Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1902-04-26

st love you, Miss Helen. It's right
you should know"
cracked between her fingers. Her first
check. Ambition leaped up wildly.
Poor Donicianl Alas, for the doves of
Aphrodite.
Poor Donician? He sat on a saw
log in the moonlight wrapped in
dream as warm as heaven. His breath
came unsteadi1y, deep-chested, and
quivering. His fingers still felt the
touch of hers. His ears still throbbed
to that unconsciously caressing thank
you" He had forgotten its civil repe-
tition. Poor Donicianl He knew moth
ing of that strong seated ambition
that had ridden unceremoniously over
the pleasant things of her life. Moth
ing of that bit of crisp paper with a
few figures in one corner. Had he
seen it, he would not have under
stood; yet it was the death warrant.
signed and sealed, for his happiness
Why should he suspect the existence
of such things? To him the fair-faced
young teacher was as dainty wild
flower, half open in the early dew.
He sat on in his warm dream of heav-
en-born happiness, joying in the re-
sistless might of his strong hearted
love.
Helen Nord was right. In these Ia
ter days eagles are frequently sacri
feed upon the affairs of Aphrodite.
The next evening when she carried
her ambition out in the forest that it
might soar bold and unrestrained as
the breath of the pines. Helen saw him
coming toward her over the soundless
needles. Strong and happy hearted he
swung along, bearing the beauty of a
Greek god upon his brow. A strange,
Keeling fear seized upon the woman's
heart. She sat down weak, inert, upon a
fallen trunk and stared miserably at
the dead straws.
Donician came on swiftly. He barred
his head as he sat down beside her.
ANY mail for me today" she ques-
toned, falling dismally in her effort
to appear unconcerned.
NO" he said softly. Had he kissed
her the caress could scarcely have
been more endearing.
Helen flung up her head desperate
ly. Her choice had come to her in
narrow lines. love or ambition. Aphro-
dite demanded a sacrifice. Should it
be dove or eagle? Alas. for the dove.
The ambition that had ridden rough
shod over all the pleasant things of
life was not to be unseated by it's poor.
| plaintive pleading.
Donician spoke with manly SIM
| plicity.
| Il love you, Miss Helen IT'S right
you should know"
Thank you,'' she muttered in
| coherently- She was plunging wildly
against the strain of stern asceticism
in, hcr II
less sacrifice-two spotless doves for
| one wild eagle Then the old glamor
came again upon her eyes. She saw
| herself as she would be-a proud.
| free woman. working her way up into
| the high white light.
| She tried to make it easy for him.
1--WE should not talk of such things,
you and /, Nj. Donician." she said,
/ looking beyond him lest she should
see that in his wonderful eyes that
would haunt all her after days 1t was
an unnecessary caution He was not
! the man to bare. his wounds
Il love you," he said, with quiet in
sistence- II can make you happy
Yes" she returned, suddenly CON
scious of extreme WEAKNESS. Yes. !
| know But it must not be. IL have
| other work to do"
Don1cian heSitated a moment as
| though unwilling to believe that his
glad dream was shattered
When two people love one another
they belong to each other for all time
Is it not SOP he asked tenderly, and
his eyes compelled hers to meet them
in one brief, truth-telling glance.
mo. it is not SO. not always" she
stammered, hurriedly- lit must not
be-" she started to her feet, but his
! hand checked her flight
Wait he said. Il will CO.
She watched him move away. Far
Their and farther his upright, swift
moving figure glancing at rare ant
rarer intervals between the tree