Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1903-03-06

cately carved nose, ana n wlStful nt-
tie mouth contrasting strangely
enough with the firm square chin,
but all in all an attractive If not a
pretty face. But there was a look
in the eyes not good to see in the
eyes of one so young, a look half
startled, half defiant, but wiGhal a
great sadness in them. She walked
slowly across the room, and stood
before the full-length mirror. There
is kind of fascination in this stand
ing face to face with ones self, and
it was not vanity that prolonged the
gaze. They stood face to face, with
eyes looking into eyes, the real and
the shadow girl, and when Beatrice
turned away she felt that she had
been looking into her own soul. But
her thoughts were not all of self.
| There had been another story in the
Goals, and out from them another
| face had looked into her own. The
same as the pictured face on which
her eyes rested as she turned away
from the mirror. A face very like
her own, though strikingly contrast
ed in every feature. 1t was thin and
pale, furrowed and creased by lines
of thought and struggles of keen
inward life; lines that bespeak the
soul and character of face; the face
of student prematurely old, but
with pair of young, almost child
like, blue eyes looking out from un-
der mass of softly curling hair that
fell in almost a girlish manner above
his forehead.
1t was a face that bespoke great
depth of nature-and n stirring of
the depth-a soul finely strung, but
quivering under the jarring touch of
thwarted hopes and broken dreams.
1t was the face of young man
only five and twenty, but in those five
and twenty years there had been
crowded enough pure heart tragedy to
enrich volume were it only possible
to portray it. There is often great
vein of pathos in lives seemingly the
most commonplace and apathetic, if
one can only read between the lines,
and this was what beatrice was do
ing, as she traced the life-"A con-
test since the day, which gave him
being-and that which marred the
gift-a fate, a will that walked
astray."
Fate, chance, circumstance, call it
what you will; but some power the
strength of which we all have felt in
the shaping OF our lives, had ever
been leading force with him, since
the day, when he, tiny dreamy
eyed lad, had run away from the
voice that tempted defiance of the
powers of nature, only to return and
to be carried away from the great
water wheel of mill, limp and very
near lifeless, until the day when, old
er grown, but not less dreamy-eyed
nor susceptible to the voice of his
guiding fate, he had had the old ties
of the old life broken by force,
stronger than the force of the water
wheel, in the form of another life
Joined to his own, life as different
from his own as night from day; one
that would lead into new paths-and
new fields-felds more "of the earth
earthy"-than the old ones wherein
he and Beatrice had lived as kindred
spirits and had grown nearer and
dearer to each other every day. But
now as she looked at the pale, sad
face, another rose up between them
"a dark, cold face, and over her
heart there swept a great loneliness
and heart hunger.
80 Harry" she whispered, and a
moment later lay full length on the
lounge, her whole frame shaking
with sobs.
She almost fancied there came an
we'll she knew the answer would be
that of poor Tom Tulliver, who told
all the tenderness, the love, tho
pathos, aye, the tragedy, too, oi
years in that one cry-"Maggie!' =
when the little sister of his child
hood had been swept by the mere;
full food of the old river Floss, bacl
into his arms after years of estrange
ment. Who ever has read that path
etic little story (and 1 am sorry fol
one who has not) has felt some o.
the tragedy of the breaking of ole
ties.
Beatrice's sobs were full of it nov
! as she gave herself up to a paroxysn
of grief. At last when her sobs hat
. spent themselves, she lay in tina
= border land of dreams where th
9 past and the present, the real ant
= the dream life are so strangel,
mingled there is no tracing the boun
:, Diary. She was living over those day
of childhood queerly mixed with tn
events of the past few months. Sh
! was child again following in Harry
footsteps-but carrying with her thi
:, terrible feeling of restlessness, de
:. fiance. loneliness and heart hunge
: she had felt since he went away--al
> because Harry was angry and woul
> not kiss her. She held out her arm
: and whispered. 81 love you, Bruver
+ / love you"
+ Then she smiled gladly, for the lip
q parted-and he was speaking, speak