The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-04-24

Il love you, Miss Helen lis right
you should know.
cracked between her fingers Her first
check Ambition leaped up wildly.
Poor Donician! Alas, for the doves of
Aphrodite.
Poor Donician? He sat on a saw
log in the moonlight wrapped in
dream 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 Doniciani He knew moth
ing of that strong-seated ambition
that had ridden unceremonious1y over
the pleasant things of her life. Moth
ing of that bit of crisp paper with
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 a dainty wild
flower, half open in the early dew
He sat 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 am Dlt1On out in the forest that it
might soar bold and unrestrained
the breath of the pines, Helen saw him
coming toward her over the soundIess
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
fallen trunk and stared miserably at
the dead straws-
Donician came on swiftly He barred
his head as he sat down beside her.
amy mail for me to-day?'' she ques-
toned, failing dismalIy 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
1y- 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 its poor.
plaintive pleading
Donician spoke with manly sim
plicity.
81 love you. Miss Helen. It's right
you should know
Thank YOU she muttered in
coherentIy. She was pIunging wildly
against the strain of stern asceticism
less sacrif1ce-two spotless doves for
one wild eagle. Then the old g1amor
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.
I'VE should not talk of such things
you and I, 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
4 love YOU, he said, with quiet in
sistence- Il can make you happy
Yes" she returned, suddenly con-
| scious of extreme WEAKNESS yes,
know. But it must not be. II have
other work to do
Donician 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 so" he asked tender1y, and
his eyes compelled hers to meet them
| in one brief, truth-telling glance
NO. it is not so, not always, she
stammered, hurriedly- cit must not
/ bel" she started to her feet. but his
/ hand checked her flight
Wait" he said, Il will co.
| She watched him move away. Far
ther and farther his upright. swift
| moving figure g1ancing at rare and
| rarer intervals between the tree