The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1904-11-18
May I come in?''

A smile lit up the face of the inva-
lid man.
OF course you may, Babs! Oh, it's
YOU Harriet How marvelously your
voice resembles Barbara's
The smile had faded when he saw
his mistake, and his pale. subdued sis
ter-in-law busted herself with the med
fcines.
yes. we're all alike in that" she
said, eff in nothing else. But I've
noticed that brothers and sisters more
often resemble each other in voice
than in anything eIse-haven't yOu?"
AT any rate it is so in your case"
said Philip Chesney, YEARLY Why
doesn't Barbara come up2"
The solemn Harriet turned away.
How could she tell the stricken man
that Barbara-beautiful, winsOme, self
ish Barbara, who had looked upon
life as a summer garden, and herself
the fairest flower therein-hOw could
she tell him that his wife had taken
his illness in the light Of a personal
affrOnt? Her plans we're ruined for
the season; the parties and balls and
festive gatherings, where she would
have been envied and worshipped as
queen indlsputable, had to be ex
changed for a depressing bedroom. It
was unendurablei
But how could Harriet tell the dot
Ing, helpless man, knowing as she did
that he had wOrshiped her with all
the strength Of his nature, that she
had left Barbara in her room, cry
ing out in the bitterness Of selfish
ness against her hard and cruel fate?
Barbara is tired. She has a head
ache and is lying down." said Har-
rist, glibly; and he was satisfied.
He swallowed the medicine she
poured out for him with a wry face.
Raise yourself for a moment" she
said, while I smooth your pillow
Very we'll he said, irritably. But
be quick; I cannot sit up long"
He was scowling when he laid back
again on the smOothed pillow, for it
is hard indeed to be i'll when a beau
tiful wife and a prosperous business
dangle tantaliZingly, and call mock
ingly to him who was so mighty yes
terday to come to-day and reap the
harvest for which he had worked so
hard.
Harriet turned away, cut to the
quick by the note Of irritation. She
knew it was foolish, and that Philip
CEesney had enough to try him, if
any man had; but she felt it. never
theless.
He caught her look as she turned,
and q touch Of remOrse swept over
him.
Little sister," he said, clasping her
hand, take no notice Of me. 1 am
iii and peevish; but, believe me, I
am grateful"
And Harriet left the room with
wild tumuIt beating in her usually
quiet breast
That was in the early days Of Phil
ip Chesney's illness; but the hope
whieh tgly, gentle little Harriet Fra
ser had cherished-that time would
win Barbara to a sense of her duty
was not realized The gay little but
teThy soul pined and wearied for its
rose garden, and grew more and more
u loathe the nauseOus, unhealthy
weeds within which it had to iutter.
Who shall say she was to blame?
Have you, reader, ever attempted to
aEalyze the charm Of the most fasci-
mating woman Of your acquaintance
to ind out the secret by the magic
Of which she makes men her slaves?
Do 50, and, If the gift of seeing be
yours, you shall find that on the re-
verse side Of this beautiful charm
there turks the sinister demon-SeIf-
ishness-
Al fba time pbiIin erav noe.
He BOuld either die, or become a life