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

But after all the things are said
love goes where it is sent, and
l, at least, am not the sender.
This woman loved this man Meth
er because nor in spite of these
qualities. That they were might
account for her affection, but if they
had not been, it may be that that af-
lection, that that passion, would have
1nhabitated her heart still. No one
can say, no one can tell how or why
those things are. She had loved him
while she ragged against him and hat
ed him. She did neither the one nor
the other of those two last things,
now, and she loved him the more.
Mystery is great mover; there is
nothing so attractive as a problem we
cannot solve. The very situation of
the man, how he came there, what
he did there, why he remained there,
questions to which she had yet no
answer, stimulated her profoundly.
Because she did not know she ques-
toned in secret; interest was aroused
and the transition to love was easy,
Propinquity, too. is responsible for
many an affection. "TRe wv clings
to the first met tree" Given a man
and woman heart free and throw
them together and let there be decent
kindness on both sides, and it is al
most inevitable that each shall love
the other. Isolate them from the
world, let them see no other compan-
ions but the one man and the one
woman, and the result becomes more
inevitable.
Yes, this woman loved this man.
She said in her heart-and I am
not one to dispute her conclusions
that she would have loved him had
he been one among millions to stand
before her, and it was true. He was
the complement of her nature. They
differed in temperament as much as
IN complexion, and yet in those diff
ferences as must always be to make
perfect love and perfect union, there
were striking resemblances, necessary
points of contact
There was no reason whatever why
Enid Maitland should not love this
man. The only possible check upon
her feelings would have been her
rather anomalous relation to Arm
strong, but she reflected that she had
promised him definitely nothing.
When she had met him she had been
heart whole, he had made some i'm
preston upon her fancy and might
nave made more with greater opportun-
1ty, but unfortunately for him, luckily
for her, he had not enjoyed that priv
ilege. She scarcely thought of him
longer.
She would not have been human if
ner mind had not dWelt upon the
world beyond the skyline on the 9th
'er side OF the range. She knew how
those who loved her must be suffering
on account Of her disappearance. but
knowing herself safe and realizing
that within a short time, when the
spring came again, she would go back
20 them and that their mourning
would be turned into Joy by her ar
rival, she could not concern herself
very greatly over their present feel
1ngs and emotions; and besides. what
would be the use of Worrying over
those things? There was metal more
attractive for her thoughts close at
hand. And she was too bIissfulIy
happy to entertain for more than q
moment any sorrow.
She pictured often her return and
never by any chance did she think of
going back to civilization alone. The
man she loved would be by her side.
the church's blessing would make
them one. To do her justice, in the
simplicity and purity of her thoughts
she never once thought of what the
world might say about that long win
Ter sojourn alone with this man. She
was so conscious of her own inno-
cence and Of his delicate forbearance.
she never once thought how humanity
would raise its eyes and fairly cry
upon her from the house tops. She
did not realize that were she ever so
pure and so innocent she could not
now or ever reach the high position
which Caesar, who was none too rep
Utable himself, would fain have his
wife enjoy!
CHAPTER XIV.