Arizona republican., 1908-02-02

you ache all night and worrk all day, all day.
 She stopped. Her mind wandered back to darker days, and she lost her way in tange of gloomy yet sordid memories, fraught with wearness and pain Pat the light of the coaloi lamp falling on his red curs listened to this intimate revelation with strange emotions. This woman's life! To this he had wished-did still wish-to drag his dSfuty Sheilahl He loathed himself. The whole scheme of creation seemed wrong. It seemed to him now that only the Sheiah the torment of his days and of his nights and one evening he set of to the brownstone mansion Of Mrs Van Tessel and penetrating the outworks of the fortress with difficulty found side en- trance and asked to Sheah.
 He was shown to a small room in the basement, and bdden to wait Sheilah came at last in her pink chambray. trimly fitting. her dark hair, no longer pompadoured, surmounted by dainty cap. and her slim waist encircled by what might have been dolls apron. Pat looked as one who has seen vision He rose, trembling, twisting his cap in his hands, and looking at her speechlessy. She had always been somewhat of a marvel to him. but so daintily apart heartachingly remote
 Why, Pat I'm glad to you" she said. "Sit down Mother told me you've kept we'll.
 "Sheilah!" he implored. "Oh, Sheilah!"
 A'dim shape of abnegation had begun to form of late in his mind He saw himself going solitary all his days that she might be free of and trouble. This dim shape melted into mist at the sight of her Come what might he wanted her with passion that seemed to burn him as he stood before her Primitive desires in his mind. He could have snatched her up and carried her away the Sabine women were borne away. Perhaps If his knowledge of history had afforded him that precedent, Sheiah might not that night have returned to her tiny under the brown stone caves. But she did Convention mastered Pat and he hardly pressed the little hand she gave him.
 She sweetly gentle She chatted to him of the spendors of the house. of the numbers of the wants of the entertainments the dresses the report CTS, and the reporters blunders!
 Why Pat. they said that Mrs Van Tessel wore blue chiffon and pearls, and all the time it was Nile green moussellne and emeraldsi I know, for was called in to hold down the train while her maids-she has two-sewed some lilies of the valley on it. Oh Pat! How I'd like to be wearing the things seei"
 Dye like seein' them. when you cant?" he asked at last. Don't ye want to away from 1t? Don't ye to be the queen of little little place. instead of being servant here%
 Sheah's dark eyes widened.
 Queen of a little place? How nicely you put it, Pat! But the queen of that little place would have to scrub wouldn't she? and cook. and carry water. and split kindling, and wash and iron? Why. my wa3hing's done for me. here, And we live just as well almost the people upstairs do Pat"
 And that matters to you? Why. Sheilah seems to me. I'd eat dry bread all my life to be near yOu'
 The girl turned to him sweetly Pat, you make feel mean! I wish I like mother. wish"
 She stopped She had meant to say q wish you didn't care" But she looked at the honest homely face the clear blue eyes the red curly head she could net utter the wish
 "I guess don't fall in love the way some do" she said slowly. "One of the housemads here she's just crazy the third footman, Sometimes Mlv and get scared she'll make away with herself if he don't notice her And he won't. because he's just as crazy the second lady's maid and she-well. you see. she's above him that he might just well he n love with Mrs Van Tessal herself while hos about it.,
 Pat felt a pang of sympathy with the striciaH housemad. and a desire to thump the unrespoRsivo footman into a jelly. But arcther fear awakeaei within nina fear for which the footman was re- sponsible.
 "sheilab, NThe place just swarms with em-llv- cries and all, Do you?" He stopped.
 But Sheilah's frank smile disarmed his jealous anger.
 "oh no. Pat don't care for any Of 'em. like the comfort of the life But, when it comes to there's like much as like you.'
 Pat forced to leave her with that cold comfort And for some days he gave himself to hard thinking Mrs. Moriarty missed him sorely, for he came no