Arizona republican., 1899-04-08
Her Small Ambition
BY LUCY SEMMEs ORRIcK.

Az l0dSU 1t lnuS impressed 1ACSAOA
Barnard, and did SO afresh each of the
few times she was admitted to this
inner sanctum. All at once, by con-
trast, the aggressive superhuity OF
other interior furnishings burst upon
her with sudden distinetness. YET
there was nothing here upon which the
eye could fasten pleasurably-a Ium-
bering old sewing machine stood by the
deep arched window, and line OF long,
black, shapeless Observation-Disclosures,
in the parlance of one-time fashion,
extended around three sides OF the
white room; added to this chair or
two, and the contents stood revealed.
Sister Euphemia, always pedaling la
boriously at the noisy old machine on
facsimile of the wall decorations, gave
needed life to the situation.
The doorben rang, and, as FORTRESS,
the busy nun arose for the tenth time
that morning and the third since Hes
rer's arrival, to answer the summons.
A soft smile shone out of the depths
of Sister Euphe1nia's dark blue eyes,
and her sweet mouth relaxed in SYM
pathy as temporary farewell to the
favored lay friend she left alone.
Hester looked after the sister with
almost wonder, and certainly with rev.
erence.
such Interruptions would drive me
crazy" thought the visitor, provoked
Iy. How did she acquire such admir-
able placidity, or is it natural"'
Hester's own FESTIVE young spirit
pulled against bonds for herself, but
some hidden note within her urged her
to visit this peaceful spot, where the
throes CT life's pains were forgotten or
had never been known. After day of
mental conflict it was soothing unutter-
ably to come here, out of the gossip and
envy and longing of the outside world
to come here, yes, but for only an
hour-and to. this nun, about whom
there was always something great and
capable.
II would like to see her reused and
pushed to the full extent of her mental
powers" thought the waiting visitor.
She was glad when the door opened
and the pure-faced woman with child
eyes beamed down on her again. She
telt better, more exalted by the nuns
presence; though the influence was
only for a momnt.
Sinking to commonplace in the self
conscious pride and habitual egotism
of human nature, Hester reverted to
the cause of the sisters absence.
THAT bell must be very annoying"
she remarked, feelingly.
"Oh, no! 1 am accustomed to 1t as
one of my duties"
The very surprise in the answer made
il a slight, though unmeant, rebuff;
n
further speech.
The sisters either must have no
loves or desires, or strain them by lack
of temptation to infinitesimal thinness
and perfect tracta bility," she ventured
with deliberation. 1t hurt, her, now ii
was said, but curious interest in the
answer animated her. Did they ever
feel like other people?
The faint glow mounting Euphemia's
pale face shamed Hester.
I'VE are human" was the low-voiced
reply, with little reserve, but not a
trace of resentment. What did the
children of the world know of suppress
sion, of the stripping ones self of all
the small delights that make living
sweet?
The listener felt the withdrawal and
inwardly granted its justice; in conse-
quence she abated somewhat the criti-
cal mood which seemed heartlessly per-
sistent to-day.
IT know you are human said the
privileged guest; land 1 should think
you would be very tired of those
cloaks. Won't you let me help you?"
''Yes, 1 am tired sometimes" Eu-
phemia repSed. needlessly, for the wide !
WEAKNESS of her eyes was answer
enough. The last question passed un-
marked to its understood impossible
ity-
DO you make many of these gar
ments?"
For all the sisters. We are about
49, was the absent-minded answer.
With unconscious usefulness the !
nun glanced out the window at the
gorgeous, brilliant flower beds. It
her to look on this brave,
perfect and beautiful Development
few men attained such.
Hester's dry remark: You have
enough to do" was met with glance
that seemed to take the girls measure,
and the way was cleared.
This" referring to her occupation,
has been my work ever since came to
the convent" proffered Sister Euphe-
mia, in the quiet, spiritualized voice
that comes inevitably to the inmates of
the cloister. Hester Strengthened up in
surprised interest-her faTorite was
beyond generalities for the
first time in their long acquaintance.
Euphemia already suffered at the expo
sition of her own life, but the girls
conclusions almost demanded refuta-
ton, and for all her perversity Hester
seemed one of their blood.
Il loved all that" said Euphemia,
nodding toward the brilliant spIotches
Of color outside, but this is my forte"
indicating the garment in her lap,
through which the needle piled rap