The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-12-19

Copyright 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Co.
Ten years after their marriage Van
Grive and his wife visited Summerton,
where they had met and loved. They
found the place little changed. The
same yellow cottages bordered the lake
at either side of the big hotel; the
same long hill l.1 up from the brick
railway depot to the cluster of business
houses at the summit; the same ridcu-
lous steamboat sputtered and bumped
at the end of the spndle-legged wharf;
the same skiffs lay upon the sandy bot
tom; the same blue waters danced ana
sparkled in the same sunshine-all of
which Mrs Van Grive called to the at
tention of her husband with the air of
one who has made an astounding dis
covery.
'.Of course, my dear, of course" re-
turned Van Grive indulgently; 1T is
hardly to be expected that these things
would be done away with in ten years.
even if we were not here to assist in
preserving them. Candidly. / rather ex-
pected to find everything about as it is.
The hill, for instance, is more OF less
permanent in the nature of it. Likewise
the lake. And boats and wharves are
pretty much the same the world over.
AS to the sunshine"
Stop commanded his wife, ''you are
making my headache worse. Your hu-
NOR, or whatever you are pleased to con-
slider it. Frederick, is so painful-so lack
ing in human sympathy.
She glanced right aid left at the 9TH
ers upon the hotel porch, and her tone
suddenly changed.
Erred she said, there is Mr.. Tee
dies
mo- Van Grive craned his neck.
but it is and as l live his arms are
full Of hah and his wake is full OF
wife. o dear, o dear!
Looks about the same as ever COM
mented Van Grive, after an interval OF
contemplate 'the heroic figure, the
flashing eye, the-er-tout ensemble nf
the old chap is unchanged. But it doesn
seem to me, Helen, that the appearance
of the lady quite justifes certain re-
marks he made once upon a time reia-
tive to the subject of feminine beauty.
If l remember correctly, his ideal was
tall and dark while this lady has every
appearance of being short and--er-
freckled.'
Mrs. Van Gr:ve, an amused twinkle in
her black eyes, watched the Teedies
procession pass down the long board
walk to the beach. Perhaps his ideal
changed" she suggested. Such things
have happened One marries when the
time comes and the ether soul. The out
wardness is not considered when the in
.nerness speaks. There is not room in
5 the human mind for present love and
past ideals.
81 suppose not Van Gr.ve spoke some-
what YEARLY. He was not interested III
his wife's theories. He did not under
stand them. Few people who talk OF
souls and ideals do understand them
selves. IF you will withdraw your gaze
from the ceiling for a moment. my dear
he continued, you will observe that We
are being approached. The delightful
dowager Mrs Rickles, has marked us
for her own
Mrs. Van Grive groaned, then smiled.
and arose to greet the fat, lady, the
warmth OF whose presence was already
manifest They were acquaintances of
wei, well, well,, puffed Mrs.
RiclSles by way of greeting; $50 you've
come down to Summerton, too. My, my,
N.Y.
Mrs Van Grive admitted the imputa-
ton gracefully. I'VE felt that it was
really our duty to take an outing she
said, land we heard there were such
nice people here"
Mrs Rickles purred audibly ct is a
nice, restful, eminently refined sort of
place. Nothing pretentious, of course,
but homelike without the doorbell or the
cook. A DEAR sleepy old village. l love
it, And then she added with a sigh, It
was here that Mr.. Rickles contracted his
last illness.
An appropriate silence ensued, during
which the Van Grives studionsly avoid
ed each others eyes and r. ely bit their
under lips.
He would sit in the window nights,
with the lake breeze blowing upon him.
she resumed presently, reading, read