Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-02-08

, tear It up and let II be as If it ha
never been drawn. VIII you?"
Life is made up Of little thing
They are the straws that show the wa
the wind Is blowing No; don't te;
It up. l want IL for future referenc
as | said. | want to be reminded by
that If | should be married to you ne
only my face, but my every action
would be distorted thus"
mo, no."
Yes. And that Is not all We ar
too alike for happiness-both sensitv
as flowers, both Jealous. We quarre
now; we would quarrel then. Afte
marriage the making up is not so swee
as before. II grows monotonous, an,
then come the sleepless nights and tn,
tears-the tears. Already with me the!
have commenced The night you kissed
Mabel walked at O'Clock and neve
closed my eyes again. | lay still, hal
hcartbroken, watching the pattern oI
the paper on the wall grow out of dim
ness ana take TO itself its old fantastic
shape In the light of the dawn"
Mabel Is hardly seventeen. She is
only child"
"Children grow 10 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.
Il should die of it," she faltered.
lie 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 a 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 its Lego"
1T is only when you love a man."
she continued to muse, following up
her own train Of thought. that you
lose the blessed sleep that knits up the
ravcled sleeve of care"
Didn't | come to you early the next
morning and comfort you. Neisha?"
Her kiss was on your lips" she an
swcrcd
With shrug of his shoulders he
laughed.
You are ridiculous" he affirmed.
Once you were mine." she resumed |
rs If he had not spoken. Il 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
apart, Neisha," he com
planned.
Il am not cold, but | scent unhap-
,iness. Living alone is negative I'M
happiness. Living together would be
positive"
After a time:
Besides. | am a rover" she sighed.
Already l have stayed in this one
place too long. l begin to grow rest,
less again"
IF you put your head on my shout.
Ter little while wouldn't that take
away your restlessness p
For little while. perhaps; but 1t
would return, and then l should have
o go back again to my Mother Nature
or comfort. She comforts with flow
'rs, with dew, with soft, sweet breezes,
nut most of all with the sea. The moan
II it, the sob, the sometime sigh; its
ights-rose lights, white lights, soft
mellow lights of the setting sun-drift-
ng while you look into the silver SHIN
ner Of crescent moon. long for the
'ea"
"Neisha. you make me sad, as sad
lifting there, as II you were alone.
onging for the sea. You are not alone,
ny sweetheart. am here"
She regarded him with a gaze that
not to see him.
For months have studied you" she
began. You have given me much hap