The record-union., 1898-05-01

marriage gives a woman, and to those
through the portals of marriage into
the inner temple wherein are held the
mysteries of life, her manner was both
plying and knowing. AS soon as the
only brother finished his education and
got situation he, too, found a mate.
His girl baby he named Lena, after
her, and Thanksgiving and Christmas
she took dinner with him.
Then for some years only Lila, who
fwas not much more than a baby when
her mother died, and she We're togeth-
er. Now she was gone-gone like the
rest. Was it any wonder that the
woman's heart overflowed, or that sad,
bitter memories stirred her soul to it's
very depths.
After the others had gone and only
Lila and she were left, she planned her
self another future, so different from
that one planned with another that
summer of long ago. A future that
Lila, who was showing marked artistic
ability, would share with her. For Lila
was to be an artist, and with her love. of
painting she might never love man.
so she would always live with her.
How the woman had denied herself
every little luxury in order to give her
every advantage, and just as she
thought her hope was to be realized
she went the way of others; and the
home in the country with it's orchard
and flowers and green fields would
never be hers now. For, although she
was tired of the glare and rush of the
city, she had no heart to begin a new
manner of life alone
How truly Frank, Gerun's, words had
come to pass. When they want to
marry they won't consider nor consult
you in the matter" and neither had
they.
Absorbed in her new happiness but
little feeling or gratitude showed itself
in Lila's good-by to the sister who had
been to her as mother; and although
waste of waters would lie between
them in the future, hardly "a, ear dim
med her eye.
You will come out sometime to Hon
olulu, Lena, and make me a long yisit
The change will do you good. You can
do it If you want TO, for you won't
have SO much on your shoulders now
with me gone. This youth" and she
nestled up closer to her husbands side
with IL light joyous laugh as she spoke.
has the job now of taking care Of
me-; and thus was the care of a life
rewarded
with a somewhat bitter smile the
woman reflected that not one of them
had asked her to share his or her home.
The woman was only human, and she
had given much
The shadows of evening crept softly
NJ h.
of summer was in the air, heavy laden
with odors Of the sea and fragrant with
the perfume of fields and woods some
where in the garden a cricket sang his
merry song; pair of linnets, that had
made their nest in an acacia tree by
the window. and were raising a family
there. were noisily futtering around
their little brood, something having
! disturbed them. One by one the sounds
of day were hushed in the arms of
night; still the woman sat there neither.
seeing nor hearing the life around her,
for her mind was busy with the past.
As she thought 1T all over, she asked
herself the question. that il she had
her life to live over again. and knowing
what she did now, would she do as
she had done? Yes, just the same; for
the consciousness of duty done was
hers. All the battles of life are not
fought to the sound of drums, nor roar
of musketry. and waving of flags:
, neither are it's heroes names always
on the roll call
Such lives as hers are, like hidden
springs; their existence is only known
by the verdure around them
Greater love hath no man than this.
that a man giveth up his life for his
friends.
And truly she had given hers.