Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-07-03

CHAPTER VI.-CoNTINUED).
"As far as 1 know" Clara repeated,
Is the widow moved away to where the
players were grouped round the net, OF
sauntering slowly towards the house
She rose to follow her. but her head was
in a whirl with new thoughts, ana sne
sat down again. Which would be best ior
Ida, Harold or Charles? She thought II
over with as much solicitude as a noun
-er who plans for her only child Haroiu
had seemed to her to be in many ways
the noblest and the best young man
whom she had known. If ever enc was 10
love man 1t would be such man as
that But she must not think OF herseil'
She had reason to believe tnat potl
these men loved her sister. Which Wouio
be the best for her? But perhaps the
matter was already decided. She couid
not forget the scrap Of conversation
which she had heard the night before
nor the secret which her sister mao re-
fused to conf1de to her. If Ida would
not tell her, there was but one person
who could She raised her eyes and
there was Harold Denver standing be-
fore her.
You were lost in your thoughts"
said he. smiling. II hope that they were
pleasant ones
ooh, 1 was planning" said she, rising.
ut seems rather waste OF time as
rule, for things have a way OF working
themselves out just as you least ex-
pect."
..what were you planning. then?"
1.-THE future"
''Whose?"
"Oh, my own and Ida's."
"And was 1 included in your joint fu-
tures?"
"I hope all our friends were included
Don't go in" said he, as she began
to move slowly towards the house. 1
wanted to have word. Let us stroll up
and down the lawn. Perhaps you are
cold If you are l could bring you out
a shawl"
"Oh, no, I am not cold"
81 was speaking to your sister Ida
last night" She noticed that there was
q slight CULVER in his voice, and, glanc-
ing up at his dark, clear-cut face, she
saw that he was very grave. She felt
that it was settled, and that he had
come to ask her for her sisters hand.
"She is a charming girl" said he, aft
er pause.
Indeed she is cried Clara warmly.
"And no one who has not lived with
her and known her intimately can tell
how charming and good she is. She is
like sunbeam IN the house.
mo one who was not good could be |
30 absolutely happy as she seems to be. |
Heavens last gift. 1 think, is mind |
80 pure and spirit SO high that it is
unable even to see what is impure and |
evil in the world around us. For as
long as we can see it, how can we be
truly happy?"
she has a deeper side, also. She does
not turn it to the world, and it is not
natural that she should, for she is very
Young. But she thinks, and has aspira-
ions of her own"
. "You cannot admire her more than
do. Indeed, Miss Walker, 1 only ask
o be brought into nearer relationship
With her, and to feel that there is
bond between us"
1t had come at last. For moment
Ter heart was numbed within her, and
hen a flood of sisterly love carried all
,efore it. Down with the dark thought
which would still try to raise its UNI
ALLOWED head She turned to Harold
Win sparkling eyes anu WI us - PieoS |
ire upon her lips.
IT should wish to be near and dear to
10Th of you" said he, as he took her
and IT should wish Ida to be my sis
er, and you my wife,
She said nothing. She only stood
boxing at him with parted lips and
reat, dark, questioning eyes. The lawn
ad vanished away, the sloping gard
ms. the brick villas, the darkening sky
18th half pale moon beginning to show
yer the chimney tops All was gone,
nd she was only conscious of dark,
arrest pleading face, and OF a voice,
ar away, disconnected from herself. {
ne voice of man telling a woman how
e loved her. He was unhappy, said the
dice. his life was void; he had come
, the parting of the ways, here lay hap
mess and honor, and all that was high
nd noble; there lay the soul-killing
,und. the lonely life, the base pursuit '
money, the sordid, selfish aims He {
eeded but the hand of the woman that I
. loved to lead him into the better
ath. And how he. loved her his life S
ould show. He loved her for her
yeetness, for her womanliness, for 8
n strength He had need Of her. Would
le come to him? And then of sud
m as she listened it came home to her r
at the man was Harold Denver, and +
at she was the woman, and that all y
DDS work was very beautiful-the n
cen sward beneath her feet, the rust
IL leaves. the long orange siashes In
e western sky. She spoke; she scarce n
lew what the broken words were.
II she saw the light of joy shine out a