Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-06-26

CHAPTER VI-CosTISUED).
"As far as 1 know" Clara repeated,
Is the widow moved away TO where the
players were grouped round the net. or
sauntering slowly towards the house.
She rose to follow her. but her head was
in a whirl with new thoughts, and she
sat down again. Which would be best for
Ida. Harold or Charles? She thought IL
over with as much solscitude as moth
er who plans for her only child Harold
had seemed TO her 10 be in many ways
the noblest and the best young man
whom she had known If ever sne was 70
love a man il would be such man as
that. But she must not think Oh herseit-
She had reason TO believe lnat Do.l
these men loved her sister. Whicn "ouiu
be the best for her? But perhaps inc
matter was already decided she couio
not forget the scrap OF conversation
which she had heard the night before
nor the secret which her sister hao re-
fused TO confide to her II Ida Wouiu
not tell her, there was but one person
who could She raised her eyes ana
there was Harold Denver standing De-
fore her.
You were lost in your thoughts"
said he, smiling. Il hope that they were
pleasant ones.
"Oh. 1 was planning. - said she, rising
1T seems rather waste OF time as
rule. for things have a way OF WORKING
themselves out Just as you least ez-
peet."
what were you planning. then?"
THE future"
"Whose?"
~Oh, my own and Ida's-"
and was 1 included in your joint fu-
tures?"
4 hope all our friends were included
Don't 20 in" said he. as she began
to move slowly towards the house l
wanted TO have word. Let US stroll up
and down the lawn. Perhaps you are
cold. II you are 1 could bring you out
shawl"
"Oh, no, I am not cold
II was speaking to your sister Ida
last night" She noticed that there was
a slight culver in his voice, and, gianc-
ing I'D at his dark. clear-cut face, she
saw that he was very grave, She felt
that it was settled, and that ne mad
come to ask her for her sisters hand-
"She is a charming girl said ne, art
er a 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 a sunbeam in the house
mo one who was not good could be
so absolutely happy as she seems TO De-
Heavens last gift, I think. is a MIND
so pure and spirit so high that II IS
unable even to see what is impure and
evil in the world around u.s. For as
long as we can see it. how can we be
truly happy?
..Sbe has deeper side, also. She does
not turn it to the world. and it IS not
natural that she should, Tor she Is very
voung. But she thinks. and has aspira-
lions of her own
..You cannot admire, her more than
do. Indeed Miss Walker. only ask
IN he brought into nearer relationship
with her, and to feel that there IS
permanent bond between us
1t had come at last For moment
her heart was numbed within her, ana
then a flood OF sisterly love carried all
before it. Down with the dark thought
which would still try TO raise its I'M
ballowed head, She turned to Harold
with sparkling eyes and words OF pleas
ure upon her lips
at should wish to be near and dear 10
both of you," said he, as he took her
hand. Il should wish Ida to be my sis
ter. and you my wife"
She said nothing. She only stood
looking at him with parted lips and
great. dark. questioning eyes The lawn
had vanished away, the sloping gard
ems. the brick villas, the darkening sky
.,itb half a pale moon beginning 10 show
over the chimney tops All was gone
md she was only conscious of dark.
earnest, pleading face, and OF a voice.
far AWAY. disconnected from herself,
the voice of a man telling woman how
he loved her. He was unhappy, said the
voice his life was a void: he had come
to the parting Of the ways here lay hap
piness and honor. and all that was high
and noble; there lay the STORYTELLING
round. the lonely life. the base pursuit
NJ money. the sordid. selfish aims He
needed but the hand of the woman that
he loved to lead him into the better
nath. And how he loved her his life
would show. He loved her for her
sweetness. for her womanliness. for
her strength. He had need of her. Would
she come to him? And then of a sud
den as she listened ii came home to her
that the man was Harold Denver. and
that she was the woman. and that all
Gods work was very beautiful--the
green sward beneath her feet. the rust
ling leaves. the long orange siashes in
the western sky. She-spoke; she scarce
knew what the broken words were.
but she saw the light Of joy shine out