The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-09-09
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"The fertilization plansa'
eyes, His eyes wandered from
her face to the night ouside. How
gray and sad the world was! "You
will always love your father. dearie9'
Glove him9 Always!'
"Whatever betide, for veal or woeF'
"Whatever betide.'
How easy it was for her to say these
And yet, some day, you must leave
me, to take up your abode in some other
man 8 heart My only wish is that it
may beat for you as truly as mine
does.
, She did not reply, but stepped to the
chilled pane, A yellow and purple line
marked the path of the vani shed sun;
the million stars sparkled above; far
away she could see the lights of the
city. Of what was she thinking,
dreaming9 Was she dreaming of heroes
such as we poets and novelists invent
and hang upon the puttet-beam9 All,
the pity of these dreams the young girl
has! She dreams Of heroes and Of god.
like men, and of the one that is to come.
But, ali! he never comes, he never
comes; and the dream fades and dies,
and the world becomes real. A man
may find his ideal, but woman, never.
To youth, the fields of love; to man,
the BATTLE-GROUND; to old age, chair in
1.-The government ought to pay you
well if those plans are SUCCESSFUL She
moved away from the window.
Eyes. the government ought to pay
me well. I should like to make you
rich, dearie, and happy
"Why, daddy, am I not both7 I
have more money than / know what
70 do 1,,i+ 1o1y
ing the kindest father.' She came
around the table and caressed him,
cheek to cheek. "Money isn't every
thing. It just makes me happy to do
anything for you.'
His arm grew tense around her waist.
"Do you know what was running
thru my mind at the embassy last
love this great wide country of mine.
AS [ looked at the ambassador and
, his aides, [ was saying to myself, You
dare not!' It may have been silly, but
I couldn't help it. We are the great
est people in the world. When COM
{ pared foreign soldiers with our own
how my heart and pride swelled! No
formalities, no race pref udice, no false
pride. l was never introduced to a
foreign officer that I did not feal
him, with his weak eyes, his affected
mannerisms, his studied rudeness, not
to me, but to the country represented
How | made some of them dance! Not
for vanity's sake; rather the inborr
patriotism of my race. I had only tt
think of my father, his honorable scars
-. his contempt for little things, his cour
country, which has SO honored him with
p it's trust. Oh! [ am patriot; and
shall never, never marry a man whose
love for his country does not equal my
= own.' She caught up her father s mu
| tilated hand and kissed it. "And ever
v now this father of mine is planning ant
' planning to safeguard his country.''
But you must not say anything tt
l till all is ready. I met Karloff today
| at the club. He has promised to dine
with us tomorrow night''
= ''Make him postpone it. I hav,
promised to dine with Nancy Warbur
tom
a "You had better dine with US an,
v DO you not think him handsome fel
low?n
I "He is charning.'' She touched tn
bowl of peoples with her fingers an
, smiled.
a HE is very wealthy, too"
= Betty offered no comment.
p 'What did they do to that inferno
rascal who attempted to run away wit
you and Mrs. Chadwick9''
q "They arrested him and locked hin
3 up.' ''''
"a IL hope they will keep him there
II And what reason did he give the polio
\ Tor attempting to run away with you9'
i He said that he had made a wage
y with some serving maids to drive the1
=, from the embassy. He claims to hav
" got the wrong number and the wron
l. carriage.'
!, "a very likely story!"
q Yes, a very likely storyi''-an
Il Betty, still smiling, passed on into tn
o. music room, where she took her violi
- from its case and played some rollicl
ing measures from Offenbach.
10 At the same time her father rose an
went out on the lawn, where he Wake
1t up and down, with a long, quick, merry
GUS stride: From time to time wal
1r ing note from the violin foated out t
1T haggard face toward heaven. His fac
m was no longer masked in smiles; it wa
grief-stricken, self -abhorring. At lengt
It he softly crossed the lawn and stood b,
Id fore the music room window. All, n
ii frettlng care sat on yonder exquisit
u face, nor pain, nor trouble; youth, onl
n youth and some pleasant thought whic
Id the music had aroused. How like hi
to mother! How like her mother
Suddenly he smote himself on tt
~ brow with a clenched hand. "Wretcl
~ God -forsaken wretch, how have yo
i'll kept, your trust? And how yondt
IS, child has stabbed you! How innocen
ut she has My Sti honor yo9 G Sspetr3
age and steadfastness! Mockeryl'