The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-09-24

q q. dismal sullen stiffness succeeded the
storm storm, OF shame and grief. ana he felt
man beings II It had had bs s only u posi- d
bic to undo things done! he would have
5 poughf the privilege with years. At
wretched meeting past, and then he re-
1T Is all past!" he said despairingly.
breaks Is oSt b to me forever eve; Her
any longer! will forfeit all to forgetfui-
ness; Alas. .alasaCorneliai Though you
es love eQ tha e1n e 1t Tas the perfect
Cornela's sorrow, though quite as pro-
found, was different In character. Her
sex Sc 3,o. ana various other considerations
felt tho situation to be altogether unen-
durable ,and after afew moments Of Bit
teriy eloquent silence, she said:
Al, mother let Us go home. can lear
this place no longer. Let us go home to-
morrow. Twice this past week / have
peen made to suffer more than you can
imagine The man is apparently worth
less--but l love him.
You say apparently Cornelia?"
'Oh, how can L tell? There may be
excuses compulsions-I do not know
what | am only sure of one thing, that
l love and suffer-
For despite aHreason, despite even the
evidence of her own eyes, Corneiia kept
reserve. And in that pitiful last meeting
there had been a flash from Hyde'S eyes
that said to her-she knew not what of
unconquerable love and wrong and sor-
roW-a flash swifter than lightning and
equally potential. It had stirred into
tumult and revolt all the platitudes with
which she had tried to quiet her restless
heart made her doubtful, pitiful, and
uncertain of all things, even while her
her worst suspicious And she felt I'M
able to face constantly this distressing
dubious uestioning. SO that it was with
almost irritable entreaty she said: Let
us go home, mother
II have desired to do SO for two weeks,
Cornella, answered Mrs. Moran. i
think our visit has already been too
long
my cousin Silas has now began to
make love to me; and his mother and
sisters like it. no better than l do 1
! hate this town with its rampant, al
| fected fashion and frivelities. 1t Is
all a pretence! The people are naturally
saints, and they are absurd and detes-
table scheming to make The most of both
worlds--going to meeting and quoting
teXts-and then playing that they are
the men and women OF fashion Mother
/ pack our trunks today, and we will leave
in the morning"
Can we go without an escort?"
on us-she is longing for New York-and
! who can drive US more carefully than
! Cato? And, my dear mother II Siias
! Please be very positive. am at an
j out am so unhappy, mother.
My dear, we will go home tomorrow.
| We can make the journey in Short stages.
Do not break down now, Cornelia. 1t
is only a little longer.
II shall not break down--if We go
home. And as the struggle TO reslst
sorrow proves theHcapaeity to resist, it,
| Cornelia kept her promise. AS they
reached New York her cheerfulness In
1creased, and when they turned into Maid
! en- Lane She claPped her hands Tor very
joy. And o how delightful was the
pleasant sunny = street, the familiar
houses, the brisl1i wind blowing, The
/ alert, cheerful booking men and women
that greeted each Other N passing with
| lively words and bright smiles
how delightful the fresh brown gar
den, in which the crocuses. were just
beginning to peep; the bright looking
home, the dear father running with glad
surprise to greet sthem, the handsome,
! pleasant rooms aithe refreshing tea, the
to the little darling word home"
| She ran up stairs to her own dear
room, laid her head on her pillow, sat
down in her faverite chair, opened her
and then fell with holy gratitude on her
knees and thanked God for her sweet
home, and for the full cup of mercies He
] had given her to drink in it.
! had just come in and the doctor sat
! before a desk covered with newspapers
and letters. "Cornelia," he cried in
voice full of interest, there is letter
ut is from Arentar' she exclaimed, as
she examined the large sheets closed with
a great splash of red wax bearing the de
Tourraine crest 1t had indeed come
trom Paris, the city of dreadful slaugh-
ter, yet Cornelia opened it with sn1il-
ing excitement, as she said again
TT is from AFefTtfsW faeFe
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