The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-10-27

thro' us. l mean, Miss, he knows that
where he seeks he'll find sure enough.
Mems loves so different.
why, how, Rebecca?'' murmured her
companion without stirring.
They love with the body, Miss, and Ia
dies wi their souls. They ak for COM
fort and usefulness, and just blind idol
airy; but wi Women-Ic's like flowers"
Rebecca sat dismayed at so strange and
uneonsidered a statement. She paled
little as she turned to her companion, in
fear of laughter or rebuke. But Miss
Seymour's face was turned away; she
was looking furtively into the green deeps
of the silent wood. What strange ideas
you have, child!'' she said, sharply.
81 fancy, Miss, continued the girl, as
if impelled by truth itself, II fancy when
a man has once loved a young woman.
whomsoever it be, it has gushed out all
like a water-spring, ana ever after its
just mockery and make-believe. He does
look SO cast down at times 1t would be
a mercy, I'm sure, poor SOUL
Miss Seymour rose rather awkWardly
and smoothed out her skirts.
My dear girl, you must not indulge
are idle. A woman has long way to
go, Rebeeca, and you must make mp
your mind to be true wife TO your hus-
band.'
20, yes, Miss the girl answered,
opening her large eyes. I'VE shall rub
along like a creased wheel; it's the
leaving the other L was thinkin' on
But what other, Rebecca?'' Rebec-
cas- cheeks famed scarlet.
Why, it's Only my. silly fashion o
talk. I'm just playin at snpposin'. l do
declare"
She walked with her teacher to the
brook and left her standing there, her
self taking the way along the edge of
the wood into the lanes. .-.f5.f-
Miss Seymour had listened to her talk,
scarcely remembering the shame of it.
She gaZed gravely at her reflection in
tho gliding waters. Her sad, shamed
eyes and trembling lip spoke out when
herself had long. equiYocated. She with
drew softly, drawing her skirts tight
to her side and returned into the sunny
garden. The birds high songs Were
strained and mad, the, fragrance of the
her cheek petulantly. Her self-deeep-
ton vexed her beyond measure; her hui
initiation showed her herself and ali
| things else in a bleak light that only
truth vouchSafes to unconquerable eyes.
The rector dwindled TO the elderly, re-
fined and rather pathetic gentleman he
was, the covert gossip and glanceS of
her Deighbors were now without sting
for very remorse at their justification.
my own pupili'' she whispered, bitter
ly. This chit of a girl had read the
man from preface to finis.. All the world
had perceived the comedy, the comedy
Her glorious love of freedom, her glo-
rious independence and unsullied history
no blemish or shadow of man upon it
! girlishneSs came back to her with its
swift, easy stride and lofty carriage. The
rector was then a very light thing
She rested awhile in the afternoon.
listiess and rather peeyish, and fell
AISLE ep. She woke overcome with ennu
and took her Keble into her parlor, lest
red flannel for potential infants should
| become irksome or her fancies rebeliious
| To church and meeting she went as
punctUal and porsistently as ever. She
met the rector with graciouSnesS, quite
| regardless of the shameful tumult in her
heart; even began to be amused at those
mere strenuous neighbors, and learned
| in all their Wiles
| rector vacillated no longer. 1t was after
a meeting of the Girls Friendly society
that he accompanied Miss Seymour on
| her evening way to her house
\ our influence over these young girls
| is renarkable,'' he said. Miss Seymour
! glanced sidelong at her companion. He
was blinking his eyes rapidly and moist
eping his lips, as was his habit before
announcing his text.
Her heart tagged like bird in her
breast. They shall grow up strenuous,
/ brave girls; the future is in their own
| hands,' she answered, breathlessIy.
THAT is what try to impress on them
Certainly their future is in their own
hands, said the rector. 1T used to be
| in mime The epiogue was so melan-
choly and chastened, the lady battled
mour time reduces us to timid level
the "timid" might have been a Word
-chanted in tine psalms I'VE push and
struggle in youth for a landing place,
1 and there We remain until the end -
THE memory of the struggle is not
apathy, said his, companion. firmly.
II grant you it, He turned, swift and
sure, and before the house was reached