Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1902-03-15

prise creep into his eyes as she oeca-
sionally made an apt suggestion.
He turned and looked at her several
times during the evening. when some
unusually bright remark Of hers arrested
his attentlon-a remark showing n clear
and intelligent understanding Of the
question under discussion. The few
women he knew were of the domestic
order, who rarely gave a thought to
anything outside the petty round which
constituted their world. And that so
ciety belle should be able TO discuss in
telligently and originally the living
issues of the day--the vexed problems
that make life the complex thing 1t is
amazed him.
He had begun by feeling-if he had
any feeling at all in the matter-that
the beautiful heiress was no more to
him than any one of the many other
pieces of bric-a-brac in his employers
house. She was a beautiful statue
nothing more, nothing less. But when
the statue woke to life he discovered
that 1t possessed a rare and delicate
attracted and held him. And gradually
the evenings he spent at her fathers
house became the bright spots in his
rather colorless existence.
Kate did not know how long she had
sat there when she heard the door open
softly and a quick. nervous step COM
ing toward her. Rising she stood facing
him as he came up. His face was flush
ed, and there was an eager light in his
eyes.
Il could not go away without apollo
giving to you for what l said while
ago" he said, speaking breathlessly, as
though impelled by some inner force.
He had caught her hands in his, and
was holding them crushed together In
both of his own. Il did not mean you
there are no weak points in your ma
ture. You are good and pure and stead
fast. l 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 unsteadily:
1--WE cannot judge human beings by
the same standard by which we judge
inanimate 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
broken whisper and started toward the
door, but before reaching it, turned,
and catching her hands in his crushed
them against his lips-and was gone.
Kate did not go to Mrs, Grantley's
that night. She complained of not feel
ing well, and she certainly did look i'll.
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 wrenching away from
the very sun of her existence But it
was the only thing to do. There was no
other way.
II am so rich in other things-and she
Ahn OilIJ Hllus Silt tOlu ltTStII f.Ycf
and over again, when her heart rose in
rebellion against the sacrifice
Hers was an intense nature possess
ing rare capacity for suffering, but
Also possessing noble disregard of
self. 1t was impossible for one of her
disposition to accept happiness pur-
chased through another's pain.
The long, colorless days and blank
empty years stretching before her
frightened and appalled, her But she
did not falter in her decision.
Hugh Austens wife never kew how
perilously near shipWreck her frail
bark of happiness had brcn. Tat it
sailed successfully past the jagged
rocks of temptation out into the deep
ocean of content was always source
Of thankfulness to two persons.-Wa-
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