The age-herald., 1899-07-09

that end, would seek to envelop the ac- counts, business and influence of one or more of the other existing banks.
 In this connection there are those who have noted the recent organization of the Trust Company of America with capital a - -s .s ory of any man a picture beautiful in which there is not a woman's face. There was never yet accomplished upon this planetla noble or a tender deed that some woman did not inspire. Child, maid, wo- man, sweetheart, wife, mother, daughter sister-con the register of every noble &C., ton known of the angels, and the face of one of these peeps out, laughing or weep ing, but ever an inspirationl So runs the pace of our life, and whosoever keeps not it he passes into the outer darkness that enwraps the souls of the unworthy.
 
 "There is no peaoe," the youth said be- ing quite unaware that there is never peace for any lover. q am unhappy" said he, as if he were stating a new fact in the prob- lem of mans life. Certainty and doubt perplex me-the certainty that am mad
 
 condition, so new to him, so old to many of us, and born of the eternal She, was too perplexing for his mind to deal with and so he came to the shrine of the briar-root pipe to have peace spoken for him. He loved her with an intensity that astonished himself, but appeared to be to her a mat ter of course. What her real sentiments were he did not know-even men of old ex- perience never are possessed of absolutely certain knowledge in such cases. Love would be tame if lovers were always cer- tain. My heart is like lead," declared the youth, but through all the time of unrest I smile as if no misgivings weighed me down." The man of the pipe bent his head at the utterance of supreme truth. "She doesn't comprehend that she might miss my love if it were taken from her. Yet she would" Ah, the wisdom of the young! A woman may give up man cheerfylfy; but the thought that some other woman will claim him raises riotous rebellion in her heart "She does not realize the sin cerity or the depth of my passion; thinks I am merely boy incapable of a love that lasts,' he spoke somewhat bitterly. An, youth-brave, patient, great-hearted boy! He shall come to know in the after time that the love of woman has no terrors and but few joys equal to those he is now ex- periencing. "Whether I win her, I shall go on loving as long as it is given me to love-" he declared with emphasis. And he meant it, and meaning it got an answering word of sympathy from the smoker of the pipe.
 Ah youth, trailing the clouds of glory that do gid lifes morn, and bearing the blush that mantles the cheek of innocent young years, loving, hoping, fearing, de- spairing and yet loving on whilst the flow CTS bloom and fade and men gather folly or lay up wisdom!
 'I love her, love her, love her!" he cried, and so saying he went into the night, leav- ing a lone watcher at the shrine of the pipe. She shall love him, good boy! Love like his begets it's kind, and the world rolls it's way lighter burdened because of lifted repining. Good men and women love to love- For them there can be no hate, no malice, no viciousness, no bearing of false- witness, no stopping to rancor. The youth shall know that love grows younger with the years. In the slippered ease of old age it is youngest In the heart of the old wo- man bent with years it buds and blossoms and is sweetest; in the soul Of the old man it is voiceful Of a dawn snpernal. It is Gods supreme gift of pain and rejoicing; for there was never yet a joy that did not spring from some subject of the empire of unrest. q think of thee when over the lea sweet nightingales sing their plaintive tales," is a message that goes from every human heart to some other human heart, and it girdles the earth with the golden way of love. So goes it to thee. my be- loved. The fire burns low in the pipe, the blue-crey smoke fails to thin mist in the yiewless air above the shrine; the lights are out; noise is hushed to silence; the shadows arc deep. and love laughs through the dreamful sleep of him who rests in the slumberland guarded of the gods.
 THE MURMURER. -