The Detroit times., 1908-08-05
Love Gave Way to Duty.

The girl in the primrose garden
tapped her foot on the gravel path and
tugged at one OF the roses petals.
Though smile was upon her face.
Il, was not the smile of needless mer-
riment; rather IL was the smile OF one
who has chosen. yet doubts.
When the man came In at swing
ing side gate the girl did not turn 20
greet him. He was tall and dark and
boyish. with the long black coat OF
the elders upon him and the look OF
an old masters saint in his fine brown
eyes.
IL was the man who first broke sill
ence. with little testing queries of the
apple crop, the twins across the way,
and whether IL would rain--little,
tremulous. get.ready questions for the
big question that the man had been
| asking all the way from the rectory
by the old brick church on the hill
And the girl answered them all Yes
and NO, smiling always the sad
smile OF the perplexed.
II nave come for my answer, Lor-
raine." he said. with arms at plead
ing angle and the love light crowding
the saint light from his eyes.
The girl shook her head of chestnut
glory. still smiling. but she said not A
word
Il will be very good to you" the
man urged. taking step nearer his
desire
Il know" said the desire. You
are good-always. | know all that.
Ii isn't that"
Il love you" the young minister
said. simply
The girl nodded. and for an instant
she seemed happier than anything
the garden had seen that day. But the
smile died when the minister said.
softly: And you love me-"
oh, | don't know she declared
bitterly. How is any one to know"
The young minister smiled hap
PLY. and, seating himself on rustic
bench. pulled gently at the plump,
little hand OF the lady OF the prim-
roses. You do love me-" he said.
sit here beside me and | will help
you find your soul. You do not know
yourself-that is all"
The girl broke away, though. and
paced up and down the gravel path
way with the air OF queen OF the
tragedy. AT the end of the walk
blushing velvety Marcchal Neil met
ACKNOWLEDGMENT at her hands, and she
plucked the honeysuckles leaves to
| fragments when she had paced back
TO the bench where the young minister
wondered
| Tell me-" she stormed when love
and your ideals clash. then WHAT"
| IF by ideals you mean duty. Lor.
raine. there can be no doubt-duty
wins"
She nodded. Eyes, think so. too"
But began the young minister.
Il am awaiting a message the girl
interrupted.
! She continued her pacing. more
slowly now, and the minister on the
! bench toyed idly with pebbles from
| the walk. For ten minutes there was
no sound in the garden. save the light
crunch OF dainty foot on the gravel.
And then an urchin In blue shufled
In. with yellow envelope, and form
book TO sign. The lady tore open the
yellow jacket After she had read
the message she handed the indelible
scribbling 10 the waiting minister.
who read
New York, June 2.
Offer you $50 a week. ten weeks en-
gagement. for two songs and dance OF
the Firefy at the Mimic. Answer
| ID. LEHMAN.
The minister whistled softly. AN
this is the duty-the ideal that prf
! vents"
The girl nodded. "As see 1t. glA
with the Firefy dance. II you care for
us together. why"
| The minister arose and hurried
from the garden OF lowered beauty
with the air OF man who sees his
duty clearly and fears a woman's
witching blue eyes. When he attained
the quiet gloom OF his study II was an
hours struggling with the one great
book in the world.
Back at the house of the primrose
garden a very pretty girl practfced
the supple whirl OF the Firefy dance
before a tall mirror. But the dance
did not greatly improve with the prac-
| tice, and the book lay too long open
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