The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-16

terations," said En-. drawing nearer
to the gray dressing gown respect
fully. DO you like him, Lyndall? Is
he not handsomrT
He must have been fine baby"
said Lyudall looking at the white
dimity curtain that hung above the
window.
EN- was puzzled.
There are some men," said Lyndall,
whom you never can believe were
babies at all, and others you never see
without thinking how very nice they
must have looked when they wore
socks and pink sashes.'.
En- remained silent. Then she said,
with little dignity: when you know
him. you will love him as l do. When
compare other people with him, they
seem so weak and little Our hearts
are so cold: our loves are mixed up
with so many other things. But he
no one is worthy of his love. am
not. 1t is so great and pure"
"You need not make yourself unhap
Ply on that point-your poor return for
his love. my dear" said Lyndall. n
mans love is q fire of olive wood. 1t
leaps higher every moment; it roars, it
blazes. ii shoots out red flames; it
threatens to wrap you round and de-
YOUR you-you who stand by like an
icicle in the glow of its fierce warmth
You are self reproached at your own
chilliness and want of reciprocity. The
next day. when you go to warm your
hands little, you find a few ashes
'Tis long love and cool against
short love and hot. Men, at all events.
have nothing to complain OF"
"You speak so because you do not
know men" said EN-. Instantly as
suming the dignity of superior knowl-
edge so universally affected by atfianc
ed and married women in discussing
mans nature with their uncontrolled
sisters. you will know them. too,
some day, and then you will think diff
ferently.' said En-. with the condo
scending magnanimity which superior
knowledge can always afford to show
to ignorance.
Lyndall's little lip quivered in man
ner Indicative Of intense amusement
She twirled massive ring upon her
forefinger-a ring more suitable for
the hand of man and noticeable in
design-a diamond cross let into gold.
with the Initials "R. r." below it.
"Ah. Lyndall." Elm said. perhaps
you are engaged yourself-that is why
you smile. Yes, am sure you are
Look at this ringp
Lyndall drew the hand quickly from
her.
81 am not in so great hurry to put
my neck beneath any mans foot. and
l do not SO greatly admire the crying
of babies" she said as she closed her
eyes half YEARLY and leaned back in
the chair. There are other women
glad Of such work"
En- felt rebuked and ashamed. How
could she take Lyndall and show her
the white linen and the wreath and
the embroidery? She was quiet for
little while and then began to talk
about Trana and the old farm serv-
ants till she saw her companion was
| weary; then she rose and left her for
the night But after EN- was gone
Lyndall sat on, watching the old
crones face in the corner, and with a
weary look. as though the whole
worlds weight rested on these frail
young shoulders.
The next morning Waldo, starting off
before breakfast with n bag Of mealies
slung over his shoulder to feed the os-
triches, heard light step behind him.
'Wait for me. am coming with
you" said Lyndall, adding as she came
up to him: IF had not gone to look
for you yesterday, you would not have
come to greet me till now. Do you nor
like me any longer, Waldo?"
Yes; but-you are changed"
1t was the old. clumsy, hesitating
mode of speech
you liked the pinafores better?" she
said quickly. Sheswore a dress of a
simple cotton fabric, but very fashion
ably made. and on her head was a
broad white hat. To Waldo she seem
ed superbly attired. She saw it. "N1y
dress has changed a little," she said,
'and l also, but not to you. Hang the
bag over your other shoulder that
may see your face. You say so little
that If one does not look at you you
are IN uncomprehended cipher. Waldo
changed the bag, and they walked on
side by side you have improved"
she said. "Do you know that have
sometimes wished to see you while
was away; not often. but still some
times?"
They were at the gate of the first
camp now Waldo threw over the bag
of mealies, and they walked on over
the dewy ground.