Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-12-05

isfactorily explain to himself. He real.
lied that it might be a new element.
He might be the discoverer of that
which would startle the scientific
world. So far the element had eluded
him. He had not only been unable to
satisfy himself of Its existence, but
also what its characteristics We're, or
whether it might not be known ele-
ment in a new form.
The woman-Mary Ames-was a
warm hearted, whole souled woman; a
woman who, with broad, tender, hui
man sympathy read life and the vari.
Gus species of natures that possessed
mankind she knew; woman who could
see good where others saw dross. She
understood Victor Irvine. She gave him
credit where others had given ridicule.
She respected the man, the student.
She found man who could be honest
and true, man who could love.
The love of Mary Amesi became a
| staff for him to lean OH. Through her
eyes he took new view of the earth,
| of mankind. He was irreslstibly
| drawn to here Then it was, when the
rush of the incoming flow was flooding
| itself through him, that thoughts, feel
ings, affections for Mary possessed
| him. 1t was then, when the flow
pounded on the surf Of his heart, he
cried to himself, "This is life life"
Victor was so situated as only to be
able to see Mary in the evening. There
was always an inclination to remain
late with her, which he never yielded
to. He had always gone before the
rush of the midnight high tide. For
this reason he had not spoken of the
love that possessed him, had not had a
chance to pour it out in rush of words
in the flow. The ebb brought him q
timidity that was painful. There was
an ever-present fear that she would
| slip away from him in the undertow.
| One day he came to her in the MORN
ing. 1t was holiday. AS he fingered
he felt the coming of the midday flow.
Their conversation grew exceedingly
bright. In the waiting for the highest
tide he was overwhelmed with the
thought that he must tell Mary of the
love he had for her, that consumed
him. He broke out:
"Mary-darling, you are so sweet
so sweet-you are so grand-so grand.
have something 1 have been going
to tell you-tell you, dear" then he
stopped. The ebb was on. He felt it.
He could get no farther. He stam-
mered.
The-ebb-Maryl will tell you at
another time"
Several weeks passed. 1t was not
told. 1t was the month Of March. at
the time of the vernal equinox. Great
storms ragged on the ocean. The tides
We're running high.
One night, in the worst fury of the
storm, Victor was in his laboratory,
busy at work. He was experimenting.
The element he had been hunting for
had turned up. He had made several
successful analyses. 1t seemed to him
that he almost understood the secret
that had been eluding him. 1t was not
yet 10 o'clock. 1t was more than two
hours until the ebb. In that time the
lliy NOull hhON Il, the ploDltl
solved, and the world would credit him
with discovery.
The flow rushing on in great surges
| brought other inspirations. There was
Mary. How sweet love was, how
| glorious! 1t was almost his. Would
it ever be his? Life without it was a
dead, empty thing. 1t must be his.
Away out came two great waves to-
ward the shore of the soul of Victor
Irvine. They rolled tossed and pitched
as they moved in. On one perched the
secret of chemistry that he had been
diligently searching for. On the other
| love rode.
The two waves We're in fearful strug-
gle the one with the other They raised
their high heads and broke into angry
feathery caps. They chased each
other, one seeking to swallow the
other The contest was wild, tenn
pestuous one. At last, with a roar,
they went together and, breaking. flew
far up the beach. love riding triumph
antly in.
1t was then that Victor fed through
the rain to the home of the woman he
loved. Higher, greater swells were
rising out on the waters, following
each other to the shore. AS onward
they came he poured out to the woman
the tale of his life, the misery of his
loneliness. its pathetic strangeness,
the sweetness of the love he bore her,
the wealth of happiness there was in
it. Before the ebb came he had the
answer Of the woman. 1t was salts.
factory. There was no regret for the
lost secret of the laboratory.
As the moons waxed and waned the
secret came back to the inmate of q
happy home. 1t returned as jetsam
of that night of the storm.-New York
News.
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rs Jewish eXclusiveness becoming 8
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