Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-12
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Bran. Stoker.
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1t is baptism to the higher thought:
the subjugation Of self: the acknowledge
ment Of the mystery Of life. Such an
epoch crowns sex; and. for good or i'll,
spective of Eden.
Stephen was not unhappy She was
not happy In any conscious FORM She
was satisfied rather than dissatisfied. She
was woman! A woman who waited the
coming Of a man!
For a while she stood at the edge of the
Cliff and looked at the turmoil of the tide
churning on the rocks below. Her heart
went out In a great burst of thankfulness
that 1t was her hand which had been
privileged to aid in rescuing dear a
life. Then she looked around her. Osten-
sibly It was to survey the ruined house:
but in reality to search, even then under
her lashes the whole green expanse slop-
ing up to the windmill for some moving
figure. She saw that which made her
throat swell and her ears to hear celes-
tial music. But she would not allow her
self to think. of that at all events She
was all woman now: all-patient and all
submissive. She waited the man, and
the man was coming!
For few minutes she walked round
the house as though looking at 1t crfti-
cally for some after-purpose. We are all
hypocrites! The Lord in His wisdom has
so ordained 1t; and, perhaps, after all,
the truest and most frequent Of our pray
ers are the thoughts which we breathe
with full intent, even while We are simu-
lating with our bodies some purpose
which we do not feel.
Then she went to the edge of the cliff.
and went down the zigzag by which the
man and horse had gone to their gallant
task At the edge of the fiat rock she
sat down and thought. and thought.
And through all her thoughts passed the
rider who even now was laundering over
the green sward on his way to her In
her fancy at first. and later in her ears,
she could hear the sound Of his sweeping
gallop.
1t was thus that man should come to
q woman!
She had no doubts now. Her quietude
was a hymn Of grateful praise!
The sound stopped. With all her ears
she listened. her heart now beginning to
beat furiously. The sea before her. all
lines and burrows with the passing tide,
was dark under the shadow Of the cliff:
and the edge Of the shadow was marked
with the golden hue of sunset
And then she saw suddenly pillar OF
shadow beyond the line of the cliff. It
rested but a moment. moved swiftly along
the edge and then was lost to her eyes.
But to another sense there was greater
comfort-she heard the clatter of rolling
pebbles and the scramble of eager feet.
Harold was Fastening down the zigzag.
Oh! the music Of that sound. II woke
all the finer instincts Of the woman. All
the drOss and thought OF self passed
away. Nature. sweet and simple and
true. reigned alone InStinctively she
rose and came toward him. In the SIM
pie nobility OF her self-surrender and her
purpose. which were at one with the
grandeur of nature around her, to be
negative was to be false.
Since he had spoken with the Silver
Lady Harold had swept through the air:
the rush of his foaming horse over the
sward had been but a slow physical
progress. which Knocked the insweep OF
his mind. In his rapid ride he. too. had
been finding himself By the reading of
his own soul he knew now that love
needs a voice: that a mans love. to be
welcomed to the full, should be dominant
and self-believing.
When the two saw each others eyes
there was no need for words. He came
close. opening wide his arms. She new
to them.
In that divine moment. when their
mouths met, both knew that their souls
we're One