Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-11-23
BY HENRY RUSSELL MILL

BY HENRY RI
COPYRIGHT. 1910 BY
CHAPTER XIV.
TEMPTATIONS.
@AUL REMINGTON impat:ently
- dung aside the book he had
been trying to read. 1t was
Sunday, aud to Paul the first
day Of the week was always distinctly
oppressive.
Its no use. This day has got on
my nerves. The time when myself
! and my dreams were all the company
needed is gone. I haven't seen her
for two days, and can't wait another
| day, another hour. another minute"
A half hour later Paul was ushered
! into the Sanger drawing room. Flea
nor not appearing at once. he wan
| dered through an open door into the
i music room. at one end of which had
be< "A installed small pipe organ.
And Paul Of the many talents, with.
out being great musician, knew how
to make the organ respond to his souls
| mood. He seated himself and began
! to play. His idle lingering gradually
! took form in passionate. 6orid gust
Of melody that filed the big house.
Then the stormy mood died away. and
the organ sang q weird minor refrain.
Eleanor, entering unobserved by the
player. stood leaning against chair
near him, regarding him with an odd
look in which admiration and pity. per-
haps shade Of contempt. mingled.
| At last. without turning or ceasing
his playing, he spoke. II can't see
you, but know you are there"
Lawyer. politician. orator. musi-
cian-the gods have been good to you."
she murmured quizzically.
"Yes." he answered. with q trace Of
bitterness. "Jack Of all trades and mas.
ter Of none but first and above oil
Mrs. Gilbert's most sincere devotec
I'm constant in at least one thing But
you won't let me speak of that Today
I'm possessed Of . thousand devils.
Sing"
He opened sheet Of music before
him and struck into the accompani-
ment. and Eleanor. standing where shc
was. sang.
Eleanor Gilbert could sing, and that
afternoon she sang as she had never
sung before. for in her singing that
day she found expression for what she
had never quite dared to put into
words-the longing for something high
| er and better than had yet come into
her life to fulfill the ultimate woman's
mission, longing which Of late had
been growing more and more poignant
within her. As she sang her heart
! flooded with kindness toward the
handsome, romantic young man before
| her.
II WISH" she thought once when at
the end Of verse the organ took up
| the refrain-'I wish l were your moth
er. wonder can this be the begin
ming Of love-and for you?
Song followed song until at length
Paul turned from the organ and faced
her.
"Thank you," he said simply.
| She rested her elbows on the back
Of the chair. folding her hands and
UFOpplu& ueE Cu1u VI tuSm.
How are those devils nowr'
"Gone, every one Of them. You're
the most eminently satisfactory per-
SON in the world. I came here rest
less, morbid. filed with dismal fore
bodings. You sing-the demons dee."
He folded his arms contentedly
by the way, when are you going to
let me propose?"
"Must ever let you?"
cit is.inevitable that shall propose
! sooner or later, whether you consent
or not. But prefer to do it under
| the most propitious circumstances"
''They say you can judge Of love by
! the sacrifices it is willing to make.
| What would you give up for met"
! "What would I give up? Every
thing"
Everything 10 q big word. my
friend" she answered skeptically.
Lets come down 10 facts, as Henry
would say. Friends?"
| He covered his face with his hands.
| She pressed him almost fiercely.
..Friends?. Even your friend Nc
| Adoo?"
4 ''FOr Gods sake, don't"
"What!' she said mockingly. Then
everything doesn't mean everything"
Slowly his hands fell to his side.
His face was very white. his eyes I'M
utterably weary.
no; everything doesn't mean every
thing. When he asked me to give
you up refused. II you should de-
mand that give MIN up must make
the same answer; otherwise I must
be utterly contemplate. forced my
friendship on him against his will.
II it means anything to him now I
can't take 1t away from him."
my dear friend" she said aloud
gently. .I'm not tempting you. because
I have nothing to o6er you in exchange
for the sacrifice. I'm only showing you
what It means to- care for IN intense
| " selfish woman. And III should like
to care for you, but dare not. I'm
| too much like Mr.. McAdoo. lean new
er let myself love any man with whom
I nm not first And be hates me. It
dates from day eleven years ago
| when has naved nv life" Paul looked