The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-11-18

which when il feels does 50 with ahan
don The soft little body in her arms,
the warm sweet breath ON her face,
touched the very depths of her heart
Never in her life had she felt ST.
strangely happy happy and yet trou.
bled. she was embarrassed before hel
own emotions and bent her head. clasp
ing him more tightly. The world
thought of her as Il Woman. She had
womauly poisc aud Il strong character,
but her heart. Il girls heart, could not
understand this awakening of mysteri
Gus instincts, the motherhood beneath
her culture and ambition and stronger
than both. The lying moments, her
beloved work. everything was forgot
ten rs she held the sleeping child
A half hour passed, an hour Alan
Campbell suddenly opened Il pair OF
questioning blue eyes. Startled by
the strange faee. he cried: Where's
my muvVer? | want my muNNer!
Ills little body shook With sobs.
Rudeiy aroused from her dream,
Elizabeth fe, II quick pang of tcal-
ousy Yes, she was jealous of the wo=
man whose hold ON the child even
death was powerlcss TO break. Silent.
ly she put on her wraps. gathered Alan
Campbell, sobs and all. into her arms
and hurried down to the TIL street
ears.
Plumlcy alley proved TO he Il neat
Tagged court and Ne. 10 II tiny white
house with green shutters \ little old
man, whose eyes Were swollen with
weeping, came to answer her ring,
Alan Campbell called "lluddo Gram.
Ply" The poor old fellow tried in vain
to control his grief The girl shook the
trembling old hand and turned away.
unable to express her sympathy. Alan
Campbell smiled after her like sun.
beam.
Elizabeth closed her studio door with
shiNcr Never had il looked more
beautiful. more orderly or more cold
and still.
Il want my muvvcr," II little Voice
kept sounding i'll her ear. Nh, these
mothers she had been plying, how she
rnvied them nov. II was ridiculous to
feel so, and yet. ind yet she knew her
arms would always he empty and her
whole body hungry for the presence,
the carcsscs of IL little child, something
of her own. her very own, 10 love
There WAS hardly time to arrange
her hair aud light the spirit lamp he
fore Phil knocked Hoping that he
would not notice her red cyclids, she
concentrated her attention on the tea
things She thought she was succeed
ing until Phil said whats up, Eliza
BETH"
oh" she replied, Il saw frightful
accident this morning | can't seem To
forget it Tears rolled down her
checks.
Phil lonscd To take the sensitive girl
into his arms. but he only said cheer
ingly:
"Thcrc are many cruel things in this
world. We cant help them. Try 10
forget all this. Put on your hat and
come out to dinner with me. I'll tell
you what we'll 70 and see Wilson in
The Matador;' make you laugh; do you
good"
She only sobbed
Phil kncIt beside her chair ana took
her hand
"Plcasc don't cry. 1t hurts me 10 see
IT."
II was very nEllzabcth-llkc. but
somehow she let her head droop on his
shoulder and closed her eyes, MS Alan
Campbell had done. II was so good TO
feel some one near, some one who was
strong ana who loved her. Phil could
not understand but was grateful for
the mrach which had made the girl
he loved seek his arms like II child.
He spoke low and tenderly.
Dear. won't you let me be your con.
solcr always"
He bent his head to her tear stained
cheek and her little word of reply wns
not 81 loud ms the glad beating of his
heart
"Only," said Elizabeth. when she
had recovered something of her usual
spirit don't flatter yourself 1t was
your conquest II was nothing Mt all
but the eternal feminine"