The San Francisco call., 1908-04-12


said Sylvia. Then, too, guess didn't care
much about those folks she stayed with. For
think it's the queerest thing heard of that Miss
Farrell if she took such child enough to
do so much for her. didn't keep her herself"
Miss Farrell queer woman" said Henry
Il guess she wasn't too we'll balanced" agreed
Sylvia.
What do you suppose tired Rose much this morn
ing?" asked Henry. 'It isn't long ride
Afford"
.T don't know She looked like ghost when she got
home. I'm glad she's laying down. hope she'll get
little nap"
That after dinner, when the house had been set
in Sylvia front window IN the cool
sitting with basket of mending, and Henry at
another with a library book. Henry very restless
in these days TIe pottered about the place and was
planning to get in good hay crop but this desutory
sort of employment did not take the place Of his
lar routine of toll He missed it horribly almost
said to miss pain of long standing. He
that he better off without it, that he ought to be
happier he that he Tor he had
said bitterly that he had opportunity for reading and
improving his mind Now he had the opportunity. but
it too late He could not become interested in a
book he had been during the few moments he had
able snatch his routine of toll.
days it Henry that he go back
the shop that he could not live in this way He
begun lose all interest what anticipated
with much pleasure, the raising OF grass Abra-
hama Whites celebrated land. He felt that he knew
nothing about such work, that agriculture
him only could stand again at bench in the
shop leather into regular shapes! felt
that while his hands toiled involuntarily his mind
would work. Some days he fairly onged for the old
familiar of tanned hidesthat odor which he
once thought sickened him--tIat he would go the
shop and by the open and inhale the warm
rush of leather scented air with keen relish.
told this to Sylvia.
Henry happy. At times 1T seemed him
he really wished that he and Sylvia had met with
this good fortune He if it good for
Once he turned o. Sydney Meeks with a fierce
he loved to roll beneath his like morse
that If Henry did not want his good fortune it
the easiest thing in the world relinquish it
TT amt said Henry, and what's more, you know
amt. Sylvia don't give up I amt go
ing her. You know get rid of it; but
true what say: When good things are so long COM
ing they get sour like most things that kept
What's the of present hands too cramped
hold?"
sydney looked gravely at Henry, who had aged con-
sderably during the last few. weeks WELL L. am
to admit" he said, sometimes the mills
the gods grind slow small that the relish is
of things when you get them. I'm willing to ad-
NIT that if had today what thought couldn't live
without I'd give up beat. I thought I'd like
have the biggest law practice of lawyer in the
state If had it I'd be ready to throw it all UP
1t would come too late. Now I'd think it more
bother than 1t worth. How'd I make wines and
Henry, when providence is overlong in giving man
what he wants he contrves somehow to suck sweet
out of what he gets, though he not know it
and when what he thought he wanted does hin
it is like bee trying to make honey out Of flower
that don't hold Why don't you back to the
shop Henry, and have done with it?'
sylvia" began Henry. but Sydney cut in. you
haven't found out, said he that in the long
what's best for yourself doing what's best tho
people who love you haven't found much"
Il don't know" Henry said a puzzled weary way
Sometimes it seems to can't keep living the
way am living and live at all, and then don't know
Il know" said Sydney, "gct back to your tracks"
Sylvia would feel all cut up over it. She woudn'
understand"
of course she wouldn't understand, but women al
ways end in settling down things they don't under
stand when they get it through their heads it's got
be- and being Just contented unless they're
kind. The inevitable may be hard pill for her tt
swallow, but 1t will never stick in her throat
Henry shook his head doubtfully. He had beer
thinking it over ever since. He had thought of 1t
good deal after dinner that day he sat with thu
unread book in his lap. Sylvia's remarks about Ros
diverted his attention, then he began thinking again
Sylvia watched him furtively she sewed. you ain
reading that book at all said II have been
ing you. and you amt turned single page since
spoke last