The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-12-03

And with them ALL" returned Mrs.
Saville, you can never lift your head
above the obscurity of a mean position,
II you only possess moderate means"
That does not seem hardship to
me. 1t Is true l never knew what
ambition meant, and therefore am no
fair Judge Of what is essential to an
ambitious spirit; but men have attain
ed to great power and yet had but lit
tie money"
mot often-not often: while to
women, with their more limited
sphere, money is still more essential
II every one was as philosophic as
yourself, where should we be? Where
would civilization, inventions, i'm
provement, employment, be, If men did
not haste to become rich?"
But l do not object to people be-
coming rich, and I acknowledge that
men who amass large fortunes are Of
ten benefactors to their fellows. 1
only urge that great wealth is not es-
sential to individual happiness, and
that men who increase knowledge and
social improvement, who invent and
explore, are benefactors equally with
those who make the money which pays
for 1t ALL"
I'VE are like the two knights who
fought over the color of the shield.
Miss Desmond. You must grant that
II wealth cannot buy health it can at
least mitigate suffering; and it GER
tainly can buy esteem, If it cannot buy
love. AS to love, who feels it except
the young and the imaginative? It
Is but another form of selfishness;
some quality in another gratifies you
or f1atters you, and you think that per-
son essential to your existence"
There Is something more in that
that" said Hope, gently; you must
know that. Did you never love any
one yourself?"
Eyes; at least I thought I did, and
small thanks had for It, But l am
not sure that my reason is not too
strong for my affections"
II think" said Hope, slowly, that
you could love very much" She stop
ped, and grew little paler than us
ual. Pardon me If I take liberty
in speaking my opinion"
mo; go on; you amuse me-"
1--WE scarcely know what gifts we
possess till circumstances call them
out, and yours may not have drawn
out your faculties in that direction.
But I am quite sure the remarkable
strength of your nature woulo make
your love strong, too"
Really, Miss Desmond, you are
profound student Of human nature.
Unfortunately for the development of
my affections, 1 am not what is called
a lovable person"
mo-" said Hope, quietly, mot what
a surface observer would call Iowa
BILE; you are too contemptuous of
weakness, which you cannot under
stand; but If steadiness of purpose,
sense of justice, honor, and loyalty,
are worthy Of love, you ought to be
loved. When I came to you, my first
inclination was to fear you, and I de-
termined not to yield to 1t, or, II I
found It insurmountable, to leave you.
You cannot support the companionship
of a spirit inferior to your own
"And you consider yours equal to
mine?" asked Mrs. Saville, with
slight smile.
az do" returned Hope, steadily.
"You are my superior In knowledge,
in experience, in ability, in strength
of will: but my opinions, my individ-
uality, are my own; will never yield
them to the mere authority OF any
creature, even to one I respect as |
do yop. If, in speaking as l think, l
offend. we are not bound to live to-
gether a moment longer than is agree
able. I may love you one day; l will
never allow myself to fear you.
"You are rather curious girl. l
do not wish people to fear me. Why
should they?"
at do not suppose you do; but you
have a dominant will, which wealth.
gives you the power to exercise ana
It colors your manner.
II have always been well served.
"No doubt"
"Weil. Miss Desmond, you have IN
terested me a good deal, and, as you
saw. whenever 1 grow too tyrannical'
or YOU grow too fearless, we can part
company. At any rate, you are more
Of a rational being than most young
women. Now as to my plans for this
winter cannot stand being worried
nv the people / know in London, ana
nv relations; so l propose going TO
Dresden. a town where one meets rev
English. / have had enough OF my
compatriots for the present snail
come to Paris in the spring; and after
oh. that is too remote to think OF.
had letter this morning from Mary
Dacre. She is staying In Yorkshire,
At some wild country house, where
she hunts and shoots in modern-young
ladv fashion. She threatens to return
here With her obedient father on the
.17th and that idiot George Lumley IN
her train. Lady olivia writes that
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