The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1908-11-13

and swim out to her and save her, and
not for Jeannette's own sake.
Even in her impulse she recognized
her motive-not for Jeannette's sake,
but for his She would make the SUI
premest sacrifice OF her unrequited
love, and she would do a heroic deed
because OF 1t. But even this was de-
MED her.
Everything is denied a cripple" she
thought with unwonted bitterness as
she reached her fathers gate. sIf /
were like other girls he might have
chosen mer'
Late in the afternoon. In the brief
hours between dinner and the gay life
of the evening. when she knew the ca
sino would be almost deserted, she
went back to sit on the steps and look
silently seward.
| Away to the horizon were fishing
boats and a pleasure yacht. its white
sails cleaning silver In the sun. Near
er the shore showed the dark hulk Of
the buoy, and nearer still the sea birds
diving and dipping.
All this was on the sea- On the sand
was lone figure, woman in a faded
green dress, its skirts held ungraceful-
" up from the kelp as she walked the
damp sands gathering seashells.
Patricia, watching her drearily, saw
her pick up one. look at 1t carefully.
then put 1t in her jacket pocket. The
next she threw away, perhaps because
Of flaw or break or lack of luster
"Dreaming?' said voice very pleas
ant to Patricia's ears, and Wentworth
sat down beside her.
1t only made it the harder to have
him kind to her. Did crumb ever do
particle of good when one was starv-
ing for the whole loaf? Poor Patricia!
Still, as he was there, and as he was
not saying anything more, she must
make talk. Any kind Of talk was bet
ter than silence, so she spoke Of what
she had been thinking
"Yonder is fate" She pointed to the
shell gatherer. Choosing. rejecting;
blessing, cursing. oh, poor little thrown
away shells.'
She had tried to make her words
Of pain. He bent toward her, and his
voice was very kind.
II have known you a year." he said,
land l never saw you morbid before
But you are morbid now You are
tired. The excitement this morning
was too much for you"
Yes" she acknowledged. 81 was on
the pleasure pier when Jeanette went
down. had wild desire to plunge In
nd hnr Nd har nj s,,
the paper afterward l wanted to ba
the star of the matinee. you see, and
this creation of board and pad would
not let me-
She smiled whimsically down at the
crutch and up at him. She was glad
he could not read her thoughts. She
would be very gay-if he did not stay
too long.
Perhaps Wentworth could not read
her thoughts, but he could see that her
eyes were tired. and he looked at them
and at the sweet, sensitive mouth In
the way that lover looks.
Patricia, I know of a golden coun.
try in which lives a golden lady-noi
golden haired, for her hair is dark as
yours, but having heart Of gold and !.
spirit of tried gold. Her eyes are dark
too-let me see how dark, Patricia"
The caress in his tones made her
tremble. He meant only to be kind-i'
he could have known the anguish-but
) she raised her eyes obediently to his
for an instant and smiled at him. She
was a very brave Patricia, this Grip
pied girl.
"Just as dark and beautiful as yours
Patricia. Well, this golden lady woulc
have gone out into the great world te
do lots Of great things, but circum.
stances forced her to stay In her OWL
, domains. So, instead Of being discon
, solate because she could not do what
, she would do, she sang little song Of
, contentment, and one, heart sore an6
, weary with much suffering of MIND
and body, heard it and sought out thu
way of peace. Know the little old bed
, ridden woman down by the river, Pa
, tricia?"
Wentworth smiled at the girls flush
Ing cheeks and went on:
Then knew of boy in this colder
, country whose body was crippled ant
) whose mind was growing into a yer.
! unlovely state because of thwarte,
: ambitions. To him the little lad
! showed the way into a land of hig
0 ideals and earnest endeavors. The DO
: Is a good boy now and will make
o great man some day.
o "Then there are the children. Ger
i orally they are very much In the wa
/ when a fellow wants to talk to th
golden lady. They bring her burnside
d peoples and treasures Of seawee(
t Why? Oh, nothing. only she mend
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