Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1911-05-13

out knowing it. as many women do.
wish 1 might give you something az
great"
Il am already overpaid." he asserted
For man there is nothing so great.
no influence so nearly omnipotent. as
the love of a good woman. 1t is the
lever that moves the world-what httlo
II does move-up the hill to the hizh
planes"
Silence while she gathered the sweet
smelling tangle in her lap into some
more portable arrangement And at
terward. when they were drifting slow
ly homeward In the lengthening shad-
ows. small asking.
-Mr. Morelock is coming out to- NOR
row to hold service in St Johns. and
shall so to play for him. VIII you 10
with me. Tom?"
He smiled out OF the gold and sap
phire depths OF a lovers reverie.
One week from the day after the day
after -morrow-and II will be the
longest week-and two days of my life,
dearest-your grandfather will take
you to church, and l shall bring you
away. Won't that be enough?"
She took him quite seriously.
Il shall never be a Felicia Young
Dickson, and drag you" she promised.
But, o Toni l wish"
Il know" he said, gently. You are
thinking of the days to come; when the
paths may diverge-yours and mine
ever 80 little when there may be chill
dren to choose between their mothers
faith and their fathers Indifference.
But am not Indifferent. So far from
1t. l am only anxious now to prove
| NH =
ing"
You yourself are the strongest
proof" she interposed. You will see
1t, some day"
Shall 1? 1 hope so; and that is an
earnest hope. And really and truly,
think have come up bit-Out Of the
wilderness. you know. l am willing &c
admit that this is the best of all pos
sible worlds; and l want to do my par
In making 1t little better because
have lived in 1t. Also, ia like to be-
lieve in something bigger and better
than protoplasm."
Her smile was of the kind which
stands halfway in tho path to tears
but she spoke bravely to the doubt l.
his reply.
You do believe. Tom, dear; you hav'
: never seen the moment when you di'
not. 1t was the doubt that was unreal
When the supreme test came, 1t wa
Gods hand that restrained you; yol
know II now-you knew it at the time
And Yafterward it was His grace tina
enabled you to do what was just an
right Haven't you admitted all thu
to yourself?"
) They had crossed the white pike I
= the manor house gates and were turn
ing aside from the driveway into tn
: winding lawn path when he said:
i ITO myself, and to one other" Their
= very softly: Il sat at my mothers kne
a last night, Ardea. and told her all ther
was to tell"
e Ardea's eyes were shining. "whs
l. did she say. Tom. dear-or is 1t NOR
:, than should ask?"
/, There is nothing you may not asl
She said--it wasn't altogether true. II
afraid-but she put her arms aroun
; my neck and cried and said: For thi
my son was dead. and is alive again
he was lost, and is found"
e She slipped her arm In his, and ther
Z was a little sob of pure Joy at tn
catching of her breath. The moon wa
! Just rising above the Lebanon cliff
y line. and the beauty OF the gloriou
It IT was good world and a generou
- bringing rich glfts to the steadfast
k Instinctively she felt that Toms litt
r confession did not require an answe
that he was battling his way to tn
t. heights which must be taken alone.
D So them came in the sacred hush
the young night to great tulip tire
Is on the lawn, and where a curionsl
l. water-worn limestone boulder serve
as a rustic seat wide enough for tW
I whose hearts are one they sat down {
l. gether, still in the companionship tn,
I needs no speech. IL was Tom who mr.
n broke the silence.
81 have been trying ever since tn:
night last winter to feel my way out
he said, slowly. But what Is to con
OF IT? l can't go back to the boyhoc
g Yesterdays; in way 1 have hopeless
~ outgrown them. Let us admit that r,
u ligion has become real again; but A
l. dea. girl, is isn't Uncle Silas religio
Is or-or my mothers. or even yours. Al
1 don't know any other"
IS TT is all right, dear; there is on
1t the one religion in all Christendom-
s. perhaps In all the world. or in God
part OF it. The difference is in pc
Ill pie"
l. But this thing that has been slow
DO happening to me-this thing ain tr.
TT ing to call confinement: shall I wal
ne up some day and find 1t gone. with 6
< the old doubts In the saddle again
B. he asked 1t almost wistfully.
ne Who can tell?" she said, gent
But It will make no difference; the IN
y mutable fact will be there just 4
r same. whether you are asleep or wa
l. ing. We can't always stand on Z
ok Mount OF Certainty, any OF US; and
ps some. perhaps. it is never given. B
IN when one saves his enemy's life al
to forgives and forgets-O Tom. dea
20 cont you understand"
to But now his eyes are love-blinds
I'd and tho white gowned figurs best
er him fills all horizons
10 Il can't see past you, Ardea- Nsve
lie theless, I'm going to believe that Il
&c the good old pike solid underfoot
1s and they say that the House Beauui
is somewhere at the mountain end
IA II II you will hold my hand. I belle