The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-09-27
Because of Ideals.

Hnere the vicar mad been d1ScourSing eIo-
quently on the social equality Of man.
The girl looked up at the sky. opened
her umbrella, and said, Yes"
You think he was right?" The man
nodded his head in the direction of the
building they had just left.
Not at ALL said she, with little toss
of her head. At think ne was all wrong
in general
But in PARTICULAR
you and I have nothing to do with
particulars she remarked. kicking away
a stone which lay in her path
I'VE are particulars"-brfefy.
mo, we are not" retorted the girl.
I'VE are most decidedly generals. Ny
father is General Carwithen, my grand
father was General Carwithen; your
father is-a general dealer" This lat
ter was said under her breath
The man did not contradict her; he
merely asked her if it made any differ
ence to themselves
81 think we are, and always shall be-
as far apart as those two stars" she
said, sadly.
II am nearly home. now" she said, at
ter a little silence You had better not
come any farther. Good night"
The man apparently did not see the
hand she held out. He said goodnight
| iaconically, but he turned and watched
her until she was out of sight.
Once home, she flung herself on the
bed in an agony of despair. The man
! found his friend awaiting him on his door
step.
''Hulloa! You look a bit down in the
mouth, Needham. I knew this business
wouldn't work satisfactorily he said.
tits working splendidly," answered the
other.
Then, what is it?' asked his friend
Randall Needham gave little laugh and
! shrugged his shoulders. THE tale Is as
old as the hills, Arthur he said. ST
am in love-
'Phewr' calculated his friend.
80, it's all right said Needham. ''She
is perfect lady" Arthur glanced round
his friends study. VioIins and bows ga
lore Uttered the room; music was the
dominating passion of the mans life.
''She doesn't know?" he asked.
mot she!'' answered Needham. "She
| thinks my father is a general dealer in
only heaven knows what! But I'll make
her own she loves me before she does
know. No one here has ever guessed my
story. I am a poor violin teacher, pure
and simple
Not so simple either" Grosvenor
laughed.
The two men had brought out their
pipes and sat putting away at them to
their hearts content
Look here, 1 met and old woman
| know in the street today" went on Gros-
venor. 81 told her 1 was staying with
| you, and she asked me to dine there;
she turned up her lofty nose with scorn
at the bare idea of you joining her select
party at table. No one is good enough
for Mrs Ranter: she has her precious
girls future to think of, and you are
not an eligible"
"Ranter! echoed Needham; why
that's the name of my best pupils moth
er. Are you going?"
'Is thy servant dog?" returned Gros-
venor
Mrs. Ranter is one Of the most arrant
humbugs on the face of this earth. Moth
ing short of a title is worth anything
to her" said Needham.
80, I know her." returned the other.
ST think she would sell her soul for posi-
ton"
IF she had one" added Needham, and
they both laughed.
How did that general dealer idea get
| about?" asked Grosvenor. He had stop
ped smoking to refill his pipe.
80, I don't knowi" answered the other.
'I expect Mrs. Ranter Is at the bottom
of it, and I haven't contradicted it be-
cause it served my purpose we'll"
Needham paused in the act of putting
some coal on the fire. "I have always
had my ideals" he said. Zone of them
was to be loved and married for myself
alone. My father being out in Canada
made It easy for me to sink my identity.
And I've had an ideal existence, too" he
added. IT'S rather fun to be snubbed
when you know 1t is unnecessary"
The next morning Randall Needham was
coming back from giving a lesson when
he saw Cecil Carwithen in front of him.
She was carrying her violin case, and
looked white and tired.
you must let me have that" he said.
masterfully pointing to the case. 'And
now tell me why you are looking so pale
this morning"
"A slight flush mounted to her brow.
II am tired she said. briefly.
THAT isn't ALL he replied.
At this moment Mrs Ranter bore down
upon them She cut the girl, bowed icily
TO Needham. It would not do for her to
offend him, Kate was beginning to play
the violin so we'll under his careful tut
ton.
Cecil said the man, possessing him
self of her hand you know love you,
dear. Couldn't you make up your mind
to marry me some day?''
ITS no use" she said, sadly. my par
ents would never consent
20, yes, they would!'-in a triumphant
tone
"Our lives live in different directions, -
objected the girl.
But L make enough to keep you,"
urged Needham. you need never do a
stroke Of work And 7 am not common
nor vulgar, whatever my father may be
Cecil, say you love me"
The girl looked at him, and he read the
answer in her brown eyes. Then she seiz-
ed her violin out of his hand and fed
leaving him staring stupidity after her
! with whole world of Joy on his face.
For the next week neither Of them saw
each other Randall Needham went away
suddenly the day after, and staid away
to the surprise of his pupils (for Il wa:
term time) and the righteous indigna
ton OF Mrs Ranter. But what could
one expect of a man like that?" she
whispered confidentially 10 her bosom
friend. a lady whose great niece hsC
) married the great nephew of a Baronet.
Needham came back the day after thi,
charitable remark had been made. HI
was IN deep mourning. and his first visi
was to General Carwithen- Cecil wa.
I nthe garden. and thither he wendell hii
way after the interview vas over.
y have come 70 claim you" he said
What has made father consent?" ask
&c the girl. The tones Of her voice wer.
. tncredulOus.
y have informed him Of 2 few facts
and now I must break raem gently Il
YOU" answered he.
2 The wind had ruTIed CscfTs hair. arj