The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-19
tured women will not be lovabls. win

DO they see nothing, understand
nothing? 1t Is Tant' Sannie who buries
husbands one after another and folds
her hands resignedly-'The Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away, and
blessed be the name of the Lord'-and
sne looks for another. 1t is the hard
headed, deep thinker who. when the
wife who has thought and worked with
him goes, can find no rest and fingers
near her till he finds sleep beside her.
great soul draws and is drawn
with more fierce intensity than any
small one. By every inch we grow in
intellectual height our love strikes
down its roots deeper and spreads out
Its arms wider 1t is for loves sake
vet more than for any other that we
look for that new time" She had
leaned her head against the stones
and watched with her sad soft eyes
the retreating bird. "Then when that
time comes" she said slowly, "when
love is no more bought or sold, when
1T is not means Of making bread,
when each woman's life is filled with
NeAAAASoSs 1A0SPCAACAl AdOOl, -luGA AONS
will come to her, strange sudden
sweetness breaking in upon her earnest
work, not sought for. but found. Then,
but not now
Waldo waited for her to finish the
sentence, but she seemed to have for
gotten him.
=, ldall," he said, putting his hand
upon her (she started), ''if you think
that that new time will be so great, so
good, you who speak so easily
She interrupted him.
Speak, speak" she said. 1.-The diff
flculty is not to speak. The difficulty is
to keep silence"
"But why do you not Try to bring
that timer he said, with pitiful sim
plicity. when you speak, l believe all
you say. Other people would listen to
you also"
II am not so sure of that" she said,
with smile.
Then over the small face came the
weary look it had worn last night as it
watched the shadow in the corner-ah,
SO weary!
81, Waldo. II" she said. II will do
nothing good for myself, nothing for
the world. till some one wakes me.
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 strens,.. 10
live it is only to be Moses on the moan
tain of Nebo. with the land at your
be better not to see it. Come" She
said. looking up into his face and see
ing it's uflcomprehending 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 un-
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 it's 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 avs
wardness from his breast pocket
small carved box.
81 made it for you" he said, holding
1t out.
81 like it,n she said. examining it
carefully.
The workmanship was better than
that of the grave post. The flowers
that covered it We're delicate. and here
and there small conical protuberancps
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. II made it
without these, and ! felt something
was wrong. I tried many changes,
and at last l let these in, and then it
was right. But why was it? They are
not beautiful in themselves"
'"They relieve the monotony of the
smooth leaves, suppose"
He shook his head as over a weighty
matter.
'srhe sky is monotonous," he said.
when it is blue. and yet it is beauti-
full. l have thought of that often
But 1t 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 l
find out what is beautiful and what is
ugly, what is real and what is not
Why it is there and over the final cause
of things in general don't trouble N.Y.