The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1906-11-02

proud, perhaps-to exert any coun
teracting influence. Fate, Gonzaga
thought, was on his side, his was the
fortune that favors the bold, as we'll
as the brave-fortune would help him
to win the woman he loved with more
than the lovers devotion, with rather
the gamblers greed of gain, the hunt
| er's thirst for the quarry.
And now was the time to press his
advantage. These were dark days in
Lavender's life. Days when the soil
tude of the forest seemed deepened by
the brooding shadow of death. Night
brought no rest to the body, dawn no
relief to the mind. She would scarce
ly leave her mothers bedside, held
there by fancy that the strength of
her own will kept the soul in the frail
body. She would not give up, even
when hope seemed folly.
In delirium her mothers mind was
ever at the old home, amid past scenes
and friends. This, more than all else,
wrung the hearts of the watchers In
mute and helpless wretchedness her
husband bore it; America with a con-
slant, plying grumble, and Lavender
with a resolve that was an unalterable
purpose-to save and bring her back.
"Only get strong dear heart" she
would murmur. "Only get well enough
to bear the journey, and we are going
back-we are going home"
And it brought glow of comfort to
the eyes-those eyes that shone
through the rings that encircled them
like the purple zone of dove.
'Ts it so, daughter? But how"
And Lavender would evade her ques-
ton, with vague smiles and teasing
shake of the head, and then go out
under the trees, deep in the heart
of the wood, and pray-pray with
fervor that was more demand than
The clenched fists and |
close-shut teeth belied the pleading |
words. A mortal power had surely |
spurned so clamorous suppliant.
And one day Gonzaga found her
thus-alone in the forest.
She saw him coming, and advanced
to meet him, smiling family.
He took her hand in an ardent pres
sure, looking SO long into her eyes
hat they dropped bashfully.
Il am glad to see you taking little
rest and fresh air." he said Il
stopped at the house. They tell me
he lady is better"
Yes, we think she will get WE'LL
she said, trustfully, and you must
AXE some of the creolt; you have
helped her with so many kindnesses;
he fruit-the flowers, they have given
Ter much pleasure"
For this adroit lover had left moth
ng undone that could aid his cause
Not a day passed but his canoe was
noored at the landing-place, while it's
,wner brought some gift or word of
to the lonely cabin. And
his tireless attention had not been
lines impressionable, and now more
han ever, with a heart saddened,
pirit weakened, by solitary brooding.
ind under all, and actuating her more
han she knew, was the bitter current
f disappointment in Winslow. Where
Re was concerned nothing had come =,
0 pass according to her fancy's plan
ing, and against all this Illustration
f hope, her maiden pride revolted.
The regret was all the more poig :
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ven to herself.
And Gonzaga was not slow to profit 6
y this reaction. He understood the =
alue of counter tendency which
light lead toward himself as the first y
,dgment for her shaken faith. And
hat though his were only the CLEAN p
RS harvest? She might learn to love q