The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-10-29

portance, high position, last; ana dt1'
ties due to ones station fill up life
satisfactorily. 1t is low. mean con.
ception of existence to spend it in per.
sonal pleasure"
Eyes, certainly. You are right" ca
gerly. ITO live for ones self alone,
in any way, Is miserable. But one has
a right to try and be happy II 1t does
not interfere with the happiness Of
others"
You have been tolerably poor, from
what you say" said Mrs. Saville, not
unkindly. Have you been happy?"
Her interlocutor paused before she
replied, Eyes. on the whole have been
happy. Sometimes it has been trying
to feel shabby and to be unable to get
a new dress, to know that lovely pic
lures and delightful music were with
in your reach, yet inaccessible. The
worst is to want nice delicate things
for some one you love and not to be
able to get them; that. is bitter. STILL
nothing can be so poverty-stricken as
to have no one to trouble about, no
one to love or live for, no one to love
you"
"It is, then, very unfortunate for a
person Of your disposition to have lost
your home" remarked Mrs. Saville,
coldly.
"It Is sad enough; but I have been
fortunate in finding friends like Mr.
Rawson and his daughter. 1t Is bet
ter, too, to believe that there Is some
pleasant sheltered nook round the next
turn Of the road than always to look
for sandy deserts. Loneliness Is the
worst evil Of all: 1t is what l fear
most"
Mrs. Saville did not answer imme-
diately; then she said, abruptly
What Is your name-your Christian
name?"
"My name? Hope Desmond"
II thought so. It is very appro-
pirate. You have given me a curious
mental picture. 1 suppose 1t Is true,
though it is incomprehensible to me,
but you give me the idea of being SEN
sible and accurate. Do you not feel
that your life has been lost, fruitless,
passed as 1t has been in this constant
struggle?"
NO." cried Hope, her dark eyes
lighting, and lifting her head with an
unconscious but dignified movement
at has had much sweetness, and 1
have been of some use. Though I am
not clever, have done what I could
and that will always comfort me. I do
not fear the future. Work will come
to me- I would not change with any
one. 1 prefer to remain the me- that
1 am"
You are an unusual specimen, Miss
Desmond, and really a profound phi
losopher; yet you have refinement and
taste, aye, and culture enough, to ena-
BILE you to enjoy beauty and elegance,
literature and art. congratulate you;
only, II every one was as easily pleas
ed the world would stand STILL"
Perhaps So" said Hope Desmond,
with sigh. 81 can only see life &C.
cording to my lights
Then, after some minutes silence,
she observed how prettily the smoke
curled up from among the trees down
in the hollow
EYES," said Mrs Saville, Il suppose
Lord Castletol has arrived. Inglef1eld
Court belongs to him. 1t Is an older
and much damper place than this.
must call tomorrow" She heaved a
deep sigh as she spoke. miss Dacre
is one of the fortunate ones according
to Try estimate. She Is her fathers
sole heiress, and takes the title, too,
when she succeeds him. She Is pretty,
rather accomplished, and decidedly
popular. l used to see a good deal of
her at one time; now She paus-
ed aid frowned, then, rising, she said,
perenptorily, Come, 1 feel rheumat.
ic; l have sat here too long"
Few words passed between the com.
panions till almost at the gate which
opened from Mrs. Saville's grounds on
a foot-path which crossed the vicarage
fields, when that lady said, suddenly:
Il expect my son tomorrow"
Your eldest son?'
81 have but one son." returned Mrs
Saville, Jelly.
ITO he continued