The Washington times., 1906-11-04

and noble actions that may bring him
stiH more OF her love. all else THAI life
has ror him ne lays as an Offering 80
the shrine Of her heart, all his joy
and all his care. and asks but love iu
return, and because the giving or love
is the Womans toy and the peTfeCtueEs
OF her -acrifice her glory they come
10 forget themselves iu each others
being and 20 live their lives iu each
others hearts. Tie JOY that each
cares for is no longer his own 10Y. but
the others. and So fhey come 10 stand
for the sacredness of God 10 each
other. and <oT perpetual inspiration
BY and by perhaps. from long dwell
ing out Of themselves and feeding their
hearts upon things spiritual, Ney learn
the deep and mystic religion OF love.
that is the last lesson life has 10 teach;
IL is given 70 fIO man 10 know what is
the source OF this mysterious being
OF ours. but men who come near 10 II
find 1t so glorious that they Die for IL
in JOY; and tie least glimpse or %
gives man quite a new feeling about
a human heart. So az last It happens
that the lovers read a fearful wonder in
each others eyes, and give each other
royal greeting no longer for what they
are. but for that which they would Ike
TO be. THey come tO worship together
as they could never have worshIped
apart and always that which they
worship and that in which they dwell.
Is what al existence is seeking with
so much paia, the sacred ~resence OF
wonder THAI some cell Truth. and
some Reauty-but all Love When You
ask me how unselhsEness is 20 be
made yoUrs IN life. taat IS the answer
which J rive you"
Nr. Towards voice had droDped
very low. as be stopped -3sIen was
trembling within herself she was
drinking stilI more from TIA. bottom
less cup % her humiliation and re-
morse. fer she was stiu haunted fy
the spectre Of what she rad done.
The man weat on after "a interval Of
silence.
Il think there is 20 one" he said.
whom these things touch more than
the man who would live the lie oF
art that ] have talked of before. for
the artist seeks experience above all
things, seeks IL not only for himself
but for his race And It must come
from his own heart. no one can drive
him 10 his task All artists tell that
the great source of their power Is
love. and the Wisest Of them makes
an art work Of Lis life He counts Lis
power OF loving most sacred Of an his
powers. and guards it from harm as
he guards his life itself; he gives all
his soul 10 the dreaming of that
dream. and lays all his prayer before
It; and when he meets with tLe
maiden who viii honor such effort ne
forgets everything else in his life. and
gives her all his heart ard studies TO
worship her by years Of noble deeds
For a woman who loves love. tls
heart Of such a man is a lifet.me's
treasure. for his passion is of the soul
and does not die; and all that ne has
done has been really buJ a training
Of hinsself for that great consecratiJu.
u he be a true artist. all his days
have been spent in learning 10 wrestle
with himself, to rouse himself and
master his own heart, until at last his
very being has become a prayer. and
his soul like a great storm OF wind
that sweeps everything away iu its
arms. Perhaps that hunger has pos
sessed him SO that he never even
Wakens in the dead OF night without
finding IL with him in all its strength
II rouses him In the morning with "a
song. and when midnight comes and
he is weary. IL is a beuedictI8H and
a hand upon his brow. All the time,
because he has a mans heart and
knows OF his life's great glory. his
longing turns TO a dream of love. 90
a vision OF the flying perfect for which
all his life is a search. There is
maiden who dwens in all the music
that he hears, and who calls TO him
in the sunrise. and filings wide the
flowers upon the meadows. she treads
before him on the moonlit waters and
strews them with showers of fire. II
his soul be only strong enough. per-
haps he waits long years for that per-
feet woman. that woman who loves
not herself, but loves love; and all
the time the yearning OF his heart IS
growing. so that those who gaze at
him wonder why his eyes are dark
and sunken. He knows that his heart
is a treasure house which he himself
cannot explore. and that in all the
world he seeks nothing but some
woman before whom he might fling
wide its doors
Helen had been leaning on the table,
holding her hands in front of her; to-
ward the end they were trembling so
4lUEI At1l size ADDh liltlH away tt|l4
clasped them in her lap. When ne
ceased her eyes were lowered. sne
could not see how his were fixed up-
on her, but she knew that her bosom
was heaving painfully, and that there
were hot tears upon her cheeks lie
added slowly; Il have told you al.
that / think about life NY dear friend
and all that / think about love, SO /
think / have told you all Jhat know"
And Helen lifted her eyes TO his and
gazed at him through her tears.
You tell me Of such things o." she
asked. You give such advice 10 me
Yes. said Jhe other, gently. why
not TO you 2"
Mr.. Howard Helen answered, do
you not know what / have done, and
how | must feel while 1 listen 10 yOU7
Ii Is good Jhat / should hear such
things because / ought 10 sul.yr. but
when I asked you for your advice /
wished for something hard and stern
10 do, before / dared ever think Of
love. or feel myself right again
Mr. Howard sat wa ChiUE her for a
moment il silence, then he answered
gently. II do not Ihlnk, nay l..l
friend, that il is our duty as sJTa.-
Cling mortals To feel ourselves right
at all: I am not even sure Luat We
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