Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1898-12-30

"Well, 90 on" she said, leaning closer
differently over the fields of the dead?
Do you know" she said in an awed,
childish way. II like him."
"All women like him." snapped DR..
Ericsson.
"Do they?"
''It's feminine instinct which moth
ing can kill to like the man who domi-
mates you-and who can do without
you?'
"Well, 60 on" she said, leaning
closer.
Women and their affairs" said DR..
Ericsson, lighting a cigar, "engage Da-
vid Temples thoughts very little. He
is not intolerant, he is simply indiffer-
emit, although most masculine in the
gentleness coming from q consciousness
OF his own strength. 1t seems to me as
if woman could never fill his many
sided life. There arc men born with the
love Of woman in their being, and it
grows with their growth. To possess it
too strenuously weakens character and
often perverts what should be revcr-
ence into a taste. To possess it with a
separateness from the other interests CT
life suggests the lack of some vital and
spiritual fiber. I've felt this with Da-
vid. If he ever marries, it will be be.
cause his intellect suggests it as wise
or because his physical nature is en-
shaved. The two will scarcely blend"
eyes, he suggests all you say. By
the way, who is Donald Sefain-his
ssepbrother?"
"Oh, have you seen him?"
"This afternoon. His face haunted
me all the way home.''
II see you have Vaudel's Desert
Monk on your shelf. You've read it.
The pictures arc Donald Sefain's. Fine,
aren't they? I half believe he made
them just to show what he could do,
and then from 'cussedness' flung down
his pen. He's done no serious work
SINCE"
"Do tell me about him." and Anne,
leaving the table, wheeled low arm.
chair to DR.. Ericsson S knee.
"It's bit of a story. Can you reach
me match? Thank you, my dear. This
is very cozy." He sat back and halt
closed his eyes. "When David Temple
was about Is, his father, as hard and
stern a man as ever lived, married q
Frenchwoman. widow with a boy Of
6. Some people know and a great many
suspect there never was Mr.. Sefain,
and the boy Donald was as surely John
Temples son as David, for whom he'd
have cut out his eyes: he loved him So
Well, Mrs. Sefain was beautiful WON
an, an adventures with the manners Of
a duchess. never saw her in bro
cade dress without thinking how well
she'd look Oh one Of those little pompa
dour fans, all covered with roses and
things. Donald is the picture of her.
think his eyes and smile-the latter toe
rare, God help him-would glorify 6
plain face into beauty. After five year.
of the most absolutely perfect MARTA
misery Donald's mother died, and hi
was left in old John Temples care. Il
was hard fate"
"Why? He didn't like him?"
Like him? He hated him as only ar
intolerant, conscientious man can hate
Donald was constant reproach to hin
and reminder of his married unhappi
ness. He never let David be friend!
with him, never You see, Donald
hadn't fair chance. He was lonely
little soul"
"Why didn't he set his teeth ant
make something of HIMSELF" said Anat
with the defiance Of a champion.
"Ah, that's what he should hav.
done exactly! But he didn't. Instead
at 90. after leaving John Temple
house he went from bad to worse. Hi:
face today bears scars Of the odds against
him. He's failure. | tried to get N n
him, but lie wouldn't let me he III:
friend 1t is one of his perversities tt
affect the poor and mingle with the III
fortunate Anything prosperous inspire.
@ morbid dislike in him; all that's Gle
formed, stunned; all that lies in shadow
finds favor in his sight. He's a strange
and silent creature, drinking feverishly,
cultivating his worst instincts, finding
an unreasonable satisfaction in Offering
himself as sacrifice to the disoont"''