The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1909-06-19

ought to send her to school,
oldn't mean to Offend" he added,
as Sara's face, flushing and twitching.
appeared above her paper, her eyes
9aeprecatingly seeking those of Con-
uon. think, If you don't
He forgot to- finish. The habit of
long years of self-effacement in the
interest of unfortunate humanity rose
peIore him like a pillar. of fire The
duty was plain. He would accent II in
SELF iiiiii-
AFTER that the numerous hooks of
gray stone had frequent occupants.
the Rev. Paul lecturing and EXPLAIN
ing and Ada listening, the big eyes at
last growing so wistful that in the end.
with great pang. he gave it up.
I1nkhng' cymbals." he muttered
ana signed again. And the sigh was
for-the lavish outward riches. the
iamentable inward poverty.
She was radiant, beautiful as an
angel. he thought. that last Sunday
morning. very like one of her own
peoples. He turned in his seat to
watch her, the rosy skin of hands and
arms showing through the meshes of
her gloves as she turned the leaves
of the hymn-book. She found the
place presently, offering him half of
the book with an upward glance and
little d1mples showing about her lips.
Then they rose with the congrega-
tiOu. - iIllnul6 dlIGT ne stopped sing
ing In the middle of a verse the bet
ter to listen,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
The Rev. Paul withstood the flood
for one small moment, then abjectly,
in spirit, he kneIt before the soul of
the singer. The tenderness, the
pathos. She love, his splendid vocabu-
larry held not the words to express the
wealth of it. His ideals of womanliness
and intellectually went down in a
very sirocco of yearning, the beauti-
full casket with the birdlike spirit and
the soul of music far. far more than
sufficed. Fortunate man, indeed, was
They walked across the park in
silence At the swing the Rev. Paul
stopped.
ct was here, Ada" he said, "that !
first saw you. I love you, dear. more
than anything in the world. I want
you for my wife,
Ada did not at once turn Her Shout
ders heaved and a small handkerchief
with cobwebby lace was in reauisition
Presently, from behind it's daintiness
came muffled voice, CT know
| so-little.''
ut makes not the slightest differ
ence." he urged. ada, just one
word"
| "If-you're-sure."
! do I live? I am no surer of life
| The engagement was necessarily
brief The very next day it was an
| nounced. The Rev. Paul, sitting alone
when the mail was brought in, glanc-
| ed over the papers. Almost in scare
| lines the notice met his eyes. The
usual form, but-what-what-
| He sprang up electrified. He sank
| back shivering. How she had played
with himi Sara, too!
| Miss Woodson is not only striking
! ly beautiful he read. "but she is g
| woman of rare attachments, having
| but recently returned from a two
years postgraduate course abroad. il
the best institutions open to women
| The Rev. Freyer ought to consider
| himself a lucky man"
There was a rush of feet, then cling
| ing hands caught his, and pretty lips
close to his ear demanded forgive
ness.
81 couldn't help it," she murmured
''The temptation was too great. You
did SO look the grave and reverend
! ORC Copyright, 1909. by Amer
| lean Literary Press.)