Bisbee daily review., 1906-03-11
IA Visit to the Cathedral
By Frances Col@brough. 0 6 0 e 0 0 % O O O 0 0 oooo

exaltation which had possessed him but rev moments before. This. then. was his punishment. From the shadows only he might look upon her, the woman he had re- jeefed, and with her the best and nobIest impulses of his being. with her the rest he had sought so many years fin foreign lands. and was destined never to find
 They were out in the street. walking rapidly homeward. when Carruthers's friend said: ''It was she, then. the reetor's wife, whom he heard discourslng Wagner. never knew before that woman could play an organ like that. It was diyinely grand"
 And who is the rectorT' asked carruth- CTS. with faltering voice. His friend andswered his earnestly; His name is Bradford and he is a clergyman of unusual ability and energy. He Is deyoting the best years of his life to the cause of humanity, and in his wife he has an enthusiastic CO., worker"
 Two days later William Carruthers stood on the deck of an outgoing steamship. once more to become a wapderer on the face of the earth. Over all the harbor city lay the dreamy haze of the mellow November day. Here and there the sunlight caught at a srire and made known the location of some stately house of worship. But more conspicuously than all others gleamed the dome of the cathedral where carruthers had seen his rejected sweetheart. Toward this dome the traveller directed many q wistful look.
 But not merely as a well-known landmark was the cathedral of interest to Carruthers. He remembered sadly the hours he had spent in the dim gallery and ail that had come to him there. He remembered. too, more vividly than all else what was sending him forth again into exile.
 Once, years before. he had amused him. self by loyer-like attentions to an unsuspect- ing girl. and in return she had loved him as 1t is given few men to be loved. He had lightly considered the trusting heart. and when a fairer face tempted him had thrown 1t away with scarcely more than a passing regret. But the fairer face had mocked him in turn, and the misery he had meted cut to another turned back upon his own heart. Then 1t was he fled ir a passion of jealousy and pique Among solemn moun- tain heights, beside blue rivers crossing burning deserts, he had gradually come to realize all he had lost and to put upon the unselfsh giving of a stainless woman's love the price it meritei
 One morning, while pausins to rest be- side a mountain spring. he had looked down into its placid depths and started to find how changed he had become. That look set him to thinking. and few hours later he stood ip the gallery of the cathe- dral, watching the reflected colors of ths chancel window as they drifted across the altar and asking himself if life had not deeper meaning than any he had hitherto3 deemed possible.
 He knew now that he had looked for tha{ last time on his dear home city and the' face of the woman he had learned to love too late. Was he going back to the old, restless life of yearning and regret, or would he, putting the past and its infu- ences away, strive toward something purer the realization of that dream which had its birth amid the solemn hush and beauty of the cathedral, where the music was played with heavenly character by the only woman he had ever loved7