Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-01-18

SO weary!
81, Waldo, II" she said. 81 will do
nothing good for myself, nothing for
the world, till some one wakes me. I
am asleep, swathed, shut up in self.
Till have been delivered will deliver
no one"
He looked at her, wondering, but she
was not looking at him.
ITO see the good and the beautiful"
she said, "and to have no strength to
live it is only to be Moses on the noun
tain of Nebo, with the land at your
feet and no power to enter. 1t would
be better not to see it. Come" she
said, looking up into his face and see
ing its uncomprehending expression,
"let us go. 1t is getting late. Doss is
anxious for his breakfast Also" she
added, wheeling round and calling to
the dog, who was endeavoring to I'M
earth mole, an occupation to which
he had been zealously addicted from
the third month, but in which he had
never on any single occasion proved
successful.
Waldo shouldered his bag, and Lyn-
dali walked on before in silence, with
the dog close at her side. Perhaps she
thought Of the narrowness Of the linn
its within which human soul may
speak and be understood by its nearest
of mental kin, of how soon it reaches
that solitary land Of the individual ex-
perience in which no fellow football is
ever heard. Whatever her thoughts
may have been, she was soon inter-
rupted. Waldo came close to her and,
standing still, produced with awk-
wardness from his breast pocket q
| small carved box.
II made it for you," he said, holding
it out.
81 like it," she said, examining it
carefully.
The workmanship was better than
that of the grave post. The flowers
that covered 1t were delicate, and here
and there small conical protuberances
were let in among them. She turned
it round critically. Waldo bent over
it lovingly.
'There is one strange thing about
it." he said earnestly, putting finger
on one little pyramid. 81 made ii
| without these, and felt something
was wrong. / tried many changes,
and at last let these in, and then II
was right. But why was it? They are
not beautiful in themselves"
They relieve the monotony Of the
| smooth leaves, suppose
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matter.
'sThe sky is monotonons." he said
when 1t is blue, and yet it is beauti.
full. have thought Of that often
But it is not monotony and it Is not
variety makes beauty. What is it,
The sky and your face and this box
the same thing is in them all. only
more in the sky and in your face. But
| what Is it?
| She smiled.
$50 you are at your old work still
Why, why, why? What is the reason;
1t is enough for me-" she said, "if !
find out what is beautiful and what is
ugly, what is real and what is not
Why 1T Is there and over the final cause
of things in general don't trouble my.
self. There must be one, but what il
it to me? If howl to all eternity,
shall never get hold of it. and If l die
might be no better of. But yor
Gesmans are born with an appetite fol
burrowing. You can't help yourselves
You must sniff after reasons, just as
that dog must after mole. He knows
perfectly well he will never catch it
but he's under the imperative necessity
of digging for it."
.But he might find It,"
might! But he never has and neve,
will. Life is too short to run after
nights. We must have certainties.''
She tucked the box under her arm
and was about to walk on when Greg
DRY Rose, with shining spurs, an os
trich feather in his hat and q silver
headed whip, careered past. He bow
ed CALAMITY as he went by. They
| waited till the dust of the horses hoofs
had laid.
'There," said Lyndall. ''goes true
woman, one born for the sphere tina,
some women have to fill without be
ing born for it. How happy he would
be sewing frills into his little girls
frocks, and how pretty he would lool
sitting in parlor with rough mar
making love to him! Don't you think
| SOP
II shall not stay here when he Ii
MASTER" Waldo answered, not able tt
connect any kind Of beauty with Greg
DRY Rose.
81 should imagine not. The rule Of
woman is tyranny, but the rule Of 6
man woman grinds fine. Where are
(. you going?"
Anywhere"
''What to do?"
"See-see everything"
"You will be disappointed"
"And were you"
eyes, and you will be more so.
want some things that men and the
world give. You do not. If you have
few yards of earth to stand on an6
bit of blue over you and something
i that you cannot see to dream about
you have all that you need, all that
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