Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-30

take M your career. you can thIl'''
ii and begin again. Being Il woman
clnu"l. for marriage is my only "a =
rrrr. \ mistake now would h" I" me
fatal"
And l"u are making the one tragic
mistake no repentance can undo. You
are rhu"Sing /" commit the one unpar-
d"nahlr sin the sin against the Spir-
it,"
And what. pray. is that"
"'rhr d"lilcrat" choice uf evil. know
ing il To- he evil Your heart is mine
Again he seized her hand. grpped it
titrcely. and looked into her eyes with
tender, searching gaze.
Nan looked away.
oh. Nan. dear. believe me-" he
pleaded You can't deny this voice
within the soul and live. Happiness
is inside. not outside. dear. You can't
do it by holding deed and paying
taxes on it. | can own it without a
deed. haven't million. but | own
this great city. This mighty harbor is
mine. That's why built our little
home here on the hill overlooking it,
It's all mine-these miles of shining
ocean sands. the sea. and these land
locked waters. The great city that
stretches nurthward. its miles of
el"aming lights that will come out to-
night and dim the stars. the hum and
thrill of its life. the laughter and the
tears. the joys and the fears-are all
and understand. Nor can the tax
gathcrer put his hand on my wealth.
Its beyond his touch"
The girls spirit was caught at last
in the grip of his passionate appeal,
and her rebellion ceased for the mo-
ment as she watched and listened
with increasing sympathy.
"Beauty is always thing of the
soul. Man." he rushed ON. The things
We possess are signs of the spirit or
we don't possess thrm-they posses
us. The dress YOU wear expresses
something within YOU when it fits your
beautiful body 50 perfectly. The mere
possession of houses and lands and
things has no meaning unless they re-
veal us. II they merely express the
labor of an ancestor, the mind of an
architect or the genius of mana
ger. we are only intruders OH the
scene. not the creator and therefore the
possess"r Of the beauty we aim at. A
home. a dress, are symbols, or nothing
but goods and chattels. | have seen
YOU wear dresses made by your own
hand that revealed whole conception
of life and hats that were poems. The
dress you wear today is perfect
because it expresses you. The
clothes of a millionaire's wife have no
meaning except conformity To fashion
and the expenditure of vast sums of
money. The poetic taste, the subtle
mystery Of personality which YOU put
int" your dress have always been a
joy To me"
In spite of her fierce determination
I" give no response to his appeal her
fingers instiuctively frightened on the
hand which had seized hers. His own
pressed with new courage and he went
on.
"BivrmS may think he OWNS that big
black hulk lying out there helching
la. h,.r hn
only pays the bills To keep her going
1t takes fifty men to run her. | have
Il little Sluup with a cabin for two.
She cost me fifteen hundred dollars
cry rib in her body. every rivrt, every
line ct her graceful form. | created
her and gave her Il soul. | feel the
beat of her proud little heart in the
storm and the soft touch Of her sleepy
wings IN the calm. She is part of the
rhythm of my life.
1T is not money that gives value
ar ownership To things. You can only
own that which expresses you. For
that reason You cannot own the pal
aces of which YOU dream. Their SER
vice will require il hundred thieving
hirtlings whose very names You cam
not know. This house is mine because
| have built it as Il work of love and
art and expressed myself i'm it with
infinite tenderness and infinite pains.
1t is not a palace in size. but ii is Il
palace glorious and wonderful. in a
deeper spiritual sense. because il is
poem. Every spar of wood in it is
perfect of it's kind Every stone in il
is gem because il is the right thing
in the right place. There isn't shod-
dy bit of material or Il slipShOd piece
of work from the green tile in its roof
To the stone huuldcrs on which it
rests. 1t will last our lives and gen.
eratiunS tu follow. The very mortar
between the bricks and the cement
between the stones are perfect he
cause they were mixed with tears of
joy that huhhlrd from my heart as I
stood here. watched and san" my love
for yuu-''
The lover paused Il moment. over
come with his emotion, and he knew
hy the quick rising and falling of the
girls breast that battle was raging.
Quick tu see his advantage he drew
her gently inside.
See Nan. there are no cheap imi-
tatinnS in here. no vulgar ornaments
which mean nothing. There has been
no copying uf models. These rooms
planned with Your spirit. dearest,
huVcring over me. and each one has
it's little SurpriSc--a nook. Il turn. a
window opening unexpectedly ON it's
entran"ing view. The ornaments ON
it's walls will grow as we grnw-piCt-
urcs we shall find and always love.
and tapestries Your own dear hands
shall paint. This home will he Il real
one because il will have a soul. There
can Ice no CuarS" or mcnial tasks
within it's walls because its work shall
be gluriird 10y the old immortal song
of love and life"
Stuart leaned CLOSE and spoke in n