The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-11-10

He turned and walked away. Louise
watched him with very real interest.
do you know" she said to John,
"there is something about your brother
little like the prophets in the old
Testament, in the way he sees only
one issue ana clings to it. Are you,
too, of his way of thinking?"
up to a certain point, l believe L
am" he confessed.
"Do you never feel cramped-in your
mind, | mean?-feel that you want to
push your way through the clouds
| into some other life?"
81 feel nearer the clouds here" he
| answered simply.
They were leaving the Churchyard
now. She paused abruptly, pointing
to a single grave in part Of the
churchyard which seemed detached
from the rest.
"Whose grave is that?" he inquired.
He hesitated
1T is the grave Of young girl he
told her quietly. "She was the daugh-
ter of one of our shepherds. She went
into service at Carlisle, and returned
here with q child. They are both
buried here"
Because of that her grave is apart
from the OtherS?"
Eyes" he answered. sit is very Sell
dom, I am glad to say, that anything
Of the sort happens among us"
For the second time that morning
Louise was conscious of an unexpected
upheaval of emotion. She felt that the
sunshine had gone, that the whole
sweetness of the place had suddenly
passed away. The charm of its simple
austerity had persisted.
"And I thought I had found para
dise!" she cried.
She moved quickly from John
Strangewey's side. Before he could
realize her intention, she had stepped
over the low dividing wall and was or
her knees by the side of the plain, neg
lected grave. She tore out the spray
of apple blossom which she had thrus
into the bosom of her gown, and placec
II reverently at the head of the little
mound. For a moment her eyes
dropped and her lips moved-she her
self scarcely knew whether 1t was II
prayer. Then she turned and came
slowly back to her companion.
Something had gone, too, from hi:
charm. She saw in him now nothln!
but the coming dourness of his broth
or. Her heart was still heavy. Sh'
shivered little. It was he at las
who spoke.
"Will you tell me, please, what is TIL
matter with you, and why you place.
that sprig of apple blossom where yo'
did,"
r His tone woke her from her lethargy
She was a little surprised at II
/. poignant, almost challenging note.
: Certainly" she replied. Il place.
| if there as a WOman's protest agains
/, the Injustice of that isolation"
9 ST deny that it is unjust"
r She turned around and waved he
a hand toward the little gray building.
1 "The Savior to whom your church
dedicated thought otherwise" she re
: minded him. do you play at BEN
: lords paramount here over the soul
). and bodies of your serfs?'
h "You Judge without knowledge of tn
f facts" he assured her calmly.
o L0uise's footsteps slackened.
2 "You men," she sighed, "are a
q alike. You judge only by what hal
y pens. You never look inside. That
why your justice IS SO different frol
o wornan's. l do not wish to argu
q with you; but what l SO pasSionatel
l. object to i; the sweeping judgment go
= make-the sheep On one side and II
goats on the other. That IS how ma
o Judges: God looks further. Every cas-
.r is different. The law by when or
q should be judged may be poor justi'
for another"
She glanced at him almost appea
ingiy, but there was no sign OF ylei
ing in his face.
n Claws" he reminded her, "are mac
n for the benefit OF the whole humf
20 race. Sometimes an Individual ms
~ suffer for the benefit Of others. Th
q, is inevitable"
n "And so let the subject pass" 81
g concluded "but 1t saddens me to thir
"a that one of the great sorrows of Il
20 world should be there like monume
to spoil the wonder Of this mornln
Ct Now l am going to ask you queStlo
nt Are you the John Strangewey who n
Of recently had fortune left to him
He nodded.
II. "You read about Il in the neWsl
or pers, suppose" he said. part OF t
story isn't true. It was stated that
y, had never seen my Australian unc
w but IS q matter Of fact, he has be
q over here three or four times. 1t "
d. he who paid for my education at liz
n row and Oxford
"What did your brother say to that
IS ale opposed it," John confess'
IN "and he hated my uncle. He detoS
ot the thought of any one OF US going 9
#. of sight of our own hills. My unc
bn had the wander fever"
"And you?" she asked suddenly.
=. 81 have none Ot it." he asserted.
III A very faint smile played about /
be lips.
70 "Perhaps not before" she M
ifa INJURED; "but now"
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