The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-10-12

"Not that I care SO much Tor
lnnlss - che ;s sa;:. ts 80 1.uI ,oif, nut
how pleasant it would be to have a
lover who understood my every
thought, who anticipated every
wish, and who would know what I
was about to say before the words
were formed, whose knowledge was
boundless, and whose soul should
be in touch with all that was good
and true and beautiful"
Oh, if she could but see such q
one. she thought to herself, how
she could unburden her soul to him.
Conversation would be rapture,
and how ennObling, how elevating,
life with such one would be2 Just
at this point in her reveries Miss
Rossiter (who rather prided herself
upon her calmness under the most
surprising and trying circum-
stances) gave sudden start and cx-
clamation. She rubbed her eyes and
gave herself little pinch to see If
che could be dreaming. No, she was
wide awake, and in the easy chair
near her sat a man, a stranger to
her. Strange to say, she felt neither
alarmed nor embarrassed, and after
the moment of surprise at this sud-
den visitation she stole another look
at her unexpected companion, who
was gazing intently into the fire.
He was rather tall and slender,
and his regular features and dark,
dreamy eyes were pleasant to look
upon.
She had vague impression Of ia
miliarity as she watched him, and
a haunting resemblance to some
one, perhaps a mere brain image,
puzzled her.
just then he turned toward her
and smiled slightly.
II do not wonder that you like to
sit here" he said in courteous &C
cents. ut is q pleasant room and
gratifies ones aesthetic sense. You
love to watch the freight gimmer
through the room, now playing up
on the gilt Of the picture frames, or
suddenly lighting for q moment
some dusky corner; but, best Of all,
you like to watch the warm glow
leap over that marble Psyche. You
have passion for color.''
YES" she said wonderingly,
"but how did you know9 Who are
you2"
There is no thought of yours
that I do not know" he said, "and
I came here in response to your
wish. I I'm your longed for kindred
eoul-your realized ideal"
Miss Rossiter was silent for mo-
ment and sat vainly trying to recall
the theories that Herr Gundlach
had advanced before the German
club concerning kindred souls, and
afinities. IF she remembered right
ly, he had said that each soul had a
kindred soul, but that sometimes
there were limitations of time and
space which in another world-but
just here the stranger interrupted
her thoughts by saying:
Eyes, that is true. But sometimes,
under peculiar conditions, as to-
night, .tiae and space are as moth
ing. And SO it is that am with you
now"
He ceased speaking. Surely il was
the opportunity Of Miss Rossiter's
life for unbounded soul revelations;
but, odd to relate, she felt strange
ly silent.
"A number OF naturally cur;cus
questions fitted through her brain,
but she checked her thoughts a lit
tie gniltily, as it occurred to her
that IN all probability the stranger
was cognizant of her thoughts and
might consider her inquisitive.
mo-" he remarked politely, ST
am not permitted to reveal the laws
which govern me, nor can tell how
long may be able to remain with
YOU"
+ Then he really did know what she
was thinking.
She had never imagined how very
,perplexing it would be to constant
ly control ones thoughts-to put a
check rein on them, to quote Tom 8
language.
| She turned q little uneasily in her
chair, and in doing 80 Inadvertently
,-c:!. S-. &c &c !o:. !.Go 1:;:+:!y clipper.
ed feet.
Now, Tom had a special weakness
for q dainty slipper, as she well
| knew, and, forgetting for moment
/ that it was not Tom who sat there,
she looked up in apparent uncon-
sciousness OF any little feminine art,
only to meet an amused smile in the
strangers eyes.
Eyes, most men like to see pret-
ty clipper" he commented benevo-