The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1900-10-06

has always seemed almost necessary
for the priesthood to me Git had SEEM
ed absolutely necessary until a few
days before). I fail to see how an I'M
married, and perhaps lonely, existence
will you to paint better pic
lures"
"Why!" and the girls tone was
earnest as it was astonished. Il don't
Sc how you can think otherwise. Art
demands all the best of one. and no
second-rate or secondhand devotion,
If n is really to serve and minister
to the beautiful. But it has always
seemed to me-" she added, medlta-
lively, that an unmarried minister
mas lost a fine chance, at least. of get
ting close to the hearts of his people.
l wonder which of us is right-or
neither, or both?"
Then came the big storm, and after
that all things looked different. Mir
able was anything but a coward, but
she couldn't help feeling a little nerv-
Gus as the great ship trembled and
staggered and rolled under the force
OF the tremendous waves. The young
minister. whose faith was of the real
and assertive kind, soothed and reas-
sured her as she sat, trembling but
silent, in the music room looking out
at the angry waters. The girl was
duly comforted and strengthened. and
the pleasant feeling of half dependence
ana intimacy, both of his thoughtful
kindness. lasted even after the sun
had decided to shine again. And the
young minister had also learned om
thlng while the storm was raging. 1t
was with a really meek and humble
hear that he assisted her to the upper
deck, just as soon as this was possible,
ald stood by her side as she took
mental notes of the waves and their
form and color.
"Mirable," he said present-he had
learned her name some days before
i have a confession to make to you.
l have found out-the Lord has Taught
me-that my views upon the question
Of celibacy have been mistaken. | Tow
agree with you that a clergyman is
better with a wife, and | hope-I hard
ly dare nope, but still | long to-that
you will be my wife some day, by and
by"
They were quite alone on the rolling
deck. The weather was still too rough
for others less interested in art-and
one OF It's eXponents-to venture out.
The girl, meditating, found that she,
too, had changed her opinions in re-
gard to several matters.
IF | tell YOU" she said at last, as
bravely, as shyly, that l no longer
believe that love and marriage lessen
ones chances of becoming a great ar
fist, o must not fancy that it is be-
cause | am ready to say yes to tho
question you may want to ask me, pos
sibly, some time. But it has seemed
to me, lately
Dear one let me ask that ques-
ton now" the man at her side broke
in, impulsively. will you, dear child
and sweetheart. promise to become my
wife?"
Again the girl was sent, thinking,
thinking. She no longer believed, "a
she had said, that an unmarried exist
ence was necessary for the highest art,
but stlll-she thought of the picture
She was longing to paint, the wondrou1
thing of graces, nymphs, perhaps, even
bacchanals-and wondered how il
would do for a minister's wife to paint
and exhibit this thing. And yet-with
love in the balance
She turned to him, smiling.
Il will not promise now" she said,
quietly; sit is far toe early and we
know far too little of each other for
me to make any such promise, for one
thing, and, besides, l have a picture I
must paint first. 1t will take me until
well on into next summer. (All this
happened last autumn.) And you
must not write to me, nor ask me to
write to you, until the end of June,
anyway. Then, if you want to risk tho
trip on such slight encouragement,
you may come to Chicago, and-if you
care to ask me that question again
| may possibly think about it,"
Last Saturday he came, and next
autumn her studio will be in New
York instead of Chicago, and there
will be a new name up on the door,
Chicago Tribune.