The Washington times., 1903-08-02

seen enough of the ugly and the useful
to last me all my life. Come. It is only
a few steps farther. Give me your
hand"
Breathless. they reached the summit
OF the hill and the shelter of the little
grove of pine trees. She sat down with
her back TO the trunk of one OF them.
He threw himself by her side Below
them the slumbering landscape, warm
and mellow IN the afternoon sunshine.
and in their faces the west wind.
4 believe in heaven" he murmured
81 have found it,"
A delight. almost a fervor. was in his
eyes as they wandered on and on to
where the limits of his vision ended in
a faint blue mist. She looked at him as
one who seeks to read book written in
strange language
Il do not understand" she said 1T
is beautiful here, I know. because every
one says so. and it is pleasant to sit
and watch It all for a while But have
sat here all my life and I am weary
of it,
Weary" he repeated in amazement.
Weary Of this country. of this life,"
Sick to death of it," she answered.
with a vigor which was almost blunt
ness. Who can sit and look at one pic
ture all their lives. however beautiful?
The fields and the hedges change only
from winter to summer. from summer to
winter. And the people change never
He pointed to the little graveyard
away In the valley. ut Is not true he
declared. They have their joys and
their sorrows also. There was merri-
ment enough at the harvest home the
other day and the whole village wept
over that last little mound in the
chufchyard q"
She shook her head impatiently. A
strand or two of her hair was loosened:
the sun fiecked it with gold. He realized
then that she was beautiful. She sat
there like a self-enthroned goddess.
The people are all very dull and very
ignorant" she said Their lives are
narrow; they sleep and they eat. and
they debut they do not live They
never live"
He was alarmed. Go on ne said, in
your mind?"
at is true" she admitted. While
aunt was alive I was a prisoner. Now
am free. want to escape"
'Escape-from here?" ne murmured
Why. this is paradise,"
She laughed softly. but with her mirth
was mingled subtle note of mockery
You are a very foolish person." she
said. You do not know what ambition
is. I do not want to sit upon the banks
all my life"
There are many who drown" he muir
INJURED.
Il will take the risk she answered.
All the joy and freshness seemed to
fade away from his face. Something of
the old haggard despair came back to
him. This was the end. then of all his
dreams YESTERDAY" he said. in low
tone, II walked to Market Deening. l
got situation with Sheppards. the auc-
tioneer. and Mrs. Green, in the village.
has promised me room"
Her lirs curled little. IF It satisfies
you -'' she began.
He Interrupted her. Don't mock me-"
he cried. roughly. Nothing satisfies me
If you 90 away. You know that"
That is foolish" she said. for I am
most surely going away"
ITO London"
Yes: I have written to my cousin
there"
1T would have broken your aunt's
heart" he said.
Whilst she was alive I obeyed her"
the girl answered. defantly. Vow she
Is gone, my life is my own"
Yes" he murmured; yes. Our lives
are all our own. See how the corn
tails, Esther They have reached the
last belt, and all the poppies are gone"