New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-04-04

Her book was well received by few whose
OF readers it too pessimistie" They acknowl-
edged that II was tear compelling tale put wills
in simpler. happier times. in the present world OF
writer who was wanted. Away with melancholy.
anne , dd not rebel against this tgdgment sss
sorrows and wrongs back to their source IN human
selfshness and slOth was work worth doing But
with the few words of praise that welcomed 1t az
to die the death s Of the book that does not take
It was this book however which 5roushs ,, her
q reader who perceived in 1t the wild BTontean
cravings and filled him with keen desire TO know
something about the author. IL time OF pan
Of the .hve nations,Iyvth the impetuosity Of his
tiers. made speedy arrangements to come and sec
'And that will be the end of it ALP groansd
Three months before a letter had come from her
sister Margaret. with whom her mother had been
living. The poor old woman had Just had an az
dren. wrote Margaret "of course. cannot give her
the care that her helplesSness REQUIRES, Nstn1 I'M,
matter she agrees with us in thinking that you
are the only member of the family free 10 take
And so Anne took her mother TO the little house
in the shabby street that was the best home sns
could provide Sweetened BY love and patience anu
wilIing; service. it the patient for time
hstpDy one; but the habits of lifetime do not de-
woman grown accustomed to the atmosphere Of
gentleness and peace about her than she ceased
perigs and seIfpity An! IL she had the use OF her
money that Margaret had not scruDIsd o accept
from her. how quickly she would De PACK ~ nsr
S SSGr.1 home-n0 longer dependent on an0'nsl
She wept wild tears that seemed to poor Anne the
the Inevitable this unreasOning but most natural
tme BUT had now the glamour Of the past over Il.
was in the daughters eyes, most cruelty poisnan1
ity and the reTnorseessness Of fate. And this was
ss ssf M make bsarbIe her mothers old aga
Literary work done under the stress OK an sx-
uTgeno5 for the means whereby to 1--we could rot
Anne knew land 2ToyedJ; De T,, 6H g9a s1s ,sb
pang she put it away from her and took up ths
sei1g ag fa 4 Asd had eTsr Wrsn Book whic
published and praised and had schooled nerssIs
future that seemed to be before her that ths Irss
letters came Will Sne5 SoG OF s5d say.
satisfied Anne-in her humility she you'd not aaSs
Apd seeing usT@othsr and myself, and rs
him" she sighed 70 herself.
fastidlous and reaned-he found nothing repelent,
but all that was charming ~ Anne. he swses
their look OF unshed tears the defeats reinsnsns
in every detail Of her appearances; her soft voice
OF writing the book that had enchanted him 81:
sSDsd as sxaEt1SI8 But she read more. aasl
The harsh. poor old peasant mother, loud voiced
s9unIid s1Troundingsgthsse too had their eftsct
She read the struggle between the fascination shS
herself had him and his shrinking from her bsI
longings. But he hotblOoded Irishrnan, and
Ike the great Desmond OF long ago, he was willing.
on the spur OF the moment. to sacrtnce al Tor
love Her own heart went over to his side and
Joined him in his pleading. but she had withstoo6
both. Her reason for doing so had strengthened
her. and she had been firm.
II can't leave my mother" she had said -and
couldn't think OF burdening you with her"
He had striven with tnpetuous warmth to qua
aside this objection, but some instinct told her
how short strain IN some ways his stock % pa
thence would bear.
You would never live with her" she said. with
final sad decision. and with all his fervor and heas
he had been unable 10 alter this conviction OF hers.
Perhaps, six months from now to-day's d1sap-
pointment would weigh lightly enough on him, but
poor Anne. going homo through the rain, knew
that with the qUenching OF this one CLEAN OF this
light that or shore had CONS
for her the beginning Of gray middle age and the
parting forever with dreams and hopes and the Joy
- Iire-CThe Taller.