The Dolores star., 1910-01-21

1t lay before him simple as day
light, and as clear. His mind ran
ahead. He must find the work he
could do well, and do 1t. Herein lay
happiness. Then let him help others
to find their place. He would have
10y Of heart and the purpose that
makes life reasonable. II mattered
little about the imT ortality OF the
soul. Three-score years and ten was
Immortality. The structure OF the
universe betrayed a master plan To
live in unison with this plan, to aid
in its execution-if only for a few
years-was enough.
He turned to the window and, draw
ing up the shade, looked across the
broken lines of chinney-pots and roofs
to the western sky. His heart leaped
to meet it. Beauty had come back to
the earth. He stood drinking 1t In
with the eagerness of traveller who
sees home at last. He had not known
how his artist nature had hungered
for 1t through the years. The tears
came into his eyes as he looked A
tangle OF chimneys and gables against
a twilight sky, but full Of subtle beau
ty. Would 1t stay with him Where
had it been? There in the outer
world-but hidden from him because
he was unworthy? Or in his own soul
languishing with its sickness? Then
In moment 1t came to hint was
not in the world. nor in his soul 1t
was the soul itself coming to con
sciousness. recognizing itself, behold.
ing its own features, as in a glass
existence reaching its highest form IN
the consciousness of the soul. He
stood awed before it. 1t seemed to
stretch away into space, wonderful.
lofty. but close about him.
He went down to dinner with an
eager interest. Everything had be-
come transformed. Men and women
were no longer machines wound up to
run through definite term of pain,
and calling on his sympathy and help.
They were divine-capable of the
highest happiness. He felt like leap
Ing. exulting, crying aloud in fulness
OF Joy at the beauty Of life and human
kinship.
"Derring was more like himself to-
night than he has been for years."
remarked an elderly man to his COM
panion as Derring passed from the
room where they sat smoking after
dinner.
The speaker was a quiet, thought
ful man with observant gray eyes. He
was the only one left of those who
mad been In the house ten years be-
fore. He always used to be like
that" he went on. full of life and a
kind OF magnetism. He drew you."-
Derring passed out of the house and
down the street, walking with swift,
eager feet He felt cords Of sympathy
drawing him to those he met. He
walked until late at night, seeking out
the busiest streets and pressing In
close among those who thronged
them. He was intoxicated with hui
manity and the joy of life. He must
come close to 1t. He was thrilling
with sense of exultation-all this
living, surging crowd. capable of per.
feet development of the divinest Joy!
When he returned to his room, he
did not retire Immediately. There
we're letters that must be written be-
fore he slept. He had thought, as he
walked. of two or three young men
whom word from him might help to
better positions. He must not miss
his opportunity. Life was short He
longed to bring happiness to- the
world.
He fell asleep. planning for the
coming day. 1t seemed strange to
look forward to the morrow with any
thing except a sense of dull endur-
ance.
When he wakened he could not, for