The Lewiston teller. (Lewiston, Idaho) 1900-1905, 1902-03-13
prize creep into his eyes as she econ
Sscnally made an apt suggestion.


Sscnally made an apt suggestion.
He turned and looked at her several
times during the evening. when some
UNUSUALLY bright remark o; hers arrested
his atteution-a remark showing n clear
and intelligent understanding OF the
I Question Under discussion The few
women he knew were Of the domastle.
order. who rarely gave though, TO
anythinx outside the petty round which
/ constituted their world. And that a So
/ ci"iy t'-,te should he able TO discuss in
! diligently and originally the living
issues OF the day-the vexed problems
that make life tie complex thing IL is
amazed him.
/ lie had begun by feeling--if he had
any feeling at all In the mat,er-that
/ the beautiful heiress was no more to
him than any one of the many other
pieces Of br.ca- bruc in his employers
house. She was II beautiful statue
nothing more, nothing less. But when
Inc statue woke to life he discovered
that il possessed a -;re and delicate
chairman indefinable something tina,
the evenings he spent at her fathers
house became the bright spots In his
rather colorieNs existence.
Kate did not know how long she had
sat there when she heard the door open
softly and quick. nervous step com
Ing toward her. Rising. she stood facing
him AZ he came up. His face was flush
cd, and there was an eager light in his
eyes.
Il could not go away without apolo-
giving TO you for what | said a while
ago" he said speaking brea thlessly, as
Trough impelled by some inner force.
lie had caught her hands in his, and
was holding them crushed together in
both Of his own. II did not mean you
there are no weak points In your ma
ture. You are good and pure and stead
fast was thinking only of myself"
They stood for full minute looking
into each others eyes-reading. each !
others souls. Then Kate gently with |
drew her hands. and walking over to !
the mantel said rather unsteadlly:
We cannot judge human beings by !
the same standard by which we judge |
inanlmate things. There are weak
spots In every nature-but out of that
very weakness grows the beautiful |
flower Of humility"
Thank you" he murmured In a
broken whisper. and started toward the
door, but before reaching it. turned,
and catching her hands in his crushed
them against his lips-ah was gone.
Kate did not go to Mrs. Grantley's
that night. She complained Of not feel
Ing well, and she certainly did look Ill.
Human faces are Natures highest type
Of etchings; and heartache is the keen
needle that traces the finest lines. Her
father was alarmed. and willingly con-
sented when she begged to spend the
winter with her aunt in Florida.
1t was like driving a nail into her
own coffin. this wrenchlng away from
the very sun OF her existence. But II
was the only thing to do. There was no
other way.
Il am 50 rich In other things-and she
had only him" she told herself ever
and over again, when her heart rose in {
rebellion against the sacrifice. ,
Hers was an intense nature, possess
ng rare capacity for suffering. but
alt'O possessing noble disregard OF I
'elf. 1t was impossible for one Of her '
disposition to accept happiness pur-
'hased through anothers pain. I
The long. coloriess days and blank 9
imply years stretching before her I
frightened and appalled, her. But she ,
lid not falter In her decision. G
Hugh Austen's wife never knew how !
@riiously near shipwreck her frail G
@rk Of happiness had been. That il '
allied successfully past the jagged r
ocks Of temptation out into the deep n
'cean OF content was always a source n
Il thankfulness to two persons. Wa v
-erley.