Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-04-01

finitely divisible, yet ever complete. 1t
is like'-she lowered her goice rev.
ere1tly-'it is like what we Catholics
believe about the body Of our Lord,
the very sacrament of love. That is
in HEAVIER, and n every church. 1t IS
on every altar. and in every communi-
cant, entire. l thought once that
when l had a husband, and then a lit
tie one, love would suffer diminution
that | could not share love without
lessening the portion to each. But
it is not so. l love my baby with my
whole undivided heart; and I love my
husband also,' she turned and smiled
at Jasper, with my very whole and
undivided heart. II is great mys-
terry, but love is divine, and divine
things are perceived, and believed by
the heart, beyond the reason
So said Eve, smiling, and with her
blue eyes filing, my dear, dear Bar
bara, once so prosaic and SO prac-
teal, is becoming an idealist and
poetical'
Wherever unselfish love reigns,
there is poetry said Jasper; the
sweetest of the songs of life is the
song Of self-sacrifcing love. Barbara
never was procaic. She was always
an idealist; but, my dear Eve, the
heart needs culture to see and disting-
uish true poetry from false senti-
ment. That you lacked at one time.
That you have now. l once knew a
little girl, light of heart, and loving
only self, with no earnest purpose,
blown about by every caprice. Now /
see a change-a change from base
element to a divine presence. I
| see a sweet face as of old, but I see
| something in it, new born; a soul
full of self reproach and passionate
| love; a heart that is innocent as Of
old, but yet that has learned great
deal, and all good, through suffering. 7
see a life that was once purposeless
now instinct with purposes-the pur-
pose to live for duty in self-sacrifice
and not for pleasure. My dear Eve.
the great and solemn priest Pain has
laid his hands on you and broken you
and held you up to heaven, and you
are not what you were, and yet-and
| yet are tie same
Eve could not speak. She put her
arms round her sisters neck, and
chung to her, and the tears flowed
from both their eyes, and fell upon
the tiny Eve lying on the knees of the
elder Eve.
But they were clasped over the
child, no shadow fell On its face. The
| baby laughed.
Some years ago-the author cannot
at the moment say how many, no.
J does it matter-he paid a visit to Nor
WE'LL and saw the sad havoc that had
! been wrought to the venerable hunt
| ing lodge of the Abbots Of Tavistock
The old hall had disappeared, a floor
! had been put across it, and it hal
| been converted into an upper AMI
| lower story of rooms. One wing had
| been transformed into a range OF
model cottages for labOrers. The
house of the Tordans was now a farm.
The author asked if he might see
the remains of antiquity within the
house.
An old woman who had answered
his knock and ring replied, There are
none. All have been swept away
But said he, in my childhood I
remember that the place was full Of
interest; and by the way, what has
become of the good people who lived
here? I have been in another coun-
try, and indeed great deal abroad
DO you mean Mr.. Jasper?'
No; Jasper, no, the name began
with j.
The old Squire Jordan your hon
or means, no doubt. He be dead ages
ago. Mr.. Jasper married Miss
Jordan-Miss Barbara we called her.
When Miss Eve died, they went away
to Buckfastleigh, where they had a
house and a factory. There was a
queer matter about the old sQuire's
death-did you never hear of that,
sir?'
Z heard something; but l was very
young then
My Joseph could tell you all about
it better than I.
Who is your Joseph
We'll, sir I'm ashamed to say it,
but he's my sweetheart, who's been
accounting me of these fifty years.
Not married YETI
He's a slow man is Joseph. reck
on he'd a spoken out if he'd been able
at last, but the paralysis took m in
the legs. He put off and off-and I en-
couraged him all I could but he al
ways was a slow man
Where is he now?'
oh, he's with his married sister. He
sits in a chair and when l can run to
m and take him some backy or barley
sugar. He's vastly fond O. sucking
sticks O. barley-sugar. Gentlefolks as
come here sometimes give me a shil-
ling, and I lay that out on getting Jo-
seph what he likes. He always had a
sweet tooth.
Then you love him still?'
The old woman looked at me with
surprise. Her hand and head shook
OF course I does; love is eternal
every fool know that
The end.
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