Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-06-15
CHAPTER XIII.

lighter are tramping through the
quiet" suburban streets and squares
the streets and squares that are
never quiet from early morn 10 dewey
eve. The weary man Of business IL
vending homewarG from the great
city In omnibus, train AM tram. I'm
Ger foot the pavement Is moist AMI
damp; the usual misty ha2s which
crowns our glorious metropolis at this
season is hanging like a pail over
head the day, the busy, moiling, toll.
ing day Is over and London which
never sleeps, pauses, as 1t were, to
take breath before 1t dashes into
the roaring. restless night,
Very little of the roar and excite
mont, however, reached Hanley street,
Rayswater and the only sounds that
penetrate into Mrs. Boxall's front par
Tor are the tolls Of the muffin bell and
the tramp OF the lamp-lighter.
A month, just -four weeks, have
passed since Samuel Dalton fell down
dead In the library OF his grand coun-
try house. -Four weeks only, and yet
they seem months, years, to the two
girls sitting by the fire in Mr.. Boxall's
little parlor.
four weeks. Excepting the loss Of
their father and their fortune, how.
ever, the two girls do not look much
changed.
According to the wellknown canons
On romance, one ut least of them, May
should be wan and white, and exhibit
ing every symptom Of dying shortly
OF u broken heart But, though Mays
heart may be broken, she does not
look like It.
Men have died." says Shakespeare,
"and worms have eaten them, but
not for love!" and May looks as If life
held strong grip of her Both
girls are dressed In black short
cashmere which, much to Mrs. Box
alls secret dismay, is innocent of
Grape.
lust ms there is no Grape, so there
are no weeping and wailing. Both
girls have borne the double, and, in
Mays case. the treble blow, woman
fully, Not word Of repining for all
that is lost has escaped the lips OF
either of them. They sit sometimes,
as they are doing now, looking at the
gre In silence, but It is not the silence
of despair. Despair comes only whom
the digestion is ruined, and--truth IA
truth-thelr digostions are unim-
paired,
Still, though they do not repine,
t1ey are given to wonder 1t Is so
and astounding, this trick
which tickle Fortune has played
them--one day nursed in the lap Of
luxury, baskiug in the sun OF hnppi-
ness, the next bereft. and thrown up
or the mercy of the cold world
II is 80 sudden, SO overwhelming.
that II is hard sometimes TO realize
that II Is not the fantastic freak Of
a dream Very often turing these
-four weeks May has awoke expecting
to tind herself In Woodhine villa or
the dormitory AT Mrs Browns Semi
}ary. The Gresham House period
was 80 short, SO unreal, that she never
ven dreamed of It; all that is blank,
aavH-ah, save those few too short
days of her FIRST passion!
To those few days Of rapturous do.
light she goes hack--how often - in
the stiffness OF the night, goes back
with an infinite longing, an infinite
despair.
There has been no rirening no fret.
nl' waiting about better days and i
cnld.hearted world
Il don't believe in a eold.hearted
world she said, one night when the
two sat talking over the strange
events These dear. good people
can't be the only generous hearted
ones in the world There are more
Boxalls than ours, and while the
world holds them II can't be very
cold"
For MIR Roxall and his wife have
proved themselves to be pure gold.
tried in the furnace II was he--the
little palefacei man--who came up