The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-10-31

I Like a living, creature the sent
| lent earth Is pulsing with the
rush Of vitality so long with
- held by the reluctant season.
| The buds are ready to burst, the
grass is unsheathed, while white
limbed birches and brown skinned
NAPLES are losing their distinctive
Aryan and Semitic types under the
green robes May is weaving for all.
Contradictory elements are abroad this
here in Grovedale, New Hampshire.
There is a stiff northwest wind a low
reaching fog with the sun struggling
to look thru 1t, and sky that looks
like rain. If theasun comes out it will
not be directly, and it is nearly time
for the o'clock train whistle. After
that half hour and then Mr.. Hamil-
ton must go, If he go at all this morn
ing. -
Meanwhile, his wife is trying to con-
vince him that he would better wait
until tomorrow. it looks so much like
rain. A fair, handsome couple, not
yet middle-aged, they stand at the
window of the dining-room looking
out. rather. than at each other. A
the breakfast table is left to the chill
dren, boy and girl. Mr.. Hamilton
carries a light overcoat on his arm,
his hat and gloves in his hand, and yet
his wife declines to see that he is
ready to go, but talks idly about the
weather. He answers in the, same way,
tho it Is evident to both that UNDER
meath their words there is deeper
meaning, which neither. wishes to
make apparent. J. - .
Must you, when it looks so much
like rain 2" she asks negligently, rety-
ing the ribbon which confines her
morning. dress, and picking out the
| h0S hot
that her hands are futtering, and that
there is a nervous CLEAN in: her, eyes
face. = S ~ !,
Like rain, constance,=: Why, who
ever knew 1t to rain, with the wind in
the northwest ~" 49,.
THAT is. the way it comes lately. 1t
many people; and if you should get
wet you would get cold, and with your
weak lungs" ..~.., ... 49,. y, .-,l...>s
"Pshaw Constance! my lungs are as
strong as horse, and so am IT,
But your mother died; with con-
SUMPTION" =. ~
very true. But it isn't going to
out in less than an hour, and if it
should rain, am neither sugar nor
salt, to dissolve with the first drop.
On. you may depend [ shall be all
right XIV.
But you are not as we'll as usual.
You are more nervous. You talk in
your sleep, and your appetite has
failed lately.' .-.. 1920. /. .-.:.-...>,..
1.-THE more reason why I need a
change. The. fact is, my business is
too much for me this facilitating
spring weather. I suspect am a lit
tie bilious, and since Mr.. Henderson
and your uncle have chosen to leave
the mill business so much to me, that,
with my duties at the bank, has worn
me down. They will have to take the
reins in my absence, and Tony will do
very well at the bank for the two
weeks am away
Always two weeks murmured his
Yes; and J am sure it seems like a
year" -. .;..%
*"Then why do you go? pa 4. -. ::
understand. It is best that do not
explain at present. There goes the
! Clare?''' going to his little girIs> side
| and STOPPING to kiss her. 60.
A small face, framed in golden hair,
with big, dark. eyes looking out from
under fluffy bangs, was raised to his
as she sorang to her feet. -~- :.. ..~
ooh, must you go? thought NAM
lid WOulu HldkS you stay. ..
IT must, Glare. Now, what shall I
bring you?" ..~. !,
'"Oh, a ring, papa gold ring"
"All right. won't forget. And
you, Perley?" ~. -. I.
"A writing-book, If you please
Mine is all written thru" .,,.i.' 49,
| VERY WE'LL" kissing the boy as he
| had his sister. s'.,.. -
| And what shall 1 bring you, Con
stance?" he asked, returning to his
| wife's side: , = l..
"Just yourself, and let. it be soon,''
looking eagerly and earnestly into his
face. ,.. -. ..
Il shall be back soon,s never fear.
Constance, you are more beautiful
than you ever were, and love you
better" he whispered. IT wish were
at home again. I will be soon.' And
kissing her hastily he took his valise,
after putting on his hat, gloves, and
| overcoat, and left the house. -
!. His wife stood by the window
watching him until he was out OF
I sight, when a: thrill. Of superstitious
fear shot thru her. r" :. ~ o.; >.:.
She had: watched him out Of sight
| Away back, in her childhood a
maiden relative had, SO strongly i'm
pressed her mind with the malevolent
| influences Of; such an act that she
! could never, despite her common
sense, get rid of the belief. 49,
It, will be well before stigmatizing
her as foolish for the reader to exam
inc his own mind to see if it, be free of
some pet superstition. 80 Perhaps it
relates to Friday as being an unlucky
day, or to the number thirteen, or to
breaking a looking glass, or to wear
ing an opal. I think you will find
one, tho you laugh at all Others and
may be at that. Still, you will say to
yourself that another day than Friday
Will do as we'll, or, that an even num-
Der, say twelve or fourteen, is at least
as good as. thirteen, or that opals are
not as handsome as other jewels, or if
you by any mischance break a mirror
your mind runs shudderingly over the
state of health pertaining to the va
rious members of your family to Won
der which is most likely to die before
the year is out. H..
Be this as it may, Constance, tho a
clear-headed, sensible woman, was
appalled, to think she had watched
her husband out of sight. But she
was cheered the next. moment by rec
ollecting her tower. She sped quickly
upstairs, then along the corridor and
to- another fight. This brought her
to the foot of the tower, which was
built at one side of the house, and
rose fifteen feet above it There We're
windows in it on all sides, and it gave
a commanding view Of the country,
romantic and unusual, for the house