose fragrance
1.-The strongest realization of his own ma
ture hitherto, that of the outstretching
with the insensate greed of creation for
himself. He held Lucina closer, and bent
his head down over hers. Then she turned
her face a little. and their lips met.
"Lucina had never since her childhood
kissed any man but her father, and as for
Jerome he had held such things with
of them, and the shock of such deep mean
ing caused them to start apart, as II with
head. and even pushed Jerome away gent
ly, and he loosened his hold and stood up
before her, all pale and trembling.
=" You must forgive me-I-forgot my
self he said. with quick gasps for breath.
i won't-sit-down there again. Then he
went on, speaking fast. I have been wait
ing to tell you that there was no chance
/ could not come to see you any longer.
l could rot. ! thought a man could go to
see a woman when he was in love with her,
and could bear it when the love was all on
his side, and there was nO--chance of mar
riage. l thought could bear it if it pleased
you butt didn't know itcwould be like
this I was never in love and did not know.
I could think of nothing but wanting you.
It was spelling me for everything else: If
oaoa I ChOnT6 he n
come. | could not come any longer Jer-
ONE looked down at Iucina with an air of
stern. yet wistful argument She sat be-
fore him with downcast, pale and sober
face, then she rose and all the girlish ir-
resolution and shame dropped from her and
left for moment the woman in her UNI
yelled.
= love you as much as you love me-
she said. simply"
troubles, but, contrary to her usual Gus
TOM Miss wilkins permits the tale to lend
well'' and so pleases the great majority OF
her readers 1t must be acknowledged that
there is something of a stage. effect in
features of this commemorative sudden
softening of DR. Prescott's heart, for ex-
ample and In the two requests made by
John Lawson, but on the whole the story
is strong and artistic and worthy addi-
ton to the growing list of good American
novels 1t is published by Harper Brothers,
New York.
The Army Mule.
A gayly-bound volume entitled THE
Army Mule" comes from the Bowen
Merrill Company, Indianapolis which
house, by the way, is widely extending its
book publishing business. The volume,
which is made up of a number of humorous
war sketches, is by Capt. Henry A. Castle,
formerly owner and editor of the-St. Paul
Dispatch, and now general auditor of the
Postofice Department. No one save
man who had served as a volunteer SOL
der and endured the varied experiences of