The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-07-25

cept this-this gentleman, must go
out into the world as bread winner
in little while-a very few months.
If I shouId-marry him, would be
very wealthy-so rich that it would al
most brighten me, think" she added,
with wistful glance at the attentive
face. "My guardian has set these two
alternatives before me SO many times
that know them, word for word Re
| member that I am all alone-and tell
me what to do-as you would tell your
sister-or any friend for whom you
garcia little"
Her fingers were twined together in
| her lap, and a man who was not study
| ing out treatment for diphtheria
would have seen how tight the clasp
was. This, perhaps, would have made
him delay long time in his answer.
"These are difficult questions to de-
eide for another" he said at last, ju-
dicially looking out at the window.
"My opinion would be that it would
be wiser to marry the gentleman
who is a gentleman, 1 take it for grant
ed-than to go out into the struggle
with the world Personally, I don't
| like to see women in business, if-if
| it can be avoided-and in this instance
it seems that it cam" he added, with
swift look at her face.
At his first calm words she had
shrunk as if from a blow, and now she
arose and turned toward the door, her
eyes lowered.
"Thanks-you are very kind" she
murmured. He saw her put out her
hand and feel for the knob, as though
something blinded her, but he was
there before her, looking at the down
dropped face.
ell omitted to ask one question"
he said. "Do-do you love this MANI"
"Does it matter? MOI" she replied,
as she went out.
| But he had seen her eyes.
He sat down at the table and
looked at the page he had been read
ing 1ast-looked at it until the after
noon had waned and night had set
in. 1t is singular fact that while
the eyes of the body can go patiently
reading lines and paragraphs and
pages of learned treatises, the eyes
of the mind can be looking steadily
at gray-eyed girl with her fingers
twined together in her lap. True.
here is this investigation carried OH
successfully to this interesting point;
but-why was it that she went away
so soon?-and her eyes-now why
should there have been tears there?
And she would go away and marry
the rich mamie had advised it.
Well, why should it concern him?
The doctor suddenly arose, leaving
his books scattered on the table, and
went out into the street for air
his office was insufferable. Where
he was going he did not know. He
was not conscious of any resolution
until he found himself in the door of
Miss Willoughby's little sitting-room,
and a girl with very pale face rose
up from the chair before the fire.
Her eyes were wide with fear-what
was he going to say? What had he
discovered?
81 was forced to come" he said
humbly. 81 know you will be angry
perhaps you will be amused at the
fact that Ia poor student, physi-
clan who has his thoughts on you,
when you have an opportunity to
make a wealthy and distinguished
marriage. knew at the first that
there was no hope-yet felt that
must come. 1t only remains for you
to tell me so, yourself, and then l
will go back to my work and have
done with the dream"
No, it was mistake about hel
having been pale; for when she
leaned on the mantel with her face
turned to the fire she was as rosy as
the morn.
"You are too considerate to tell
me outright" he said; "but I see
what must be. Of course it is in.
sane-the idea that you could take
poverty, and the struggle for life
with me, when wealth and ease are
offered you. 1t would not be posi-
BILE, unless you loved me so devotedly
that your love would set all other
considerations aside
He paused and gazed at her miser
ably; and without turning she hall
whispered faint suggestion
"I-I might learn" she said.
He turned white and leaned agains'
the table for support.
"Learn-learn to love me?" h,
asked, in daze. "It is impossible.
ct will be difficult-but 1 am will
ing to try" said the arch hypocrit,
with the gray eyes.
When he went back to the office
several hours later, with the step o
:, one who walks on air, he found
' number of books scattered in mos
unseemly disorder on his table.
J Really, John is growing insupport
able" he said to himself. "A1l thes