The Mena weekly star., 1912-05-16

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mount there alone.
slowly. laboriously, painfully he
mad built his house upon the sard
ana the winds had blown and tha
moods had come. not only in n literal
out In spiritual significance and IN
one day that house had fallan ~
stood amid the wrecked remains Of y
trying to recreate 1t, to endow once
more with the fitted precision Of me
past the shapeless broken units of tha
iaDrlc OF his fond imagination.
While he resented the Farce go.
age' passionate intensity the interrun-
uon OF this woman into his l,fa
While he throbbed with equal ,nter.
sity and almost as much nassion ~
the thought of her.
Have you ever climbed a mour+o,,,
early in the morning while Il wos ,at
dark and having gained some domi-
nant crest stood staring at the far
horizon, the empurpled east while the
dawn came up like thunder?" Or
better still, have you ever stood with.
IN the cold, dark recesses Of soma
deep valley of river or pass and
watched the clear light spread its
pars athwart the heavens like nebu-
ious mighty pinions along the light
touched crest of towering range nm
I'll all of a sudden, with leap almost
of Joy, the great sun blazed in the
high horizon?
You might be born child of the
dark, and light might scar and burn
your eye balls accustomed to cooler
deeper shades, yet you could no more
turn away from this glory, though you
might hate 1t, than by mere effort OF
Will you could cease to breathe the
air. The shock that you might feel
the sudden surprise, is only family sug-
gestive of the emotions In the breast
Of this man.
Once long ago the gentlest and ten
derest of voices called from the dark
to the light, the blind. And It is given
to modern science and to modern skill
sometimes to emulate that godlike
achievement Perhaps the surprise.
the amazement, the bewilderment, of
him who having been blind doth now
see, IL We can imagine 1t not having
been In the case ourselves, will be a bet
ter guide to the understanding OF this
mans emotion when this woman came
suddenly into his lonely orbit. His
eyes were opened although he would
not know It. He fought down his new
consciousness and would have none Of
1t. Yes 1t was there He loved her!
With what Joy did Selkirk welcome
the savage sharer of his solitudel Sup
pose she had been woman OF his own
race; had she been old, withered, hid
eous, he must have loved her ON the
Instant much more If she were young
and beautiful The thing was inev-
table. Such passions are born. God
forbid that we should deny It. In the
busy haunts Of men where women are
as plenty as blackberries, to use Fal-
staff's smile. and where a man may
sometimes choose between hundred.
or thousand, such loves are born, for
ever.
A voice In the night, o face IN the
street, whispered word. the touch
OF hand. the answering throb Of an
other heart-and behold two walk to-
gether where before each walked
alone. Sometimes the man or the WON
an who is born again of love knows 1t
not, refuses TO admit It. refuses TO
recognize IT. Some birth pain must
awaken the consciousness Of the new
| life
If those things are true and posi-
BILE under every day conditions and
to ordinary men and women, how
much more to this solitary. He had
seen this woman. white breasted like
the foam, rising as the ancient god
dress from the Paphian sea. Over that
recollection, as he was gentleman
| and Christian, he would fain draw
curtain. before it erect a wall. He
must not dwell upon that fact. he
would not linger over that moment
Yet be could not forget II.
Then he had seen her lying prone,
yet unconsciously graceful In her aban-
Comment. on the sward: he had caught
q glimpse OF her white face desperate
| ly uptossed by the rolling water; he
had looked into the unfathomable
depth OF her eyes at that moment
when she had awakened In his arms
after such struggle as had taxed his
manhood and almost broken his heart;
he had carried her uneonsciously,
| CHASTITY white with her pain-drawn
| face, stumbling desperately owe. the
rocks In the beating rain to this. his
home. There he had held that poor,
bruised slender little foot in his hand.
gently. skilfully treating It. when he
longed 70 press his lips passionateiy
upon It. Last Of all he had looked
| into her face, warmed with the red
| light of the fire. searched her weary
eyes almost like blue pools, In whose
| depths there yet lurked life and light.
while her golden hair tinged Grim
son by the blaze lay on the white pill
low-and he loved her. God pity him.
fighting against fact and admission of
Il. vet how could he helpdt?
He had loved once before In his life,
with the fire Of youth and spring. but
It was not like this He did not rec
ognlze this new passion In any light
from the past; therefore he would not
admit IT. Hence, he did not under
stand It. But he saw and admitted
and understood enough TO know that
the past was no longer the supreme
subject In his life, that the present
rose higher, bulked larger and hid
more and more OF his far-off horizon
He felt like a knaye and a traitor