Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-01-23

existence as II from the Cat OF the
Divine.
Oh. he had fought against It. Like
the cremites of old he had been
scourged into the desert by remorss
and another passion. but time had
done its work. The woman he first
loved had mtnistered not to tbs spir.
itual aide OF the man, or Ii she had
sc ministered In any degree it was be-
cause he had looked at her with q
glamour OF inexperisnce 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
~ to the woman upon whom he had
first bestowed his heart. had got into
his being and were in solution there;
this presentwoman al the precipitant
when 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 lie are
inextricably intermingled, body and
soul. Where the function OF one be-
gins and the function OF the other
ends nc one Is able to say. In all
human passions are admixtures Of
the earth earthly. VIZ are born the
Sons OF old Adam as we are reborn
the SON OF the New. Passions are
complex. A. in harvest wheat and
tares grow together until the end. %
In love earth and heaven minsis ' .
He remembered . clause from an an
Client marriage service no had read.
with my body / thee worship" and
with every fibre of his physical being.
he loved this woman.
1t would be idle to deny that, Inn
possible to disguise the facts, but in
the melting pot of passion the pre-
ponderant Ingredient was mental and
spiritual; and just because higher and
holier things predominated, he held
her In his heart a sacred thing. Love
IL like q rose: the material part is tho
beautiful blossom; the spiritual factor
is the fragrance which abides In the
rose jar ever after every leaf has fad
ed away, O which may be expressed
from the soft petals by the hard cir
cumstahces OF pain and sorrow until
there Is left nothing but the lingering
perfume of the flower.
His body trembled IL she laid a
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
siyzing the past, he was neither clear
nor coherent in thinking OF
the present. He ~worshiped her. he
could have thrown himself upon his
knees to her; IL 1t would have added
10 her happiness, she could have
killed him, smiling at her. Rode she
the Juggernaut a of the ancient
dol, with his body. would he have UNI
aesitatingly paved tho way and have
been glad OF the privilege. He fepged
& eompass her with sweet obser-
,ervanoess Te world re4enged itself
him fQr his long neglect, it had
'ummed uptin this \ woman all Its
harm, It's beauty, its romance. and
lad thrust her into his very arms.
His was one OF those great passions
rhich Illuminate the records OF the
past. Paolo had not loved Francesca
more.
Oh. yes, thu woman knew he loved
her. It 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,
his look when he dared to turn
his eyes upon her was eloquent of his
feeling. He never said a word, how
ever, he held his lips at least fettared
and bound for he believed that honor
and Its 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 ali he had to Of
fer her was a blood stained hand.
That might have been overcome in
his mind; but pride IN hi. self pun
ishmeut. his resolution to Withdraw
ishment, his resolution TO Withdraw
such time as God completed his ex-