Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-23

with some old friends. and she was quite
after ss the 4 New sv Year Bryce was her irst
informant. He called specially to give her
the news. He said his sister hab been too
III and too busy to write. He had no word
of sympathy for the unhappy pair. He
spoke only OF the anxiety It had caused
him HE was now engaged" he said. to
Miss Caldwell, and she was such an ex-
Der of st. Jude'H. 1t had really been try,
ing time for her. Bryce also reminded
Ethel that he had been against Basil stan
hope from the first; He had always
50 on.
Ethel declined to give an opinion. She
must hear both sides" she said Dora
had been so reasonable lately she mad ap-
peared happy.
'she doubles on herself always
Ruth was properly regretful. sne won~
dered III any married woman was realiy
happy" She did not apparently concern
herself about Basil. The judge rather
leaned to Basil's consideration He under,
stood that Dora's overt act had shattered
his professional career as well as. ms per
sonal happiness. He could feel 1or the Miah
there My dears.'' he said, with MS alie.-
tante air, the goddess Calamity is oeiica az
and her feet are tender. She treads not
upon the ground, but makes her pveh upon
the hearts OF men" In this non,comm't55,ai
way he gave his comment, for ne usdais
found a bit of classical wisdom TO ne moo
ern emergencies and the habit had inpart-
81 an ANTIQUE bon-ton to his conversation.
Ethel could only wonder at the lack or
real sympathy.
In the morning she went to see her grand
mother. The old lady had heard all she
wanted to hear about Dora and Basii stan
hope If men would marry fool because
the consequences. And why should
Stanhope have married at aiiF sne
asked indignantly. mo man can serve
God and a woman at the same .ll nNd
ha hoH r,rtaef and a EOOu
husband or a bad husband and sooo
priest Basil Stanhope was honored was
doing good and he must needs be happy
also He wanted too much, and lost every
thing Serve him right
'AlI can now find some fault in poor
Basil Stanhope." said Ethel. Bryce was
bitter against him because Miss Calo"eii
shtyers at the word divorce.
What has Bryce to do with Jane Caiu-
well?"
'.He is going to marry her. he says.
Like enough; she's a merry miss or two
score and rich Bryce's marriage with any
one will be a well-considered anair-a mar,
riaxe with all the advantages of gooa
bargain I'm tired of the whole supJeet
II women will marry they should pe as
patient as Grlselda, in case there ever was
such a woman; IL not, there's an eno OF ehe
matter.
'sThere are no Griseldas In this century,
grandmother"
Basil Stanhope was a grand man in pubic
What kind of a man was he In his nome
Measure a man by his home conduct, ana
you'll not go wrong. It's the rlgnt pi9 , 80 ~
draw your picture of him, l can tell you
that"
"He has no home now, poor fellow"
"Whose fault was 1t? God only knows
| Where Is his wife?"
"She has gone to Paris. .
'.She has gone to the right place II she
wants to play the fool. But there. now
| God forbid I should judge her IN the DARK
| Women should stand by Wofnen-cohsioei
ing"
"Considering?'
what they may have to put up with. It
| is easy to see faults in others / nave some
times met with people who could see faults
| in themselves. They are rather uncommon
II am sure Basil Stanhope will be miser-
able all his life. He win break his heart
| do believe.
mot so. A good heart is hard to break.
| Il grows strong in trouble. Bash stan
| hopes body will fail long before MS heart
does; and even SO, an end rnust come 70
life. and after that peace OF WHAT Hou
Wills
| the usual tone among her acquaintances. 81.
Judes got a new rector and new ldol, anu
| the Stanhope affair was relegated to the
| limbo of things sit was proper TO forget
So the weeks of the long winter
went by, and Ethel In the Joy and hope OF
| her own love life naturally put out OF her
| mind the sorrow OF lives she could no
| longer help or influence. Indeed, as 10
| Dora, there were frequent reports or ne.
| marvellous social success In Paris; aho
| Ethel did not doubt Stanhope had FOUND
some everlasting gospel of holy work to
| comfort his desolation. And then also
| Each day brings its petty DUST
| Our soon-choked souls to I'LL;
And we forget because we must
And not because We Will.
| One evening when May, with heavy
clouds and slant rains, was making the city
as miserable as possible. Ethel had caiier;
| HIS card bore a name quite unknown, anu
| his appearance gave no clue 10 ms iueH-
| tity.
| "Mr. Edmonds?' she said interrogatively
/ Are you Miss Ethel Rawdon?' he asked
| Yes"
MIR Basil Stanhope told me to put TINS
parcel in your hands
| ..Oh. Mr.. Stanhopei I am glad to hear
| from him. Where is he now?'
| I'VE buried him yesterday. He died iast
| Sunday the bells We're ringing Iol
! church-pneumenia, miss While reading the
| service over a poor young man ne hao
nursed many weeks he took cold. Inc poor
| will miss him sorely.
..Deadr' She looked aghast at the speaker
and again calculated the pltiful, astounding
| word. -. >,
GOOD evening, miss. I promised him to
| return at once to the work ne iert me W
standing with the parcel In her hands. She
ran upstairs and locked 1t away Just then
! she could not bear to open 1t.
And 1t is hardly twelve months since ne
was married she sobbed. 'Oh, Ruth, Ruth.
| 1t is too cruel!'
.Dear," answered Ruth, there Is no
Death to such man as Basil Stanhope
HE was so young, Ruth.
| II know His high-born brothers called
| him hence at the age Of twenty-nine. but
''Ts is not growing like tree,
In bulk, doth make men better be;
O.. standing like an oak three hundred year.
To fall at last, dry. bald and scar:
lily OF day
Is fairer fsr In May;
Although It fall and die that night.
It was the plant and flower Of light.
At these words the Judge put down his
Review to listen to Ethers story, and when
she ceased speaking he had gone far fur
Their back than any antique classic for COM
pensatton and satisfaction.
HE being made perfect In short time
fulfilled a long time For his soul pleased
the Lord, therefore hastea He TO take him
away from among the wicked."s And that
evening there was little conversation.
Every heart was busy with its own
thoughts
| sWisdon of Solomon, w, 49, IA.
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