Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1903-07-25

tear it up and let it be as if it had
never been drawn. Will your
Life is made up Of little things.
They are the straws that show the way
the wind is blowing. No; don't tear
it up. l want it for future reference,
as said. 1 want to be reminded by it
that if l should be married to you not
only my face, but my every action,
would be distorted thus"
"No, nor
Eyes. And that is not all. We are
too alike for happiness-both sensitive
as flowers, both jealous. We quarrel
now; we would quarrel then. After
marriage the making up is not so sweet
as before 1t grows monotonOus, and
then come the sleepless nights and the
tears-the tears. Already with me they
have commenced. The night you kissed
Mabel I walked at o'clock and never
closed my eyes again. l lay still, half
heartbroken, watching the pattern of
the paper on the wall grow out of dim
ness and take to itself it's old fantastic
shape in the light Of the dawn"
mabel is hardly seventeen. She is
only a child
children grow to be women, and
soon. Suppose we were married and
two years from now she came to our
house and you kissed her again.
She tapped trembling fingers on the
arm of her chair.
II should Gle Of it," she faltered.
He drew up his chair nearer, and,
taking the trembling fingers in his own,
he caressed them.
Somewhere or other in Grimm's
fairy tales" he said, there is just this
sort Of story. Isn't there girl who
goes down in the cellar and sits there
weeping because some day She might
marry and the storks might bring her
little child and the little child might
fall down the steps to that cellar way
and break it's leg?'
ct is only when you love man."
she continued to muse, following up
her own train Of thought, that you
lose the blessed sleep that knits up the
raveled sleeve of care"
Didn't come to you early the next
morning and comfort you, Neisha?"
"Her kiss was on your lips she an
swered.
With a shrug Of his shoulders he
laughed.
"You are ridiculous he affirmed.
"Once you were mine," she resumed.
as if he had not spoken, II should
want you to be all mine. So far as
have been able to judge, no man ever
belonged solely to one woman. There
fore, since the thing is impossible, it is
best to tear ourselves apart before it is
too late"
He dropped her fingers.
"You speak very coldly of tearing
ourselves apart, Neisha,'' he COM
planned.
II am not cold, but I scent unhap
piness. Living alone is negative un-
happiness. Living together would be
positive"
After a time:
Besides, I am a rover" she sighed.
ALREADY 1 have stayed in this one
place too long. l begin to grow rest
less again.
IF you put your head on my Shout
der a little while wouldn't that take
away your restlessness?"
For a little while, perhaps; but it
would return, and then / should have
to go back again to my Mother Nature
for comfort. She comforts with flow
ers, with dew, with soft, sweet breezes,
but most of all with the sea. The moan
of it, the sob, the sometime sigh; its
Ights-rose lights, white lights, soft
mellow lights of the setting sun-drift-
ing while you look into the silver SHIN
mer Of a crescent moon. / long for the
sea-
"Neisha, you make me sad, as sad,
sitting there, as if you were alone,
longing for the sea. You are not alone,
my sweetheart. / am here"
She regarded him with a gaze that
seemed not to see him.
"For months have studied you," she
began "You have given me much hap