Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1912-03-20

knew, was the greater; in many years
he had only seen this one woman.
Naturally she should. be everything to
him She represented to him not only
the woman but wOmankind. He had
been a boy practically when he had
buried himself in those mountains,
and in all that time he had seen no.
body like Enid Maitland. Every ar
gument which had been exploited to
show why she should love him could
be turned about to account for his
passion for her. They are not necess-
airy, they are all supererogatory, idle
words. To him also love had been
bern in an hour. 1t had flashed into
existence as if from the fat of the
, Divine.
Oh, he had fought against it. Like
the cremites of old he had been
scourged into the desert by remorse
and another passion, but time had
done it's work. The woman he first
| loved had nIinistered not to the spir-
itual side of the man, or if she had
| so ministered in any degree it was be-
glamour Of inexperience and youth.
During those five years of solitude, of
study and Of reflection, the truth had
/ gradually unrolled itself before him.
Conclusions vastly at variance with
! what he had ever believed possible
! as to the woman upon whom he had
! first bestowed his heart, had got into
/ 4, -
this present woman was the precipitant
which brought them to life. He knew
now what the old appeal of his wife
/ had been. He knew now what the
new appeal of this woman was.
In humanity two things in life are
| inextricably intermingled, body and
soul Where the function of one be-
gins and the function of the other
ends no one is able to say. In all
! human passions are admixtures of
! the earth earthly. We are born the
sons of old Adam as we are reborn
the sons of the New. Passions are
complex AS in harvest wheat and
/ tares grow together until the end, so
/ in love earth and heaven mingle ever.
/
cient marriage service he had read.
with my body I thee worship" and
with every fibre Of his physical being,
he loved this woman.
It would be idle to deny that, i'm
! possible to disguise the facts, but in
the melting pot Of passion the pre-
pOnderant ingredient was mental and
3! spiritual; and just because higher and
/ holier things predominated, he held
her in his heart sacred thing. Love
/ is like a rose: the material part is the
beautiful blossom; The spiritual factor
is the fragrance which abides in the
rose jar even after every leaf has fad
ed away, or which may be expressed
| from the soft petals by the hard cir
cumstances of pain and sorrow until
there is left nothing but the lingering
perfume of the flower.
His body trembled if she laid
hand upon him, his soul thirsted for
| her; present or absent he cOnjured
before his tortured brain the sweet
ness that inhabited her breast. He
! had been clearsighted enough in an
alyzing the past, he was neither clear
sighted nor coherent in thinking of
the present. He worshiped her. he
could have thrown himself upon his
knees to her; if it would have added
to her happiness, she could have
killed him, smiling at her. Rode she
in the Juggernaut car of the ancient
idol, with his body, would he have IN
hesitatingly paved the way and have
been glad of the privilege. He longed
to compass her with sweet Obser-
serVances. The world revenged itself
upon him for his long neglect, it had
| summed up in this one woman all it's
charm, it's beauty, its romance, and
had thrust her into his very arms.
His was one of those great passions
which illuminate the records of the
past. Paolo had not loved Francesca
more.
Oh, yes, the woman knew he loved
| her. 1t was not in the power of NOR
| tai man no matter how iron his re-
straint, how absolute the imposition
of his will, to keep his heart hidden,
his passion undisclosed. No one could
keep such things secret, his love for
| her cried aloud in a thousand ways,
even his look when he dared to turn
I his eyes upon her was eloquent Of his
feeling. He never said a word, how
ever he held his lips at least fettered
and bound for he believed that honor
and it's obligations weighed down the
balance upon the contrary side to
which his inclinations lay.
He was not worthy Of this woman.
In the first place all he had to Of
fer her was a blood stained hand.
That might have been overcome in
his mind; but pride in his self pun
ishment, his resolution to withdraw
ishment, his resolution to withdraw